[center][color=firebrick][h1]Oshea Jackson[/h1][/color][/center]
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[center]"You ain't got nothin' to worry about--until you do."[/center]
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Oshea's daydream snapped, he was drawn to reality by the question of one of the rookies. He had to make a point to ask the rookie's name, he had already forgotten it--soon as the thought crossed his mind, the faster it slipped by. Still, he responded to Charlie's inquiry, [color=firebrick]"Nah, never was able to hurt nobody. Not yet, anyway, right? I'ono though, I ain't really one to bring action to nobody 'less they bring it to me, yew kno'? I wouldn' even worry about it, dog; you gon' be in this savin' the world business, you gon' have to run it a couple times."[/color] Oshea savored his own words for a moment--the last time he [i]tried[/i] to hurt somebody, he was the one who got hurt. He didn't want Charlie to learn the same way he did, if he were being honest with himself.

But lately everything ran contrary to his personal whims. 

Longwinded as he was quick, Oshea continued on, [color=firebrick]"You know what though, all that fear you feel gon' pass right ova you once they in ya face. All you gon' wanna do is fight. I'on' think you undastand right now, but you'll see. You gon' see, for real. When it go down, it go down! Trust ya mental; trust them gifts you got, you'll be good, rook'. S'all like chess, righ'?"[/color] So he hoped. Oshea was never a great purveyor of comforting words, his language was plain, plentiful, and stained by a dim sprout of pesimism all the same. But it worked; rather, he wanted it to work, the last thing he wanted to do was plant doubt in a rookie's head.