[center]Ryan Alon: Ryan's House[/center]

Ryan sighed as he put up his military poster. He tried to center it again, but it was always tileted slightly to the left. If his dad ever saw his room he would probably be pissed. Luckily for him, he lived with his mom now. His mom who was never at home. His mom who barely remembered he existed. Hell, the only reason his parents fought over him was so that the other couldn't have him.

"I fucking hate this town. I fucking hate this house. I fucking hate everything." He kicked a lamp over and watched it shatter. He sighed once more. Clean up time again. This is the third thing he's broken this week alone. He made himself some food as he looked up the nearest furniture store. He was going to have to get that stuff replaced before his mom got back from her business trip. When was she getting back anyways? A month. She's getting back in a month. "I fucking hate life." He cleaned up his latest mess and walked outside to the shopping district.

[center]Ryan Alon: Warakuma Shopping Complex[/center]

Ryan was buying a new lamp with his credit card his mom gave him when he felt his head hurt all of a sudden. He turned around and scowled at the source of his headache. Some new shitty band was being loud. Along with their crowns of adoring fans. It made his head hurt. He turned back to the store he was headed to and grimaced. He had no idea where he was. He growled and kicked a nearby trash can. It rocked a little but didn't fall over. He looked around and saw a few people staring. What the hell, everyone knows that if you stare at a weirdo then you're even weirder. He put on a smile and waved. "Sorry about that. I tripped." They turned away and continued their business. He looked at his phone to check where he was and shook his head. He made a wrong turn a couple of blocks back.

"Fucking weirdos." He mumbled under his breath as he walked into the furniture store. He bought a lamp and told them to have it delivered to his house. They thought nothing of it and continued their day. Ryan walked out of the store and some tall girl (Taller than him anyways) kicked him over. It's worse than New York around here! He shook his head and cleared the cobwebs out. "God damn that hurt." He muttered to himself.