<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/jwfoGfb.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Name:</strong><del>Chester B. Floyd</del>Mr. Flint<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Steam Punk's headquarters, Flint's office<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sailor Apocalypse, open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Flint sat quietly in his office, if you could even call it an office. Ever since Arachnos took control of East Paragon, it was nearly impossible to find a place that wasn't either fully destroyed and/or on fire. Like most of the factory, Flint's office wasn't in very good condition, seeing as most of the walls were either dotted with holes or they were fully destroyed. The door to the office hung off of one hinge and dirt and debris covered most of the room, save for the oak wood desk that was in surprisingly good condition, something that Flint took great pride in having. The dirty leather office chair had multiple tears in it and, although it used to be able to roll around, the wheels on the chair were either missing or broken, causing it to tilt back and forth slightly whenever Flint sat in it.<br/><br/>Smoking a cigarette, Flint took one last drag before letting the smoke seep out from around his teeth and flicking the butt aside. As the last of the smoke dissipated, he leaned forward onto his desk and began to slowly tap his fingers on the wood. This wasn't an unusual activity for Flint. In all actuality, whenever he made the others go around work for him, he sat up in his office and did absolutely nothing. One could say that he's a hypocrite for threatening his gang for not doing anything but then turn around and not do anything himself. And they would be right because Flint is a hypocrite. But Flint knows that. He just doesn't care.<br/><br/>Letting out an frustrated sigh, Flint spun around in his chair before hearing the door behind him open. It was one of his guards and, judging by the look in his eyes, Flint could tell that he had something important. However, he simply stared at the man for a moment before shaking his head.<strong>"No, no, no. You need to knock before you come in here, I've said that before. It's rude if you don't knock, ya know?"</strong>The guard, who's jaw slightly dropped at Flint's unexpected answer, pointed his thumb over his shoulder. "B-but sir, I-"<strong>"Nuh-uh! Knock first, then maybe I'll hear what you have to say."</strong>Flint said before spinning around in his chair, his back now facing the guard who was still dumbfounded at his bosses childishness. Not wanting to anger him any more, the guard walked back outside, shut the office door and knocked.<strong>"Come in!"</strong>Flint yelled back at the guard, spinning his chair around to face the man once again.<br/><br/><strong>"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"</strong>Flint said, laughing loudly at the guard before sucking in air through his teeth.<strong>"Now...why do you look like you're about to piss yourself?"</strong>It wasn't apparent before but Flint now noticed that the man was visibly trembling, like he had just seen a ghost.<strong>"M-Mr. Flint sir, it's T-The Magistrate."</strong>If Flint had eyebrows, they would of perked up.<strong>"Well then, s-s-spit it out."</strong>He taunted the guard.<strong>"What about 'er?"</strong>Flint questioned, now leaning forward on his desk as he listened intently, somewhat relieved that things seemed to be becoming more interesting. "She's here...and she wants to talk to ya."<strong>"Ha ha!"</strong>Flint said, slamming both hands down on the desk before standing up and walking over toward the guard.<br/><br/><strong>"Well Hell, tell her I'd be happy to speak with her!"</strong>Grabbing his hat and putting it on, he grabbed a piece of glass off of the ground and looked at his reflection.<strong>"I just wish she would of given me more time to straighten the place up. This place is a dump!"</strong>Flint said, laughing hysterically as he joked, looking over to the guard who was still standing around.<strong>"Don't just stand there, shithead! Go get 'er!"</strong>"U-uh, yes sir!" The guard said before bolting out of the door. Making his way back to the entrance, the guard nervously approached Sailor Apocalypse. "M-m-m'am! Flint c-can see ya now." He said before quickly running off to hopefully avoid any conflicts with her.<br/>