βℓЄи∂ ιитσ тнɛ Ƨнα∂σωƨ {Full - Not Accepting}

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● Jordan Frost ●

Jordan watched as the woman began to walk away and his hopes of finding someone he knew began to diminish. That is, until the man spotted him. Frozen with anticipation, Jordan's throat clenched and he stared at the man who bore a very strong resemblance to Bob, but then the CIA had look-a-likes for all of their operatives. Jordan began to question if finding his teammates was even a good idea. But taking a chance was a part of life, right?

"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare, but I was waiting for someone. A woman, actually, with a short Bob haircut." He paused and hoped that whom he was speaking to was indeed Bob. "She said to wait for her in front of the diner and she'd show me a jersey she got Michael Jordan to autograph. I dunno, I think she was bluffing." He shrugged nonchalantly and silently prepared himself to take off at a sprint in case this man was an imposter.

[Oh my gosh, I haven't RPed in a while, so excuse how crappy this post is. XD]

[Soriams]

((Hooray! No worries! I'm just glad someone finally responded!))

Still swaying on his feet, Bob stumbles up to the man he discovered in the shadows. Standing uncomfortably close in his rank clothes, as is the habit of most of the drunken homeless looking for money are want to do, he looks the young man up and down. Jordan?.. Could it be? Bob had very seldom seen the other member's of his team, as he had been somewhat isolated from them, but there is almost no doubt in his mind that this is one of them. No one else would bother to explain themselves to a drunk unless they were trying to tell him something. Hiccuping again, he answers back: "Well, I ain't seen no Michael Jordan here, but dis ol' Bobby just lookin' fer some change. You got 'sum?" He asks, holding out his hand.

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● Jordan Frost ●

{Sorry, I've been busy. And, I hope the others reply soon.}

A smile threatened to spread on Jordan's face when he began to dare to believe he'd found Bob. But alas, the CIA had really done its job when they convinced Jordan that hope was worse than dying. A frown spread across the young man's features when the drunk reached out to him for money. "I'll give you money when my a*s is autographed by Alec Baldwin. And unless you intend to help me find him, forget about the money." Jordan feigned disgust and began to stride away. He silently prayed that this was indeed Bob and reminded himself not to walk too fast.

[Soriams]

Bob stumbles backwards away from Jordan when he blurts out about another autograph. Giving him a thoroughly indignant look he yells after him: "You one sick muther, you know that?!" He hiccups again and takes a stumbling step after him while he continues to mumble to himself. "Lookin' for a brother's jersey from Chicago in NYC and wanting a white man to sign his a**..." He follows him a bit further, then calls out to him again. "Yo, white man! Dis Bobby will sign your a** or anything else you want. My ink is just as good as any Jordan or Alec, right?" Catching up to him, he speaks a bit quieter. "I'sa just tryin' to get to the River but got lost... Common, help an old Bobby out!"