Dijon, france. Mustard capital of the WORLD.

Subject: Dijon, france. Mustard capital of the WORLD. Tue Jun 22, 2010 6:28 pm

occ: by the way the holts HATE thid place so I think you should stay away if a holt!

i step off the plane and look around.

I see a kid walk out of a plan."Hiya" I said

i look over at the boy. i wave back shyly.

I walk up to her"Your a Tomas right?"

i smile and nod.

"Good" I said"Robart Laerman" I said"But call me bob" I said holding out my hand.

"how is bob short for robert?" i say not taking his hand. i would be to temping to flip him over my shoulder if i took his hand.

I took back my hand a shuged"I dont know that's just what they call me. And you are?"

"ashton" i say simply.

"Cool" I said"How do you like the diet these people are on?" I asked moiting to the french people.

"well i don't really know considering i just got here" i say. this guy was inching towards a beating.

"Oh right" I could see her inching towards beating me up. I smiled

i look around.

I rubbed my tatto.

i pull out my bandana and tie it around my head so that it covers my mouth.

I see the bandna"Let me gusse. Nija?"

i look at him. "and why would you care" i say my voice muffled by the bandana.

"Oh... because were related.... and I dont like Nigas that much."

i snort. "you'll love them when your tied up in a corner in a dark room" i say and laugh.

I smile"I'll trust you with that one" I said

i smile even though he couldn't see it.

"So what can you do?" I asked

"most styles of fighting and some that haven't even been show to people becuase they can kill with on hit" i say

"NIce I just have basic stuff" I said" But I have a good mind off strigy" I said