<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong><br/><br/><strong>Location: outside Parker Commons </strong><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:Maggie Holloway</strong><br/><br/><strong>Content: mild language</strong><br/><br/><strong>Wearing: Marine Dress Blues</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Matthew stood waiting outside the apartment, a slight shiver reaching his shoulder blades.  Looking up he reads the sign, 'Parker Commons'. This was to be his new start, new home, new life, all that jazz.<em>jesus Matthew, get it together, you have been in worse.</em>Shrugging, takes out his pack and removes one cigarette, placing it upon his lips, he bites at it in thought till finally lighting it with his lighter.  Taking a large inhale and looking around, saying to no one in particular, "never thought i would hate not having some little grunt drive me around on base" Shaking his head,<em>soo Mrs. Holloway, thats who im looking for, hopefully within the next few hours, i'm freezing my balls off</em><br/><br/>Absently kicking at the snow as he smokes his cigarette, the smoke exiting his nostrils in small spirals, chuckles quietly as he thinks of his dad who taught him that.<em>where is everyone, i know its late but Jamie said that Mrs Holloway was available most hours, maybe she has company</em>sniggering quietly at the thought, trying to picture the middle age woman in and out of her clothes. Taking out the small picture and card, on the photo was Jamie, his good friend and next to him was Holloway.<em>Alright, well maybe she could have company, hell i havent seen the nude body of a woman in nearly 2 years...or another man for that matter</em>