Post by SEAN GLAIZE on Feb 26, 2013 5:22:50 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,width: 400px; background-color: #333333;] HEAVY GLOW By the way, I tried to say, I'd be there When he was told that he had to watch over a few morph fights, and talk to one Nyra Strasburg about a recent transgression, he hadn't been sure if that was a good thing. Sure, the fights were sort of 'promotional' and so it would benefit the government, not to mention the money it could generate overnight, but there was still something so savage about the idea that Sean was not quite one to jump the gun on it. But still... Property of the government. It didn't have to be tattooed to his body for him to know it. And he would continue doing his work for the betterment of their case. So here he was, watching, in mild discomfort, as the fighters on the rink did what they did to please the crowd, enthralling roars and hollers for their fighter. Sean did his best to drown out the sounds, tentatively wincing with every loud cheer. Yeah, he really didn't want to be here. As soon as the fights ended, he started for the rink. A photograph had been given to him of Nyra, white hair, blue eyes, such were what he had to look for. Her file had said that she was a Glaceon, but not much else was written such that Sean could use the information for the meeting. Ah well, improvisation would have to do. Finally he was close enough to her. "Miss Nyra Strasburg?" He called out, raising a hand to get her attention. "Sean Glaize. I'd like to have a word." |