<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0c/Doomtown2-Recovered2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Walter Sinnett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9812108#msg9812108)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Some bloody back-alley behind Babel's Tower.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Scooter, Open.<br/><hr/>Walter never really knew what to make of Scooter.<br/><br/>The guy wasn't smart. It didn't take a bloody genius to work that out. But he wasn't really<em>stupid</em>either. Marcus had met some people who were thick as two short planks in his time. And listen, that's not Walter bein' hypocritical, he knew he weren't... wasn't... exactly a feckin' scholar himself... he didn't know what a Babel was for god's sake. But Walter wasn't stupid, he was just poorly bred, uneducated and brought up in an environment that rewarded left hooks over literacy. Scooter wasn't stupid either. He was just...<em>simple</em>. Walter hadn't spent much time with the giant but he'd heard the stories. Scooter was almost like a child in a feckin' mountainous body. He just didn't always quite grasp the consequences of his actions. He wasn't like Walter... Walter reveled in hurting others, Scooter just did it because he was told to. Walter was an attack dog who lived to rip the throat out of his enemies. Scooter was a pet dog who didn't quite understand that biting people was bad.<br/><br/>Walter wasn't sure if he liked it or not. On one hand he felt like bangin' his feckin' head against a wall every time he heard a story about how Scooter put one of his meaty fists through some bastard's face and then started apologisin' for doin' so. But on the other hand it meant Walter never felt the sense of rivalry and aggression he would have if Scooter had been someone like 'imself. Scooter was, despite his limitations, sort of nice. Walter? He was a feckin' bastard. If Scooter pitched some poor fecker off the side of a cliff he'd probably feel bad about it. Walter would feel a thrill run through him and try to remember the fecker's expression as he fell. Not that this conflict appeared on Walter's face. He just scowled. Like he normally did.<br/><br/><strong>“He wanna see me now I take it? You takin' me along mate or do I wander over myself?”</strong>