[center][color=silver][h1][I]~Bartholomew~[/I][/h1][/color][/center]
[sub][I]Location: NYC Compound, Wit's End - 3:01 P.M.[/I][/sub]
[sub][I]Mentions & Interactions: [@GrizzTheMauler] - Dion.[/I][/sub]
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Bartholomew exhaled as he slowly rolled his neck, causing it to make a loud popping sound. He grimaced a bit at the noise. His joints were getting stiffer with each day that went by. Just one of the many things old age brought with it. Normally, if he were allowed out in the city "proper" with the non Devo's, he would have just gone to a chiropractor to get it fixed, but seeing as how he wasn't able to go near one of the Peacekeeper checkpoints without raising some kind of suspicion due to his state of dress and the manner with which he carried himself, he supposed it was a blessing that joint pain was the worst of his troubles right now. Returning his attention back to the dusty and rather badly paved road that he was currently walking down, Bartholomew gave a slight nod to a copper skinned man with a short black beard and hair who was clad in a long sleeved black jacket, black running pants-both of which had blue rings wrapped around their ankle and wrist sections-and a pair of light blue sneakers with white highlights and laces, as he passed by. 

Tucking his cane up under his arm, Bartholomew quickened his pace slightly. His throat was getting dry from all the dust stray breezes managed to kick up and the heat was really starting to get to him as well, so the sooner he got to the shade and liquid relief the bar provided, the better.