[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location:[/color] Main Deck (Open Air Lounge)
[Color=007236]Skills:[/color] Social cameleon[/center][hr] 

There was something off about the lady which he was standing with. Something...Mahendra didn't know what word could describe the lady beside him, even as he looked at her, listened to her in an attempt to put her into a context. Chill, cool, Mahendra was left without words to use. Her words and tone of her voice didn't leave him with an impression of origin, place or people. But the Bengali social cameleon was certain that she didn't hail from any lower classes with her clothing, and her remarkable posture did tell him that she was from an upper crust of people. 

His observations told him nothing more though as the lady spoke again and posed his question back to him, even offering him a warning in the possibility of him lying. Mahendra looked from the lady with her chilled words and let his eyes gaze out on the Nile, resting his arms on the railing. Part of his tale he was more than happy to share, but the very recent one? [Color=007236]"As you wish, my lady. The short tale is that of work, and the long tale of The war and work."[/color] Mahendra started his story, lifting one hand to scratch his moustache as he continued. [Color=007236]"I fought here in the name of King and Country, as I am a colonial you probably have observed. 11th Indian Divison, and I served with the finest men of England and her colonies, first here in Egypt and then in Mesopotamia, before I was wounded in battle."[/color]

Mahendra stopped his story to let his right arm run down the lengt of his left arm, on something only he knew of the two of them presumably. His scar. But then he turned back to the lady and continued on. [Color=007236]"In hospital I was given the oppertunity to go to England to recieve an education thanks to very kind family in my homeland. Geology, if that is of interest? Anyway I felt that Egypt could once again prove my fortunes, and so I sought employment here. Like I said, The war and work."[/color]

[hr][center][h1][color=#255DB3]Richard Barker[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=#255DB3]Location:[/color] Main Deck (Open Air Lounge)
[Color=#255DB3]Skills:[/color]None[/center][hr] 

Richard didn't like the silence that surrounded the smug little brat that Franklin was, although he was not surprised at all. He had tried to play nice, but it would seem it wasn't working. He should have known, playing nice only worked with old grannies and helpful people, so playing hardball was perhaps the next logical step. Richard continued to smoke his cigarette as Franklin pushed the pitcher towards him. [Color=#255DB3]"...I'm sorry, what?"[/color] Richard asked with an annoyed tone, feeling that same sense of deja vu finally crash through the proverbial wall. He smelled fire, and felt his hand bathed in warmth.

[Color=#255DB3]"Oh shit..."[/color]

Richard grabbed the pitcher as fast as he could, pouring the liquid contents over his once again burning sleeve as if he was in some sort of Charlie Chaplin film. Luckily the small flame died as quickly as the pitcher was emptied, but the sweating private detective didn't feel any better. In fact, he felt like an idiot the way he had lit himself on fire TWICE and not managed to gain any valuable information from Franklin. Putting the pitcher on the table again and looking at his now even more singed sleeve, Richard grumbled for himself before looking back at Franklin. This really wasn't his day. [Color=#255DB3]"You know what, Franklin? This has been a shitty day, and I need a drink. Can I at least ask you what you're doing here, or where you're from?"[/color] Richard asked him, signalling for a waiter to bring him something before turning back to Franklin, shaking off the water and ash off his sleeve. [Color=#255DB3]"And before you ask, my answer is New York. Here to figure out why someone is dead. Good enough for you?"[/color]