[center][h2][color=Yellow]Crummy Apartment[/color][/h2][/center]
Regus woke up staring at the ceiling as most people did. He hadn't woken for any particular reason. Shutters were closed, no alarm clock, no noisy neighbor in the building breaking something. He didn't have to do anything today. The bank he robbed a few days ago had given him plenty of money. Regus could literally sit around doing nothing for who knows how long and be fine. What an odd thought. He didn't have school, parents to order him around, worse a gang to beat on him, or a job to go to.

No life to worry about at all. Regus sat up a little and lazily clawed for the remote on the nightstand next to his bed with his still slightly gimp left arm and turned on the television, watching the news for a bit, then idly flipping through the channels. In his other hand he held a small rock he'd picked up, squishing it and reforming it like it was play-dough. Maybe some people thought there was more to life than this but right now the gig looked pretty nice. Life was good. Not great, just good.