Post by Leon Silverblood on May 28, 2009 0:26:40 GMT -5
Leon takes the pepper spray and looks it over "neat. and I won't shoot myself in the foot again when I'm drunk."
He adjusts Alex's weight, tucks the pepper spray in a pocket, and looks around. "So who were you talking to? I haven't seen any organized survivors around here in a long time, unless you count the Elbow Room where getting hammered is a team effort."
"My names Leon, by the way," he adds, unable to remember if he'd introduced himself yet. "Formerly of the Malton Rangers."
He adjusts Alex's weight, tucks the pepper spray in a pocket, and looks around. "So who were you talking to? I haven't seen any organized survivors around here in a long time, unless you count the Elbow Room where getting hammered is a team effort."
"My names Leon, by the way," he adds, unable to remember if he'd introduced himself yet. "Formerly of the Malton Rangers."
