[center][h2][color=009966]Joseph 'Tank' Cooper[/color][/h2][/center]
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Tank made it to the bottom of the building, and let out a sigh as he stood at the doorway. Not out of exasperation of his job or if he was suddenly questioning the rhyme or reason for things. He was just bored and still kind of hungry. He dismissed the idea of going out for now. He'd probably go tomorrow and take in some sun as he did it. For now though, he spotted a few extra burgers abandoned on a table relatively close to the crime scene. "[color=009966]Who says crime doesn't pay?[/color]" he said to himself, pushing off the side of the doorway and strutting over, giving a nod and a smile to all who knew him before casually grabbing the food and heading off to his apartment. He'd begun eating before he'd even got back. 

A few minutes later, Tank unlocked his door and headed in his place, kicking his chair out of the way of his walking path before setting down his food and locking the door behind him. He did his normal routine from there onward, which included push ups, sit ups, a shower, and then writing down in his journal everything he witnessed that day as he ate and listened to Jazz. He had a few pages made ready for the crime, but he spent the most time on his other journal section. A page for each member of his apartment mates, jotting down every little thing he not only noticed, but was assumed and hinted at. He didn't make it asleep until the early hours of the morning. It didn't matter though. He had another free day coming up.