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Ole crey was tearing up them z,ss up when of all a sudden he snapped out of it. He hated that but at the same time in the long run his kickass senses had saved his life more than a couple of times. So he would haul his muscular frame to an upright position so he could just kind of listen a slight bit of air from somewhere he would feel more than likely the vents in his room then nada. But he still couldn't help but just sit there and listen.

TheImpossibleOne, Crey figured he would kind of start seeing what he could find out about the tenants you could say he was ear hustling even if you wanted. The vents in the building along with other various methods would bring a myriad of sounds to him which he would sort out. Business things he would note and of course he also listened for other tell tale signs of possible threats ect. Signed the impossible one.

The Impossible One, At first he thought he heard someone call out from the hall then he realized that he was in between actually falling asleep, so he somehow manage to defeat the sleepiness as he came out if it though he would spin and fall to the floor only to catch his self with those hewn looking hands of his. As his muscular form would take to lifting up his first thought as usual was to double check himself. So he would take to a pose much like a detective near his door naturally his gun was close to his door hanging a certain way. And his sidearm he kept with him as he slept. Signed The Impossible One.

The impossible one, His thoughts often weren't the norm being new to this amazing place called torn. I know cliche right? Maybe it is maybe it ain't. To him there was a lot of wonder in what alot we're calling the dump or sesspool of being. He had his apartment and hadn't really met any of the other tenants but that would change eventually. Signed the impossible One.

Brute...that was the last thing the man remembered anyone calling him that resembled something of a conversation...the spire he started to call the place he stayed still seemed a little unreal to him. He used the highest floor for home, for safety. -You ever feel like you've been misplaced mayhaps like time itself stowed you away- his gaze would be cast upon the city setting like a cliche like the hero that was within was calling his name.

Ole crey was tearing up them z,ss up when of all a sudden he snapped out of it. He hated that but at the same time in the long run his kickass senses had saved his life more than a couple of times. So he would haul his muscular frame to an upright position so he could just kind of listen a slight bit of air from somewhere he would feel more than likely the vents in his room then nada. But he still couldn't help but just sit there and listen.

TheImpossibleOne, Crey figured he would kind of start seeing what he could find out about the tenants you could say he was ear hustling even if you wanted. The vents in the building along with other various methods would bring a myriad of sounds to him which he would sort out. Business things he would note and of course he also listened for other tell tale signs of possible threats ect. Signed the impossible one.

The Impossible One, At first he thought he heard someone call out from the hall then he realized that he was in between actually falling asleep, so he somehow manage to defeat the sleepiness as he came out if it though he would spin and fall to the floor only to catch his self with those hewn looking hands of his. As his muscular form would take to lifting up his first thought as usual was to double check himself. So he would take to a pose much like a detective near his door naturally his gun was close to his door hanging a certain way. And his sidearm he kept with him as he slept. Signed The Impossible One.

The impossible one, His thoughts often weren't the norm being new to this amazing place called torn. I know cliche right? Maybe it is maybe it ain't. To him there was a lot of wonder in what alot we're calling the dump or sesspool of being. He had his apartment and hadn't really met any of the other tenants but that would change eventually. Signed the impossible One.

Brute...that was the last thing the man remembered anyone calling him that resembled something of a conversation...the spire he started to call the place he stayed still seemed a little unreal to him. He used the highest floor for home, for safety. -You ever feel like you've been misplaced mayhaps like time itself stowed you away- his gaze would be cast upon the city setting like a cliche like the hero that was within was calling his name.