[center][h2][color=39b54a][u]M A R V I N  H I L L E R[/u][/color][/h2][/center]
Marvin hadn't stopped smiling when Frankie went on to excitedly comment on his story. It kind of reminds him of a young child being mesmerized by fantasy stories. Unfortunately for him, this was no fantasy story. This was his life story. At least someone enjoyed it. When you look back to it, it certainly was quite a tale and was fun to tell. But during those times, Marvin knew that he felt like it was entirely hopeless and that he would just die right then and there. There was also the time when he had to do something he didn't want to - but had to so he would survive. Staying awake until the next day to make sure nightmares won't haunt him. 

[color=39b54a]"Maybe."[/color] Marvin said, but his eyes didn't meet hers or anyone else's. He was looking away. [color=39b54a]"But that condensed version does not have any of the stories that would make you squirm."[/color] He then looked back at her, one finger raised over his lips and gave her a bashful small smile. He let his hand fall onto his side once more but his smile was still there. Why would he tell them - anyone - about the murders he had done or the betrayals that he did? Though he'd never admit it, he even ran away from places not because there was no more work, but because it becomes too overbearing to stay there with memories leaking out of the walls of each area. 

When Frankie acknowledged the private investigator, Marvin turned to him as well. [color=39b54a]"Yeah, he got here when I was beginning to tell my story."[/color] He affirmed the man's reply. Then the name came. John Delaware. Didn't ring any bells, but he never really worked well with private investigators. And the man certainly was one. The outfit was a dead giveaway. They get all those details from your past and his hands were too dirty to be at complete ease at opening up. It's one of the reasons why he didn't tell certain stories earlier. And honestly, Marvin didn't doubt that there might be one case or two against him even if he only just tried to exterminate gunners, raiders or the scum of this apocalyptic wasteland. But honestly, he wasn't so sure if those he had killed were on the wrong or right side of morality.

[color=39b54a]"Marvin. Pleasure to meet you, John."[/color] He replied, introducing himself this time to John as that was the norm. They were going to work together after all, and he wanted for them to at least know his name. He would have given them his mercenary name but he thought that might not give them any trust in him - and he was a sniper. He could shoo their back any time he wanted and no one would be none the wiser. So for a sniper to be able to work well with others, or at least put them at ease, they at least needed to trust him somewhat. Or at least, that was ideal.

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