Captain Samuel Wheeler

Some time after his interaction with Hewlett, Samuel is approached by Simcoe, who, looking pretty pissed off, grabs him by the front of his vest before he can speak.

Simcoe scowls, tightening his grip on Samuel's vest.

Agh—

My problem is with insolent men like you.

Bold words for someone who doesn't have any–

*Samuel manages to get up, and does the same. The fighting gets the attention of some soldiers, who come to see what's going on. More and more soldiers arrive, and maybe a certain Major might see the commotion as he passes by... Either way, there's a chorus of "Holy shit!", and other similar phrases coming from the various soldiers watching the fight.*

Some time after his interaction with Hewlett, Samuel is approached by Simcoe, who, looking pretty pissed off, grabs him by the front of his vest before he can speak.

Simcoe scowls, tightening his grip on Samuel's vest.

Agh—

My problem is with insolent men like you.

Bold words for someone who doesn't have any–

Some time after his interaction with Hewlett, Samuel is approached by Simcoe, who, looking pretty pissed off, grabs him by the front of his vest before he can speak.

Simcoe scowls, tightening his grip on Samuel's vest.

Agh—

*While out and about, Hewlett happens to spot Samuel harshly dragging a couple of children, with a messed up wig in one of his hands. He is visibly irritated. He enters the home he's currently staying in, and leaves after several minutes, still holding the wig. He seems slightly less irritated, but not by much.*

*Samuel huffs.*

I see. I'm sorry, sir.

*Samuel sighs. He still seems to be in a foul mood.*

Unfortunately.

*While out and about, Hewlett happens to spot Samuel harshly dragging a couple of children, with a messed up wig in one of his hands. He is visibly irritated. He enters the home he's currently staying in, and leaves after several minutes, still holding the wig. He seems slightly less irritated, but not by much.*

*Samuel huffs.*

I see. I'm sorry, sir.

*Samuel sighs. He still seems to be in a foul mood.*

*While out and about, Hewlett happens to spot Samuel harshly dragging a couple of children, with a messed up wig in one of his hands. He is visibly irritated. He enters the home he's currently staying in, and leaves after several minutes, still holding the wig. He seems slightly less irritated, but not by much.*

*Samuel huffs.*

*A man who appears to be a British officer is walking by. Curiously, he isn't wearing a wig, even though nearly all the British army men in Setauket wear them. How odd. Either way, though, this is a good opportunity to suck up to British officers see if there's anything he can do to help the army.*

*The man turns to look at Cypress.*

I don't mind at all. However, I'm not doing much work at the moment, just making sure my soldiers are. And I'd certainly like to think I do my work well, considering I've been an officer for some time now.

*Samuel leads him to an area with some soldiers who are indeed working. They're doing various things, such as carrying boxes from place to place, but they don't look like they're feeling very well...*

*Samuel sighs. He seems to be irritated with the soldiers.*

Hm, most people wouldn't say that about me. I often hear people describe me as rather strict. However, I don't think I'm being strict, I'm just making sure my men are properly disciplined and doing what they're supposed to be doing. Men and women alike need to be properly disciplined to turn out to be good and responsible people. For example, I was disciplined properly, and I turned out to be a good and responsible man. Clearly, these men did not receive appropriate discipline as children, so they must receive it later in life instead.

*Luckily for Cypress, Samuel seems to be unaware that Cypress is not paying much attention to what he's saying.*

*As they walk to the tavern, Samuel starts talking again.*

*Samuel hums in acknowledgement.*

Cypress somewhat shrugged in response to the question, trying to come up with an explanation where he wouldn't have to further explain himself. He liked attention, just not the kind in which he was getting interrogated, apparently.

*Samuel nods.*

I'm wonderful, am I not?

*Samuel narrows his eyes at him.*

Ah. Of course. Good day, captain.

Major Hewlett, why are you throwing rocks at not only civilians, but officers as well? You certainly know better than this. Did my men who elected to drink instead of work the other day put you up to this? You shouldn't let yourself be pushed around by your subordinates, especially those who aren't even officers.

...Very well, then. As long as such behavior does not occur again, I suppose I will forgive it for the time being.

*A man who appears to be a British officer is walking by. Curiously, he isn't wearing a wig, even though nearly all the British army men in Setauket wear them. How odd. Either way, though, this is a good opportunity to suck up to British officers see if there's anything he can do to help the army.*

*The man turns to look at Cypress.*

I don't mind at all. However, I'm not doing much work at the moment, just making sure my soldiers are. And I'd certainly like to think I do my work well, considering I've been an officer for some time now.

*Samuel leads him to an area with some soldiers who are indeed working. They're doing various things, such as carrying boxes from place to place, but they don't look like they're feeling very well...*

*Samuel sighs. He seems to be irritated with the soldiers.*

Hm, most people wouldn't say that about me. I often hear people describe me as rather strict. However, I don't think I'm being strict, I'm just making sure my men are properly disciplined and doing what they're supposed to be doing. Men and women alike need to be properly disciplined to turn out to be good and responsible people. For example, I was disciplined properly, and I turned out to be a good and responsible man. Clearly, these men did not receive appropriate discipline as children, so they must receive it later in life instead.

*Luckily for Cypress, Samuel seems to be unaware that Cypress is not paying much attention to what he's saying.*

*As they walk to the tavern, Samuel starts talking again.*

*Samuel hums in acknowledgement.*

Cypress somewhat shrugged in response to the question, trying to come up with an explanation where he wouldn't have to further explain himself. He liked attention, just not the kind in which he was getting interrogated, apparently.

*Samuel nods.*

I'm wonderful, am I not?

*Samuel narrows his eyes at him.*

*A man who appears to be a British officer is walking by. Curiously, he isn't wearing a wig, even though nearly all the British army men in Setauket wear them. How odd. Either way, though, this is a good opportunity to suck up to British officers see if there's anything he can do to help the army.*

*The man turns to look at Cypress.*

I don't mind at all. However, I'm not doing much work at the moment, just making sure my soldiers are. And I'd certainly like to think I do my work well, considering I've been an officer for some time now.

*Samuel leads him to an area with some soldiers who are indeed working. They're doing various things, such as carrying boxes from place to place, but they don't look like they're feeling very well...*

*Samuel sighs. He seems to be irritated with the soldiers.*

Hm, most people wouldn't say that about me. I often hear people describe me as rather strict. However, I don't think I'm being strict, I'm just making sure my men are properly disciplined and doing what they're supposed to be doing. Men and women alike need to be properly disciplined to turn out to be good and responsible people. For example, I was disciplined properly, and I turned out to be a good and responsible man. Clearly, these men did not receive appropriate discipline as children, so they must receive it later in life instead.

*Luckily for Cypress, Samuel seems to be unaware that Cypress is not paying much attention to what he's saying.*

*As they walk to the tavern, Samuel starts talking again.*

*Samuel hums in acknowledgement.*

Cypress somewhat shrugged in response to the question, trying to come up with an explanation where he wouldn't have to further explain himself. He liked attention, just not the kind in which he was getting interrogated, apparently.

*Samuel nods.*