<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/d58dffffa658c4a8a4abdc5e1055ac9e/tumblr_mrmndmsG3Y1qixqpxo10_250.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>,<em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br/>2519, present day<br/>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Thalia and the group of stragglers walking in tow<hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">playing</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pEMd1SdkAE</div></div><br/>Samson had a knack for sometimes just watching people, this was one of those times. He didn't say anything initially, simply glancing from one stranger to the other, even after the exchange between his first mate and the man "Aaron Shaw."<br/><br/>"Santiago, why don't you go and get the lovely ladies and yourself a drink." Samson suggested, waiting for the crowd to pull apart a little so he could handle each one individually. He didn't know who the red head was, but something about her was unsettling. It was all on Samson's side, hard to trust one red head when one goes up and steals your ship.<br/><br/>Shaw seemed in a hurry, Samson was in no rush. The chair opposite him was pushed forward by a nudged from his foot. "Take a seat, you're making me nervous." Whether he took a seat or not, Samson crossed his arms and looked at him. "You always play all your cards on the first draw Mr. Shaw?" He asked, curious as to why this man seemed so rattled by his surroundings. "Parts ain't much of my issue, nor my coms. I do need a mechanic but more importantly, who you running from. I normally don't care to ask, can't lie to a man who doesn't ask, but you seemed a little nervous and I know it ain't me since we don't even know each other."