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   3 months. it had been 3 months since Margo was officially accepted into the investigative combat unit. It had been almost unbelievable to see how quick his life has shifted. He was an insignificant punk kid who didn't know the first thing about the modern world, completely ignorant of the vast political as well as the technological landscape around him. When margo first landed a job at the Glamazon gala, he hardly had to put any effort in his work, his snarky remarks, flashy makeup, and decent mixing skills were enough to earn some tips from flamboyant customers. The people who gathered in the gala were always adorned in makeup, flashy fashion and suffocating perfume and scents of alcohol and other various drugs. It was nearly bombarding to margo that the grey ash and ruins of the ghettos where he grew up were so different from the bright and dirty downtown of the city. Music would be loud, heavy with synth, sound effects and fast paste lyrics that kept everyone moving. He could have sworn that was his new place, the place where he belonged, in the underbelly of the city, living with the other queers and urban citizens equally jaded and roughed up from life. Now, look at him, the same flashy crossdressing kid, in uniform and duty, reading over previous case files for the NSF. How wild.
 
   Margo was hunched over in his quarters, eyes strained on his screen. they were reddened and sore from the harsh light, he had only now been using computers so often. In fact, over the past 3 months, he had been doing nothing but familiarizing himself with modern tech. It was as if he was newborn learning to walk for the first time. His eyes were either glued to a screen or he was locked up in the gym training himself desperate to get himself in shape, in both mental and physical means. Over the few months, he developed lean muscle, some agility and flexibility and the ability to type properly without using two fingers very slowly like before. However, though he was doing well-becoming accustomed to the world around him and adapting himself in the new sort of cut-throat atmosphere of his new position, his social life was nonexistent. Margo being a very social creature was miserable, like a bird with clipped wings. margo was so focused on proving his worth and training himself to hopefully be capable enough to get out there and go on a real mission with the rest instead of being the essentially backup/secretary of the unit; that he hardly found the time to get t know his colleagues. How could he? He was so inferior from them, they were capable, strong and seemingly very very smart. how could the homeschooled transvestite interact with [i]that[/i]? Hell some of them were foreigners, a body of people whom he had rarely interacted with before. He had only seen people like that in his mother's old teen magazines, where they were described as fashionable, loud, touchy and "totally hip". However, the shibui magazines from the late 20th century aren't a very reliable source now, isn't it? The foreign women especially scare him, he couldn't remember how many times as a kid he dreamed of looking like a fashionable woman like that, god how could he face em, they were still everything he wished he was.

     
    Once again margo had been daydreaming, completely lost in his head as his eyes glanced over the same sentence on the computer screen over and over. With nothing particularly urgent to do, he felt completely useless and dare he say bored. A loud yawn left his lip as he pulled his hair back into a sleek ponytail before closing down the computer. That's it, he had to get out of her, out of his small den and mingle with somebody, anybody that wasn't an all business higher up giving him more paperwork to look over and classify. He got out of his chair and stretched with a yawn as he checked himself in the mirror, fixing up his makeup and clothes before sauntering out of his room into the main halls of headquarters and the mess hall. Though the change of scenery was nice, taking in the more spacious room with some bustling comrades here and there, he still wasn't sure what he should do. Should he speak up and reveal that he was for sure a dude or should he lay low and hope someone kind came up to him? No, waiting around was not on his agenda today, he had enough of that already. Margo scanned the room and spotted a familiar face, The big bad wolf he addresses him in his head, Mister Takai himself. The man was well known around his unit, being nearly the poster child of professionalism and passion in their unit. There the man was sitting alone seeming busy with his own devices. Should Margo dare even interrupt? Does he even dare to show his face to the seemingly intimidating man?

   The hell with it, what does he got to lose? He went from a bartender to NSF member, after all, the sky's the limit. margo puffed up his chest, straightened his posture and made a very [i]manly[/i] confident walk over to the center table. He awkwardly stood at the edge, mouth opening and closing like some sort of fish as he sputtered on what words to open up with. finally, he let out overly intense and deep [color=0054a6]"HEY."[/color]

   Margo could feel his face heating up at the awkward delivery as he stiffly plopped doon the bench across from the man. He blinked a moment as he gained some more gusto. [color=0054a6]I'm Margo"[/color] he said again before giving a stiff bow from his seat assuming his slightly softer tone. He felt like some sort of caveman 'Me Margo GRR' but hell good enough. Though his nerves were in a bunch he was off to a good- well a start certainly. So with one more inhale Margo continued [color=0054a6]"I have heard quite about you. I'm sure you have not seen me around, however, we are in the same unit, I am very inexperienced so please take care of me yeah? Mr. G.I Joe?"[/color] he let out a small chuckle at his own joke, however, his heart pumped at a million miles an hour, Maybe his humor just might get him snubbed from the big shot but hell it's worth a try. Hopefully, this will lead to some more interactions with others as the day goes by. 
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