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Date Posted: 00:06:27 05/01/06 Mon
Author: Braden Nichols
Subject:
Everywhere I go
People wanna know
Who I am
So I tell them
I'm that boy from twenty-seven you hear so much about!
Your mama brings her daughters in whenever I go out!

In reply to: Remy 's message, "
I'm hopelessly devoted to you..
" on 23:33:48 04/30/06 Sun



So he couldn't lie and say that he didn't think it was weird to be going to the commanders apartment for an interview because it definitely was. He figured it was some strange Navy thing really, he was a little unsure about working up here too, up north that was. Navy was one thing, there were some good men in the Navy and all that, sure but really..the Seamen (haha, he giggled to himself everytime, never fail) just weren't his cup of tea. Not that he drank tea, no self respectin' southern man drank tea with the women but still, as the saying goes and such. Shifting to take off his black cowboy hat, he ran a hand over his bandana clad head and then placed it back on his head, checking the numbers that lit up on the elevator absently. Pretty high falutin' place this McLean had here, not really Braden's personal style but whatever. No skin off his back here. He had a variety of choices, there were people all over the place itchin' to get their hands on him and who could they blame him? He was the best at what he did, the only thing anyone had to deal with was his touch of an attitude problem but that just came with being career marine. His jaw set a little as he stepped out of the elevator, clad in a pair of jeans, black boots and a black button up shirt - this was his idea of dressin' up but he wasn't really tryin' to impress anyone, his resume did that for him. He was almost to the door when he spotted a door that led out to the balcony and he happily changed course to head out there and flip open a silver engraved zippo to light a cigarette, taking a few minutes to himself. He'd had almost two months off since his unit was disbanded and he was done in Iraq...March 06, had been his last day there and he was eager to get back to doing something to keep his time occupied. Alcohol and women could only do so much...it was quite a bit that they could do..but still he needed something to keep his adrenaline running most of the time. With sigh, he flicked the cigarette and watched it fall to the ground so many stories up. That could probably kill someone...not so good for the record. Shrugging it off, he headed back in, knocking firmly on the door he had been instructed to go to.

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