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A sharp string of white smoke rose up to meet the clouded ceiling.
After one last deep breath the last cigarette fell to the ash tray in slow motion.
Spread out on a large old leather arm chair and giving up another attempt at rest, Hale sighed deep.
A crack in the dark curtains let in a piercing beam of moonlight, stinging his tired eyes. A police siren in the distance managed to overcome the sounds of a city that never sleeps.

Rolling from the chair and slowly getting up hale slouched over to his desk to flip the switch next to the large retro microphone. His hand met a candy bar on it's way there and swiftly brought it up to his mouth to take a bite. Hale hesitated, smelled, then threw the thing in the trash with an unsatisfied groan. 

The moment he flipped the large silver switch he changed, he took larger breaths, stood more erect and confident, smiled.
[b]"Good evening my lovely fellow insomniacs. Autumn signing in."[/b]
His voice was a calm whisper, the mod in the microphone heightened the pitch and added a small reverb, resulting in a most eerie sound. One most listeners would recognize right away.
[b]"It's been 13 days and 7 hours since I last closed by eyes for longer than a few minutes... Let's do another night on the town again."[/b]
With that he pulled the marble mask of the wall and secured it tightly on his head, he put the felt jacket on and stepped outside.
For a moment he checked his stuff; hammer, lighter, mask... pretty sure he was forgetting something.
It probably didn't matter.
With the heat he'd probably regret bringing the jacket, but the hammer would draw needless attention otherwise, the mask was bad enough.
Not like all that really mattered either.