Tank opened his eyes slightly, gazing around his cramped apartment without moving a muscle. As soon as he had moved here, he knew it would be a bit less roomy than his last place. Apartment sizes were often larger with numbers, and they got progressively smaller the more reliant on letters they were. Apartment A's were usually shitty basement apartments, private restroom optional. When he was sure that no one was in here with him, he leaped out of the bed. He scratched his unkempt hair and groaned, using his free hand to turn the TV on. His big toe touched the power button to his 360, and suddenly it zoomed onto the screen. He clicked 3 buttons, and his playlist came on. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hc93qiIHe60]Touch, Peel, and Stand[/url] suddenly popped up, and he headed towards the bathroom, passing by one of his [url=https://67.media.tumblr.com/fa737a6edeb5758cd937dc9728b3363f/tumblr_o7d68cHwTp1sx8o26o1_1280.png]posters.[/url] His shower was quick, and luckily it didn't seem to be full of shit. Couldn't say the same for the people in the city, he told himself. He put on his pants, and buttoned up his shirt before he took a look outside. Two white males working. He recognized them from his daily scope outs. Not hard to figure out. One seemed to have a significant other, the lankier one. He'd meet them later at the block party. He had the time, after all. He didn't need to go into the precinct yet. Not for another few weeks. They gave him some time to get accustomed to the move and the city. Took him about 3 days for both, but he wasn't about to complain. He put his effects in his pockets. He checked to see his pistol was full, and placed it into easy reach on his person, grip poking into the small of his back from within his shirt. His switch blade was in his sock. "[color=009966]Time to start trouble[/color]." he said to himself, opening the door and sliding out. He needed food, and decided he'd go out and get some.