The time is 8:30, outside Dales window planes fly overheard, couples argue and cars engines roar through the streets. Above the hussle and bussle of the streets is a hotel called "Marties" its always filled with interesting people and in room 148 is a man
He's about 24, he's a peculiar but hot headed guy who isn't always really there, hes a troubled man. By day he works in a office, makes a good wage has no family to speak of, a couple of friends a regular Joe for the most part, but when the night moves in his state of mind changes its as if he becomes a different person if you knew him well enough you'd swear his whole aura turns a shade of grey.
Dale moves his hand from the window overlooking the city and turns to his bead, he picks up his jacket and phone and heads out. He walks into the elevator and is greeted by a guy who must live on the same floor, hes talking extremely obnoxiously on his phone to some guy who must be from his work, he's wearing a two piece suit with his black hair slicked back, he's also got a face you just want to punch.
Dale taps the button for the floor and the elevators stutters and then begins its decent. By now this guy in the suit is practically shouting at the guy on the phone turns out he's talking to a restraint down town " I swear if I don't have a table for 10'o clock you want hear the end of this I have powerful friends you know?" The way he draws out the powerful is unbearable. Dale turns his head to the guy and shakes his head
-he grabs and twists his arm round his back in a flash he twists his hand in a clockwise fashion and he drops the phone and the man is pushed in to the wall-
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AdventureDale thinks hes the man men want to be, when really he was a fat 20 year old from Colorado who's days were spent playing world of Warcraft and collecting $50 samurai swords
