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bjornwilde The first job he found after the war was a dishwasher. It didn't make much but it was quiet and he was able to be forgotten that way. Things were tight but going well enough until a fellow dishwasher ran off with all his savings. He should have know better than to carry it with him but it wasn't like there was a bank he trusted. He ended up in an after hours, wholly illegal fighting ring that night.
Three sprained ribs and knuckles later, he had enough to cover rent in the cheap hotel and even some to drink with. Unfortunately, the local crime boss recognized his tattoo of his old fighting unit and decided to draft him as muscle. Nolan had had enough of fighting for other people so after cleaning up in one more night of fighting, he left San Francisco behind and headed East. When the music deck of the roller he had bought started playing Jackson, he sang along with his eye roving the road looking for any hint of an ambush.
Three sprained ribs and knuckles later, he had enough to cover rent in the cheap hotel and even some to drink with. Unfortunately, the local crime boss recognized his tattoo of his old fighting unit and decided to draft him as muscle. Nolan had had enough of fighting for other people so after cleaning up in one more night of fighting, he left San Francisco behind and headed East. When the music deck of the roller he had bought started playing Jackson, he sang along with his eye roving the road looking for any hint of an ambush.
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Date: 2013-05-07 10:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-07 10:10 pm (UTC)And just to warn you, I don't know if I'll get to tagging back tonight as it's open house at my daughter's school.
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Date: 2013-05-07 10:11 pm (UTC)