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Sebastian McLennan
Godess_of_fire_and_passion@yahoo.com
*props his feet up on the desk and runs his hand through his messy hair* Okay,
you're going to have to answer a couple questions before you can go claim your
bunk. I'm Miroslav by the way. *pulls a pencil from behind his ear and glances
down at the form* I told you my name, now you tell me yours. *give you a look*
Real name, please:
| *seats himself in another chair and leans back, trying
to make himself appear uncomfortable, while being far from
it* The name's Sebastian McLennan. *eyes Miroslav suspiciously,
almost hoping for a look of awe or something to come over
his face* *still isn't sure if he's disappointed by the
fact that no one here knows his reputation or not* |
**writes it down* Right, if you say so. *glances back up* Got a nickname to
go with that? If so, how'd you get it? *has his pencil poised over the paper,
ready to write it down* :
*shakes his head and then thinks better of it, so nods*
I've been called Seb on occasion. I'd rather you not though.
Unless you're an intimate friend of mine, which, no offense,
you aren't. *shrugs as if to say ‘sorry, dude, that's
just the way it is'* Some of the guys back home used to
call me Numbers, but that's another thing it may not be
a good idea to make a habit of calling me. It'd give me
the wrong idea. *was called that by gamblers who wanted
to place their numbers with him* *it's an easy code-name
for drunks to remember*
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*smirks* I suppose you have a personality. *mutters* I hope. *smirks at you*
Mind sharing it with me? Important things, like if people are going to want
to kill you before your first week here is over. That's always good to know.
*looks at you with an inquiring look*:
| *laughs a sarcastic laugh, as is his way* Depends on the
rest of your personalities if you're gonna want to kill
me or not. *pauses, smirking a bit, and thinking of what
to say* I'm not a particularly emotional guy. Some would
say I'm cynical or bitter. I just say, I basically don't
care. *actually does care* *just never lets on* *is more
the type who would go out of his way to make people believe
they're unwanted than actually admit that he needs them**the
only exception to this rule, for the most part, is his sister,
Jessa* |
What do you look like? *silences you with a look* No smart ass remarks, just
answer the question please. See? I even said please, so be nice and don't be
a smart ass *smiles*:
You're asking me what I look like? I haven't even looked
in a mirror in the longest time. My view of my looks comes
from my reflection in grimy windows and mud puddles. *sighs
exasperatedly* But if you absolutely must know...I have
*dark* brown hair, that's a little too long. I mean, I probably
could go for a hair cut, but I just haven't had the time
*or money* And my eyes are brown too. That all good enough
for you? *is probably the bearer of the only pair of cold
brown eyes on the face of the earth* *displays hardly any
detectable emotion in them at all* *stands at a decent height
of 6 foot and really does have muscles to spare* *has the
general presence of a fighter* *one look and people know
to back down*
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*mutters* I thought I said -not- to be a smart ass... *rolls his eyes* Okay,
how old are you? If you know your birthday, tell me that too:
*rolls his eyes in return* I'm always a smart-ass. Get
used to it. *shakes his head after a minute* I just turned
17. My birthday is the first of July.
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*glances at the paper, trying to read the next question through his scrawly writing* The next question is... *squints at the paper* How'd you get here? *nods* I'm pretty sure that's what it says. *sits back in the chair and sighs when Scotchy jumps onto his lap* Tell me your tale.:
| *makes a mental note on how much it means to Jessa to
stick to the story, hence does* My sister and I lost our
parents when we were kids. The orphanage was rough on us,
so we split. *lies, all of it* *well, except the lack of
parents* *worked for an underground casino in his home city
and was part of many underhanded dealings there* *this lifestyle
was called into question upon his arrest, for an unrelated
activity: covering for his younger sister* *the McLennan
parental units weren't too pleased with their offspring
and decided to send them away* *put an end to that idea*
*this information, will never be got out of him, however*
*except maybe the gambling thing* *is looking to get back
in the biz, unbeknownst to the little sister* *is working
with Dante Venzetti and his gang for now* *which, though
he isn't aware of this, probably means forever* |
Okay, now the fun question. *smiles* Got any family? Friends? How 'bout a significant
other? *winks* You know, those people who will talk to you voluntarily. *smirks*
Tell me about them:
*shrugs* *people have never been his strong suit* My parents
are dead, my sister is here. That's my family. *and don't
mess with the sister* *will peel your flesh off...slowly*
*she's all he's got* I don't have too many friends around
here. Here again though, I'm not from around here, so...who
knows? I definitely do not have a significant other. I don't
have time for girls. *doesn't* *plus...lacks emotions* *girls
don't like that* *hell, most -people- don't like that*
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*sticks the pencil behind his ear* Anything else we should
know? *shrugs* If not, I'm ready to go and get something to
eat. My hunger is now in your hands. *smirks* Don't incur
it's wrath, so if there is something else, make it quick:
| *shakes his head* *doesn't feel like giving any more information
to some guy he hardly knows* Go on and get going. I'll just
hang out here for a bit. Not like I've got anything better
to do. |
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