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Grim paused on his way out, allowing others to pass him as he observed with potential interest at what had just caught his attention. It was the woman standing at the door. Or rather, the shiny knife that she had. He rather liked it. He gave her a smirk before continuing on.

Roman, once having left the building, immediately made her way through the Green, with the full intention of making her way to the Marshall's place of residence. She'd start looking there.

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Roman rubbed her chin with one finger thoughtfully as she filed out with the rest of them. She decided not to waste time over it and to get it done as quickly as possible, so she decided to start right away.

Grim, on the other hand, wasn't too worried about his ability to get his job done, even with an opponent or two, and decided to take his time on it. He'd get around to it when he was...prepared. He smirked at the thought.

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Grim did not share the same task as Jenga, though he did see that the short boy-child's paper was the same, which meant that the two of them would be competing against each other. What was his name again? Keenan Roman. He'd gotten himself a little bit of infamy as a fairly skilled thief. And the other one that he saw with the same paper, for Grim had been covertly migrating around the room with the minglers; a glance here, a look over the shoulder there, to see what all the tasks were, and who had what task. In any event, he knew Jenga to be a thief of more renown than most.

Roman eyed the weird-looking guy with the braid from her corner as he casually sidled around, and had given him a warning scowl when he'd come too close to her. She didn't like him at all. He was...too weird. She quickly read her task. Petty thievery job? No problem. She could have those letters within half the time at most.

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Name: Goes by 'Grim', and never introduces his real name.

Age: 27

Gender: M

Description: Grim has white hair despite his age, and has dark eyes that don't seem to cast a reflection, like staring into bottomless pits. He's of average height, pale skin, and somewhat built, though not hulk status. His hair is cropped rather short, but he has a braided rattail that hangs from his temple and just barely touches his shoulder. From the end of it sticks out a small blue feather.

Personality: He's a little bit...odd. He has a strange sense of humor that is often a bit morbid, and he can be very creepy at times, usually when he's annoyed, or when he's pulling a prank. He lives to have a good time though, and likes to try to scare people off who try to talk to him. Usually though, he means well, and likes to have people around him. He's got some odd quirks, for instance he has a profound respect for nature in general, and will go out of his way to just sit and enjoy the outdoors for a few minutes. He also has a habit of rationing food, not eating much at meal times and saving the rest for later, or to feed to wild animals. He also likes to climb up on things for the purpose of jumping off of them. Usually to scare someone.

Associates: He has no associates of his own, but he has no qualms about working with others.

Specialty: He's a bit of a 'tinker'. He dabbles in just about everything, but claims no superior skill in anything.

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Roman looked over her sheet of paper. It didn't seem...too bad...She supposed she could rough it for a day with a small group if it meant that the bigger job was going to pay well if she finished this one. That other guy, though. He was quite a stinker, wasn't he? People like him irk her a little bit. Always have something annoyingly negative to say...Not that she was any better, she reasoned.

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It was then that a UNSC ship, called the Reclaimer, appeared out of slipstream.

"Find him!" The captain commanded to the two officers standing at her side. "Find him now!"
The two hurried off.

"You should be able to locate him not far from the port side of the ship." A man standing nearby advised. The man was outfitted strangely, for the times, at least. He wore gold armor, that seemed both greek and egyptian at once, and clasped at his shoulders was a gold cloak, and about his waist he wore a blue sash. The greek helmet he wore completely covered his face, but it was adorned with a blue dyed horsehair mohawk. He looked very out of place, to say the least.

The two officers nodded to the man, and they took off. Soon, a pelican was launched in search of the missing Spartan, 117.

"There," one of the officers pointed out to his fellow, gesturing out towards the badly damaged environment suit that all Spartans wore.
It didn't take them long to retrieve the Master Chief, bringing him in through the launch bay of the pelican and re-polarizing the area. They then headed back towards the Reclaimer. One of the men left the cockpit and poked his head through the door. "You all right, sir?" He asked.

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Roman frowned slightly, but she didn't say anything. It made sense to her, it was a good way to sort out the undesireable ones, but it was still a bit of a pain, and slightly laughable. She watched to see what the reaction would be like. Maybe some of the less serious ones would just book it right now.

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Roman returned the hard stare that the Bidder gave her, not once betraying any sign of her thoughts currently, which were that she didn't get the best first impression from her potentially new employer. But she decided to stick out and see what would happen.

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Roman was standing in the corner opposite of Jenga, and had positioned herself just so, that she would be able to observe the entire room. She didn't like the uncertainty in the room, and she definitely didn't like the large group of people. Thieves, thugs, swindlers, and all manner of socially detestable ilk were amassed in the too-small space, and she didn't like it. She didn't deny that she wasn't much better than they, but she still didn't like them. So she made sure she could keep watchful eye on every one of them.