Roof Second Floor Lobby Back Door

Scythe Kinnison 'ey kid, watcha name? *speaks in soft, smooth voice with a very faint Scottish accent* Nicholas Kinnison is my given name. Been blessed wit a newsie nickname yet? *smirks* Scythe. Where'd dat come from, anyway? *rolls up his right sleeve* On account of this tattoo. You'd probably rather not know how I acquired it.<< When's yer birthday? Know how old ya are? June 6. I'm 18 years of age. Whatcha look like? *leans back in the chair* Stringy blonde hair, grayish eyes. About 5'11". Thin yet toned build. Long limbs. As I showed you, a tattoo on my lower arm of a double-bladed scythe. I only wear black clothing. Some say black isn't colorful, but I big to differ. It is, after all, the combination of every color. Some people also tend to think I have a penetrating stare and an eerie grin...what do you think?*looks in your eyes and flashes a smile to demonstrate* And wadda ya like, huh? Got mucha a personality? *leans forward* I'm pretty laid back most of the time. I do go after what I want, and don't stop until I get it. I don't worry about anything. No reason to. Fate's already decreed what will happen. I don't fear anything, not even death. I don't see it as a time for weeping. It is just the natural progression of things. Just as the sun setting and and the wind blowing. It will always be there, and we will all have to face it. So why fear it? Some say that's morbidity but I say it's realism. So... where'd ya come from an' watcha doin heah? *intertwines his fingers* I'm from the Orkney Islands. I heard my good friend Joshua was having a grand time here, and thought I'd see the place for myself. Don't s'ppose ya got any friends, do ya? Just Joshua. Though friends might not be the term he would use. *tilts his head back and smirks again* What about a, uh, signifigant othah, hmm? *wink wink nudge nudge* No. Why would you want the same meal everyday? I prefer variety in life. Waddya do 'round heah? I just arrived here in the States. I have to see what you have to offer. *puts his hands behind his head* If ya emptied ya pockets right now, what'd be in 'em? *pulls a silver bullet deftly from his under his coat and holds it between his thumb and index finger* Lucky charm. Anythin' else we oughta know? Yeah. Please don't tell Joshua...or Caesar or whatever...I'm joining. I'd rather tell him myself. *grins* Back to the bunkroom