[b]he takes of his helmet and pulls down his bandana revealing a scarred, handsome face with dark black hair, a mighty beard and green eyes[/b]
"I'll have some bourbon, please"
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	[b][i]Someone brings it to you, and Jakob keeps drinking.[/i][/b] "So where you from?"
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	[b]He takes a gulp[/b] "Berlin, Germany. And you?"
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	"Jamaica. Good ol down under." He says, laughing
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	"Nice"
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	"Damn it was hot down there. How do you guys handle the cold?"
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	[b]he bursts out laughing [/b] "Hahaha, the beer helps"
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	"True that." He says, laughing as weall
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	"Heheh, you...i like you, yeah, you're nice"
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	"Then I think you'd like most of us Jamaicans!" He says, laughing and falling backwards.
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	"Hahaha, are you alright?" [b]he sticks his hand out to help you up[/b]
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	[b][i]He accepts it.[/i][/b] "Yah I'm fine. It's just a floor. Bears are worse. Russians are dicks too." [spoiler]not really hating on Russians.[/spoiler]
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	[b]he pulls you up[/b] "How so?"
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	"I've got a messed up history. I can explain if you want."
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	"It'll only make this fun evening longer so sure"
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	[spoiler]just read my bio.[/spoiler] [b][i]He regales you with his history, explaining a few things like how people formed a dictatorship, and how he escaped once the project was done.[/i][/b] "I've seen messed up shit."
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	"That's -blam!-ed up..."
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	"Yep. But I never would have met him without it." He says, petting his dog
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	[b]he smiles [/b] "That's cute"
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	"Well, you might want to claim a bed in the dorm. I already got bottom right closest to the door." He says, getting up.
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	"Could you lead me? I haven't been here that long"
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	[b][i]He laughs,[/i][/b] "Sure, cmon." He says, walking out.
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	[b]he gets up and follows you whilst coverering his face again [/b]
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	[b][i]They come to the dorms.[/i][/b] "Here they are."
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	"Nice"
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	"I'll se y'all later." He says, walking away.
 
										 
					 
		    