For every soldier there is a mountain. (OTA)

[metal_of_heart]

Piotr squinted past his sunglasses as he looked up towards the gates of Fortes mansion

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[harvelleiam]

Jo was outside, sitting on the lawn. A pistol was in front of her and she kept assembling and disassembling it, it was her way of not growing rusty. Glancing out of the corner of her eyes, she seen the man, but let her focus again go back to the pistol, now assembling it again. She usually didn't speak until spoken to, it was her way of keeping to herself. Though, she was branching out a bit more.

[metal_of_heart]

"Excuse me, is dis the mansion owned by Scott Summers and Mr.Worthington?"

[harvelleiam]

Jo doesn't answer for a moment as she finishes putting the gun back together. When that's done though, she stands, tucking the gun in the back of her jeans and looks up at the man. Jesus. "Yeah, it is. Coming to stay?"

[metal_of_heart]

Piotr grins down at her, he knows that his overtly large appearance and general muscular physique alone is quite intimidating but holds out a hand in hopes to ease that feeling. "Da. My name is Piotr, and ju?"

[harvelleiam]

Jo takes his hand, a small smile creeping on her face. "I'm Jo. Nice to meet ya'."

[metal_of_heart]

"Feeling is mutual. But may I ask, it is Jo strange name for a girl?"

[imma sleep now<3

[harvelleiam]

"It's short for Joanna, but I don't like anyone to call me that. So, Jo is good."

[metal_of_heart]

"I vill remember this. You may call me Peter if it is easier."

[harvelleiam]

"Yeah, better would definitely be easier. At least for me to remember."

[metal_of_heart]

"Den feel free Jo."