<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong><br/><strong>Location: outside Parker Commons </strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Isis and Eiryn</strong><br/><strong>Content: Intrigued yet lost in memory</strong><br/><strong>Wearing: Marine Dress Blues</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Pondering whether accepting the invite was a good idea or not, ever since the last altercation a year ago, his sleep had been haunted by the sounds of gunfire and explosions. With limited to no options, it seemed his only way out of the cold that night. "Oh, Maggie then, i was supposed to speak to her about renting a place, my friend said he had lived here and it was..well safe for folks like me." Smiling faintly, his eyes expressing the gratitude his words could not, "thank you for such calming and understanding words, not many these days are so kind, and gracious as well, if your friend Eiryn would not protest, merely till i can speak to Maggie"<br/><br/>Raising the bottle off the table suddenly and twisting off the lid, "to friends, here, there and gone from this world but never forgotten." Faltering towards the end, but determined to remain strong. Looking towards the women, a proud almost cheerful smile on his face.