Pulling a chocolate bar out of a seemingly nonexistent pocket and walks over to were Ichon, Syn, Ramona, and Jarrod are conversing. “Heyo, I’m Taylor-4278, shorten that how ever you like.” “I see we’re playing cards, I’m down for a game, I’ll even put this (holding up chocolate bar) up for grabs. Anyone in?”
“I guess so, granted we always seem to die 1st… Haha oh well” “wonder why they need a bunch of lone wolf operatives grouped together… Whatever this mission is, must be dangerous.” He sits down. “Man when we save Reach I’m gunna be swimming in ladies.” Taylor elbow’s Jarrod’s leg.
“So… you’re our squad leader?” A spartan said, pointing towards 4728.
“Ya seem a little unfit for that position, don’t you think? The name’s Riker. Riker-0103. Get used to the sarcasm.”
Riker slowly walked over to an empty Billiards table. Glaring at it.
Flashbacks rushed through his mind.
Bars.
Billiards.
Brawls.
“Ugh, never liked Billiards anyway.” He caught a glimpse of other Spartans walking around, carrying about their business.
Second time ever RPing, so I may be kinda bad at it
“Hey” Getting the attention of some of the Spartans around him, Taylor nodded at a yellow and blue ODSTS. “He seems a little… Pessimistic don’t you think?” “Hey! You, in the ODST armour!” Taylor said in a loud voice.
“What’s your dealeo?”
(OOC: ODSTS means Orbital Drop Shock Trooper Spartan.)
“Dealeo? Seriously, stop living in the past with your lingo. I don’t have any secret agenda or anything going on. If anything, you should be worried about if I break your jaw right now.” Riker said.
“Dang man. What happened, your mom never put your finger paintings on the fridge? I mean, lighten up dude.” Taylor leaned back in his seat, putting his hands on the back of his head. “chocolate bar?”
OOC: Haha I’ll still be gone at that point. Don’t get back till 2pm my time. (5pm your time.)