<br/><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: Folks at the party</strong><br/><strong>Content: mild language</strong><br/><strong>Wearing: Marine Dress Blues</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Turning to look around, noticing the others. Catches the sideways glance from one of the women there,<em>maybe she knows where i should go, and something smells absolutely amazing...hell anything is better than rations, and the woman was rather alluring..whoa whoa, calm down Matt</em>Straightening up and adjusting his bag, he begins walking off in the direction of the music, people and possible answers.<br/><br/>Approached the new people, akwardly shuffling his feet,<em>come on Matt, don't lose your nerve, you've faced certain death, you can face a few strangers</em>sucking in a long drag on his cigarette, walks up to the woman that had.caught his eye, in the calmest tone he can muster he spoke, "hey, um, i don't mean to interrupt your, uh party, im Second Lieutenant Matthew McCormick, but you can call me Ezrias" Shutting his mouth abruptly as the last word escaped his lips.<em>Good job Jarhead, way to be all formal, real smooth</em>