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The door opens in the first lights of the morning, revealing a long shadow across the floor. He slipped in then, that guy. Some knew him by reputations, others by name. It was rare that no one knew him though. He stepped in, dressed in his latest fashion statement, a unique look all his own, but that LBF tag was awfully suspicious.

Wearing shades over a headband that already must have made it impossible to see, he had to either be blind or really like the dark. His shirt was loose, and buttoned up the front, black as had been his shadow. His pants had dirty gray stripes across them, alternating black and gray as one's view descended. His shoes were black, and around one wrist was a silver watch. Around his neck, studded with metal rivets, was a collar, why he wore it, no one could say, but he wouldn't take it off, ever. Through his sickly yellow hair exuded a pair of fox ears, a trade mark of the man.

He walked up to the bar, sitting at a stool and glancing through the various bottles and refreshments. Only his head moved as he scanned the shelves behind the bar, his eyes still hidden in those dark shades. With a smile his view fell upon a green bottle, made of recyclable plastic.

"A Mountain Dew, biggest you've got." Something many noticed, when alcohol or caffiene were both available, he went first for the caffiene. As the bartender set the two liter bottle on the counter and gave the price. Reaching into a pocket the newcomer pulled out two American bills.

"Two bucks? Damn you people must make a killing..." He laughed as he popped the seal and took a swig of that yellow lifeblood. He seemed to be ignoring the fact that there were flames not ten feet from him, as if fire wasn't something to fear, or death maybe.

For those who recognized him, the shock was apparent. That's right, Punk Fox had entered the building.

Ok I am back H8B2K11 says and ready to help fixed the hole. H8B2K11 has a big bandage on his hand and on his back but besides that he is ok.

Somehow in the fall the Fox managed to keep the Dew from tipping and spilling. After a moment of extracting himself he grinned. "Hey. Thirsty?" He waved the bottle a bit, and glanced around the rest of the bar.

"Bit of disrepair?" He chuckled and swigged the bottle again. "So, anything goes? Possession by random fictional characters included?" There was a twinkle under the shades, something almost sinister.

I need a couple of drinks first When sober I am scared of hights so I have to get drunk so I can go up high. *takes two shots of wiskey a shot of scotch and 3 beers.

Now that I am drunk I can fix the hole if I can find it keeps moving *stay still stupid hole*.

ninja ummmm well, ya see, micha. i just thought an elevator would... u know.... eek i mean, i didn't do it! really! ninja

H8B2K11 finally catches the hole and patches it up then realize that he used hisself (Owww) undoes himself then gets wood and nails to fix hole not drunk anymore oh well fixes hole and then goes to the elevator to go to the basement to get the heavy liquore and comes back up and says party over here.

H8B2K11 says I dont care how much you drink just leave me some maybe 6 glasses of vodka and maybe some tequila.