07-03-2018, 07:42 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Church didn't much care for Freelancers, that much was obvious. He knew what they could do, that they were backstabbing assholes who did what they wanted. After certain distasteful exchanges with them, he had learned that they weren't to be trusted. Even if he had had a special 'connection' with Tex, he still didn't trust her when she came to help them at Blood Gulch. Maybe he had started to at one point, but that had quickly been dashed out, with no hope of returning. The same went for all the rest in the Project.
He snorted at Suite's comment, but didn't get a chance to reply before someone else came in. He had never seen the guy before, and like a lot of people here, he was bigger than him. Go figures. He manages to stop spinning, though the world around him doesn't, and he ends up having to sit down as his vision settles. He's about to respond to Roy when Washington starts going off on him, a scowl twisting onto his face behind his helmet. Was he really scolding him here in front of all these people? He wasn't a child.
Turning to the white feline, he smirks as he begins to speak. "Oh, we're just looking for our friends. They might have come here like us, so we wanna find them before they get into any trouble," he explains, against Washington's wishes, of course. Under his gear, he side-eyes the smilodon. That'll teach you to scold me like a kid, you jackass.
"SPEECH"
He snorted at Suite's comment, but didn't get a chance to reply before someone else came in. He had never seen the guy before, and like a lot of people here, he was bigger than him. Go figures. He manages to stop spinning, though the world around him doesn't, and he ends up having to sit down as his vision settles. He's about to respond to Roy when Washington starts going off on him, a scowl twisting onto his face behind his helmet. Was he really scolding him here in front of all these people? He wasn't a child.
Turning to the white feline, he smirks as he begins to speak. "Oh, we're just looking for our friends. They might have come here like us, so we wanna find them before they get into any trouble," he explains, against Washington's wishes, of course. Under his gear, he side-eyes the smilodon. That'll teach you to scold me like a kid, you jackass.
"SPEECH"