07-27-2018, 01:47 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]He was glad to see a friendly face approach first. He didn't know Suite that well, but he still liked her, mostly because of that motherly aura she had about her. It was comforting. As she asks how he's doing, he blinks, slightly caught off guard by the question. He knew he probably looked like shit, but he had still been hoping it wouldn't be that obvious. Or maybe it was all the time he had spent isolating himself. "Hey. Uh, yeah, I'm..I'm good," he says, only being half-truthful. He was feeling better somewhat, yet he had a ways to go before he felt like himself again.
His expression grows slightly sour at Washington's approach, though he doesn't seem nearly as hostile as usual, resigning himself to his fate with these Freelancers. It could have been worse, he could have been completely alone--or maybe he would have preferred that. "Places," is all he says in response to his question. Really, the only place he had been to was his bedroom, and some random other places in his search for Caboose. Of course, he had given up on looking, deciding that wherever he was, he was probably alright. Hopefully. The least he could hope for was that whoever found him pitied him too much to kill him.
Church had somewhat expected there to be some new faces, considering how many joiners they apparently got on a daily basis. It was kind of refreshing, really. As Pimostra and Hearteyes came over, he nodded at the first female's assumption, then turned to the other. Her questions were weird, but it was to be expected of someone who didn't know him. Maybe. "Well, uh, my full name's Leonard Church--but I just go by Church. But thanks," with that, Roy comes over, asking the same question Washington had. So he shrugs and repeats what he had said earlier. "Like I said, I've been places,"
"SPEECH"
His expression grows slightly sour at Washington's approach, though he doesn't seem nearly as hostile as usual, resigning himself to his fate with these Freelancers. It could have been worse, he could have been completely alone--or maybe he would have preferred that. "Places," is all he says in response to his question. Really, the only place he had been to was his bedroom, and some random other places in his search for Caboose. Of course, he had given up on looking, deciding that wherever he was, he was probably alright. Hopefully. The least he could hope for was that whoever found him pitied him too much to kill him.
Church had somewhat expected there to be some new faces, considering how many joiners they apparently got on a daily basis. It was kind of refreshing, really. As Pimostra and Hearteyes came over, he nodded at the first female's assumption, then turned to the other. Her questions were weird, but it was to be expected of someone who didn't know him. Maybe. "Well, uh, my full name's Leonard Church--but I just go by Church. But thanks," with that, Roy comes over, asking the same question Washington had. So he shrugs and repeats what he had said earlier. "Like I said, I've been places,"
"SPEECH"