<strong>Name:</strong>Oleg (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158203.msg7308086#msg7308086)<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Demigod<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Los Angeles, California, USA<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Enoch<br/><br/>Oleg, being raised in a small town as he was, and not so blasé and world-weary that all the wonder of the world was gone, was somewhat taken aback by Enoch's appearance. The finer details that made Enoch distinct from the common gang-bangers, punks, and individuals who were otherwise nonconformists out to shock the mundanes with their edginess were lost upon him, and he looked down at the table in front of his quickly to attempt, poorly, to disguise his reaction. It was not polite or decorous. Though given that the other man chose those sorts of accessories, and that manner of dress, Oleg's reaction was either what he wanted, or else it was something long ago accustomed to. That was rational, however, and Oleg could not shake the feeling of being rude. He did not want to be. The complaints about the quality of the food did little to endear Enoch to Oleg. Even though Oleg was not partaking, it was not because any of it was not good enough for him.<br/><br/>"My name is Oleg." He replied to Enoch's question, and chose not to engage the complaints about the quality of the food, or the superior places from which superior food might have been procured from the infinite budget that the government had. There was surely waste and abuse in the budget, but Oleg did not feel entitled to lavish accommodations and gourmet meals. Soldiers did not receive those sorts of things, and even though Oleg was not a soldier he did not feel he merited better than the fighting men and women in uniform. He drew a finger along the table's surface, and followed its course with his eyes. "I chose to be here. It was important enough to me." He had walked and hitch-hiked. It meant enough to Oleg to risk himself for this world that was his home and its people who were his people. He glimpsed up, briefly, at Enoch before his eyes returned to the table. "An angel told me the gates of Hell stand open."