(http://i.imgur.com/hgaVQct.jpg?1)<br/><br/><strong>Character:</strong>Roland Axwater<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Stud (auto-mechanics specialty)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Lunch, August 21st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Barn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Raina, Open<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><br/>“Thanks. A sense of humor has to count for something,” he said with a playful wink. He watched her empty half her bottle in a few seconds and smirked. A city girl after his own heart for sure. he didn’t make a comment about it. She should enjoy it because after she left the ranch she wasn’t going to be able to have any for quite some time.<br/><br/>He took a seat beside her, straddling the bench. “Yeah, it takes a bit of getting used to for sure. When I first came here I didn’t think I could sleep without the sound of police sirens, crazy fighting neighbors and drunken hobo’s singing Johnny Cash but… you get used to the quiet.” he said with a shrug. It was hard to tell if he was joking or not. Popping the top off the beer he took a drink, though not as deeply as Raina had. “California. I worked on cars mostly,” he said, trying not to get to specific.<br/><br/>When he heard the gun shots his entire body tensed. Instantly he was brought back to that night he lost one of the people he cared most about in his life. Gunshots. Screeching tires. Burning rubber. Metallic smell so strong you could taste it…<br/><br/>He was gripping his beer white knuckled, tense. It took him a moment to relax again but he did. Heart still pounding. “Yeah… “ he loosened up and drank a few big gulps of his beer before he returned to himself. “That’s not the only loud noise around here.” he joked. “So what do you do Raina? What do you like? Hobbies? What else are you looking for while you're here besides the obvious?”<br/>