[A man is sitting against a wall, tuning an old, duct taped guitar. There's no case sitting out for money, but he sure looks like a down-on-his-luck street musician, what with the ratty hat on his head, battered pants and shoes, and the shirt that seems just a little too big. After a moment of tuning he strums a chord, winces, and tries to tune again--never mind that the chord sounded fine. Perhaps he hears something you don't?]
*There's a man huddled up in the corner. He looks really young; far too young to be wearing the camouflage military uniform he has on. Gray hair, blue, fearful eyes, and hardly a physique to speak of. His facial features are very feminine, no hard edges; he probably couldn't hurt a fly. He's holding his knees tight to his chest, a Scorpion SMG in his right hand. He's trembling. The poor thing. Won't you go comfort him?*
[Snake is sitting around, having a smoke. Why not?]
[Sits in the middle of the...place, putting together a puzzle.
Don't worry, there aren't any stairs nearby?
Nyan~ This piece goes heeeere...
[Have a Hal.]
This is what I get for fiddling with too many wires.:(
[Don't mind him...Ninten's just taking a nap.]