OOC: Alright guys lets have some fun here
Vincent sat at the table anxious, waiting for the other candidates to enter the room, if there were any, of course. He was sitting at one end of a long table in a breifing room, opposite where the display was. The room was like that of a corporate meeting room, big, swivel chairs with nice padding. Two small lights hung from the cieling, dimmed and giving off a golden light on baige walls with magenta trimmings. The table was red oak with a glassy glaze finish.
Vincent's team sat on the sides of the table nearby, two to Vincent's left, one to his right. Colonel James Carmon and his little brother Luietenant Frank Carmon sat to Vincent's left, discussing the opperation. James Carmon was a seasoned man, not exactly "old" but not exactly "young" either. His hair was black and well-kempt. His face was somewhat dim with a hint of tiredness thrown in. His eyes had small bags underneath them that had been permanently written there from long childhood nights. His eyes were a dark green, little strips of black branding randomly through his iris', just visible enough to make his eyes seem even darker. He wore a tan trench coat over a white short-sleeve t-shirt. His pants were just normal jeans of blue, slightly worn around the knees and ankles, making them a little white. He sat turned to his left, facing his younger brother with his right elbow on the table, his chin and cheek being held up by it when he wasnt talking.
Frank Carmon was a little younger than his older brother, and obviously less experienced. He was a bit of a jokester but could be serious when it was called for. His hair was blonde, making his eyes blue. The iris' of his eyes were about the same as James', written with incredibly thin black strips, making his eyes seem of a darker shade. His face was bright and outgoing. He wore a vest of jade green over a black long sheet t-shirt. He wore baggy dark green pants. Around his neck hung a chain necklace. He his completely toward his older brother, leaning forward, his right arm laying straight across his open legs, his left elbow resting on the upward facing palm of his left hand. He rest his chin on the bottom of his left palm when he wasn't speaking.
To his right sat Major Sammantha Curns, studying some papers on weaponry. She wore a white lab coat with a scaralet women's dress underneath. Her hair was red-orange, the sheen from the light making it look white where the light would hit, and hung freely. She wore red glasses which were of a small frame and that complimented her green eyes. She was slim and fairly attractive, or at least Vincent thought so, but maybe a little too formal looking. She had two gold bracelets around her right wrist, a golden chain hanging from her neck. She tapped a pen against the table top, causing the bracelets to clang against the top of the red oak table.
Vincent looked down to the other end of the table to see Otacon standing and pressing buttons on the display, bringing up map screens then minimizing them, his white lab coat flowing behind him every time he moved.
Vincent sat silently, his elbows on the table top, his hands crossed with his nose resting just ontop of his folded hands, waiting for the other candidates to enter the room....