[center][h2][color=8B8386]Olympia Marston[/color][/h2][/center]

So, a girl can set out on a promising adventure, mecha in tow with plenty of opportunity, and end up in a boring room full of couches, some military uniforms, a comical hulking Northerner in a tiny chair, and a liquid drug machine. Olympia was so full of boredom that it was practically spilling from her mouth, paired with an occasional chortle at the situation. [color=8B8386][i]'I hope giving up the trade was worth this Outcast shindig after all.'[/i][/color] She thought over the decision as she picked at the edges of her gloves, all the while analyzing the faces in the room. One was bound to to be a client, she was sure.
She shifted her eyes around, recovering the sight of some standard gun loving fellas, a curious bloke drawn into a handy screen on his even more curious arm, and a wildcard crumpled peacefully on the couch. The red beret caught her eye, as did the chaotic storm she had brought in, before she decided to take a catnap. Olympia briefly pondered what a handful (or two) this chick might be, before her gaze fell on a handsome white haired guy leaning on the wall. He seemed to be looking at her for a moment, and she looked back. A smirk spread across her face, joined by a pair of raised eyebrows as she recognized Hawthorne Balthazar. Boy, had it been a while since she put her...eyes on that spectre of a man. Olympia scoffed, a question or two climbing out of her throat before it was stopped by the sound of a voice shattering the stillness of the common room.

[color=f7941d]“...gonna ask Hawthorne, Alexi & Nate to join me in the War room real quick. I'll leave the rest of yall with the Deputy.”[/color]

[color=8B8386][i]'I suppose it'll have to wait 'til later.'[/i][/color] She watched him walk past, followed by the bleary nutcase and the smokey bionic man. The leftover bodies in the room with her seemed to spectate as the chosen few made their exit, and she wondered what she might have in common with them. It seemed that the farmer boy was about to tell her.

[color=fff200]“Okay you guys, ya'll wanna have some fun? Head to the hangar where yall have parked and get inside your mechs, meet me by the flatland are near the back of the compound. Got a surpside for ya!"[/color]

...or not. What was with this guy, anyway? Fun is great and all, but this just sounded goofy. Nevertheless, something to break the monotony of sitting in silence was welcome enough, and a romp around in her mech definitely couldn't hurt. She stood up and smoothed over her pants before striding behind, intent on getting to the hangar as soon as possible. 
Once within, a rogue hand presented itself to her, belonging to the blonde soldier. [color=tomato]“Hey, my name is Cassius. It looks like we might be working together, so I thought it only right to introduce myself”[/color]
Why not? She flashed a grin and grabbed his hand, giving it a firm and enthusiastic shake. [color=8B8386]"Sure sure, let's do the right thing for your sake, Cassius. I'm Olympia."[/color] She gave a miniature bow and popped herself back up, her grin now simmered down to a dimpled smirk. He was obviously a Northerner, and the military type, but he seemed to have some softer edges with a little politeness. Fair enough.