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Balling up a fist, Jack coughed into his hand. Shoulders shaking as discolored eyes moved across the people who had a map open, looking for a way to go. A frown settled on his cracked lips as he placed his body against one of the vehicles. Staring down at his digits to see a blackish red color on it, disgust washing past his features as he whipped his hand on his pants. Honestly, he didn’t fully notice anything going on around him. It just sounded like murmurs to him. He was feeling ill already and it felt like the day would just get worst and worst.

     Pistol raised at the sudden footsteps heard from the trees behind him, he turns over a shoulder almost quick enough to disorientate himself, taking a stumbling step back and inhaling softly and slowly; albeit, when the person comes into view, he curses under his breath -- raising both palms before putting his pistol away.     “Shit -- Warren?”

            “ -- this supposed to be Newmerica, then?” Mack is musing to a male stranger nearest to him; surrounded by a few other people scattered around him. “ -- Or... well ... from what I understand, GOING to be Newmerica, if all goes right. It looks almost like A FUNDRAISER at my college. Y’know -- minus all the drunk idiots --” He looks to the stranger with a hopeful raise of his brows, as if he was hoping that the stranger would at least find amusement in his words. Instead, the man was grunting at him and walking away.       “ -- okay, that’s fine. You didn’t seem that charming either--..” he murmured to the stranger’s back, uncaring and unsure if he was heard as his hands were shoved into his jean pockets.

Sarge Defence Team Members: 2

         ❛  please  tell  me  you  decked  him  !  ❜  the  blonde  leaned  forward,  her  elbows  resting  just  above  her  bent  knees.  god,  guys  were  such  assholes.  ❛  if  i  had  been  there  i  would’ve.  dick  deserved  it.  ❜