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John 'Axle' Winters<br/>
<i class="fas fa-spinner fa-spin"></i>Bar then anger room<br/>
Mentions: <a class="username" data-user-id="4695" data-username="@MonsterMistress" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4695/">@MonsterMistress</a>​</div><br/>When Nalia nodded, John got up from his seat, shifting his weight slightly and pulling the strap of the metal orb he was carrying higher up on his shoulder. He gave the others a nod, muttering "Gentlemen" and followed behind the capable bartender as she led the way to the anger rooms. A while before the new arrival would come in, they passed by Lydia and entered the hallway, where the soldier let his eyes roam over the doors they passed until he focused on the one Nalia chose for them to enter.<br/><br/>As they went inside, he looked around with great interest and listened to her with a faint smile on his lips, turning to look at her when she was finished speaking. "Lame?" he repeated, somewhat amused. "I don't think so. I'm actually pleasantly surprised."<br/>He pointed out into the room, looking it over again. "We had the same type of thing back in my home time. Used to train a lot in simulations before I actually got sent back to try to un-fuck the past. Surprised this sort of thing exists here. Feels very familiar. Didn't know that's what your sister meant by 'anger rooms'. Now that I know... might use them later." A chuckle escaped him as he reached up to run his metallic hand through his hair. Then he cleared his throat and focused on her again.<br/>"But to answer your question... to have an easy chat, I'd pick an empty diner. I've experienced a few of the most peaceful moments in my life sitting in one of those booths late at night," he mused softly. "Maybe not the most imaginative request, considering the options you gave, but it'll do the job just fine as far as I'm concerned. That an option too?"