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[ny_vigilante]

[ What's that you hear? A large New Yorker teeing off in random areas of town? ]

FORE!

[ Yes. Yes, it is.

Casey Jones, in a fit of stir-insanity (the step beyond crazy), has decided now is the time to give golf just one more chance to prove its- its not-boring-ness to him. As such, he can be found most anywhere today- or, alternatively, golf

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[justicereigns]

[Gets one in his coffee cup and carries it back with a very irritated growl.] Just what were you aiming for?

[ny_vigilante]

[ ... ]

Aimin'?

[justicereigns]

[Laughs and back the coffee-dripping ball.] Usually you're not meant to chuck them willy-nilly. Either a hole in the ground or your own coffee mug.

[ny_vigilante]

Yeaaaah, startin' to see the merits of good ol' fashioned open space by now. [ He'll take that ball and nod at you. ]

Sorry 'bout your coffee.

[justicereigns]

[Grumbles.] Least it didn't get dumped on me this time.

[ny_vigilante]

...not real lucky with that stuff, huh?

[justicereigns]

My second in command is something of a clutz.

[ny_vigilante]

[ Looking you up and down. ]

Second in command? Like what, army?

[justicereigns]

[Stands a straight-backed six and a half feet even without the jitte.]

Marines, yeah.

[ny_vigilante]

[ Tall as hell. ]

Oh, the few, the proud and all that stuff. More power to ya.

[justicereigns]

[Word. And yet still shorter than Brooke and Aokiji.]

Thanks, I think.

[ny_vigilante]

[ Such a tall world. ]

No problem. [ Holding out hand. ] Casey Jones.

[justicereigns]

[True story.]

Smoker. [Shakes the hand firmly.]

[ny_vigilante]

Been around long? Pretty sure I'd remember seein' a guy with cigars here or there.

[justicereigns]

Nope, only a month or so.

[ny_vigilante]

Not too bad. Coulda been longer.