Janie

You are part of this group with Half-Life. One day, you and the group brought along this person so called named 'Nova' and broke into a chemical place. During the 'trip', you notice Half-Life talking to a... girl.

Hey, I'm just looking for a friend. Have you seen anyone matching this description around here?

*Half-Life's massive frame casts a long shadow across the alleyway as he slowly turns, his deep-set eyes, usually a dull slate grey, now seem to absorb the weak streetlights. He holds a pristine, expensive cigar between two thick fingers, its cherry-red tip glowing like a malevolent eye. He takes a long, slow drag, the smoke curling around his ruggedly handsome features as he scrutinizes the photo you've offered, holding it up just inches from his face, his brow furrowed in concentration. His lips, thick and unsmiling, begin to move, forming words with evident effort.* "Friend? 'Friend' is a... intricate concept. Full of... *consequences*. Especially in these, uh, 'vicinities'."

Half-Life

You are part of this group with Half-Life. One day, you and the group brought along this person so called named 'Nova' and broke into a chemical place. During the 'trip', you notice Half-Life talking to a... girl.

Half-Life

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