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[i][u]Location: Basement

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[u]Interacting With:[/u] Everyone [/i][/center]
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"I'm feeling pretty good Frank, sweet of you to ask." [/color] Raylan shot back in a flat monotone. [color=a0410d] "It was a gutter by the way, I woke up in gutter. You can't get drunk enough to find a ditch in this town. I've tried." [/color] Raylan said before taking a drink of his coffee.  Raylan turned to others  and raised his cup in a half hearted salute that he didn't mean. [color=a0410d] "Morning."[/color] He said flatly before scanning the room and getting a good look at everyone. He knew a few of them. Even after a year, he still didn't know there names. He just made up nickname for people on the fly. It was easier for Raylan to remember. He didn't see the point of learning their names if he was gonna get tossed out. He didn't know how he had lasted this long.

Cowboy, he was a speedster or really quick... Or something like that. Raylan never had an issue with him that he could remember. Cowboy always seemed like a steady hand, old faithful as it where. Raylan often wondered if it was Cowboy who helped keep him around. Somebody had to have, Raylan had already caused too much trouble. 

Halitosis Lu, who had some inane code name about his breath. Raylan didn't think ever said that to him but he didn't remember or care. Lu wasn't a bad guy by any stretch of the imagination, but Raylan could never understood how he could be so... Outgoing. So... Friendly. It was beyond him to understand it. 

Sparks. The electric girl. She was about as moody as it gets, something to do with her powers. Still she had a power worth having. If Raylan had to a pick second power, it would hers. She seemed the decent sort. 

There was Wings. She had a codename that Raylan never could comit to memory, something to do with the weather. Even Raylan had to admit, her wings were a thing of beauty, and so was she. She... Shy? Was that the word? Insecure? Either way Raylan couldn't remember getting sideways with her. [color=a0410d]"Feathers look nice today Wings." [/color] If the truth were told, it sounded too dry and monotone for comfort. It would have been easy to mistake it for an insult. 

Raylan didn't dislike any of them. He might even like of them. But Raylan being Raylan, it probably never showed. There were others, others he didn't know. His guess  was they were the new kids on the block. The right thing to do would be to shake each of their hands and greet them the best he could, offer than help and wish all the success in world. [color=a0410d] "I'm Raylan."[/color]  Those were  the only words he could muster. Maybe he would say more if he was sober but right now he had bigger things to worry about. 

Something needed to happen. Exhaustion was gonna set in before long if something didn't happen soon.