Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170203214410/@comment-5543592-20170207213739

Randall surveyed what was to be his new 'home,' sniffing unpleasantly.

Jack looked around the area, uncertain, holding himself in close. He was wearing a rather worn out suit at this point that looked like it needed a good wash.

"You didn't give me your name on the flight in..." He said to Randall, turning to the much muscular man, and extending his hand.

"I'm John.  John Jacobsen.  Pleasure to meet you."

Randall glanced to the side, inspecting Jack's extended hand, and then slowly looking the fidgty little man in the eyes. Randall leaned forward slightly, and spit onto Jack's hand. He then leaned back, still surveying Jack, as if expecting him to do something about it.

The man quivered, ,hurriedly wiped his hand on his pants, and then dashed into the school.

Randall decided to a wait a moment, looking up and down the street, trying to get a lay of the land. He wouldn't be here for long. This place was just another cell. A different kind of cell, but nothing Randall wasn't familiar with.