The young man walks into the bar, skin pitch black, and he sits at the bar, quietly ordering a whiskey. Term is over, not sure what to do... He is, by his nature, a rather nomadic person.<br/><br/>He quietly sits back, cloth jacket crinkled softly, as he lets his eyes roam over the people in the bar. He's always been the sort to like other people. Why he joined the Marines, who's modus operandi is hurting people and breaking things, is anyones guess, but, for the time being, he's clearly enjoying the peace and quiet.<br/><br/>For the time being.