[color=red][h1]Kenji Omarsa
11:25 PM
Kenji's Apartment- The Cornerstone[/h1][/color]


Ken awoke with a start. A nightmare. He sighed as he ran his hands down his face and looked over at his clock. 11:25 pm. [i]Great.[/i] He sat up in his small bed and swung his legs to the side. All he was wearing was his boxers and his dog tags. He turned on his lamp and saw his reflection in the mirror on the wall parallel to his bed. Kenji's white hair was a mess, as usual, but even more so with bedhead. His red eyes seem to reflect off the light, giving him a sinister look. His scarred arms were always prominent, but he now saw his other scars too. Across his chest and stomach. One going down the outside of his thigh. The young man sighed and got up and stretched, his hands nearly scraping the ceiling of his bedroom. It was small, his TV and his other belongings barely fit in the room and his closet was jam packed with his clothes and other assorted items.

Kenji left his bedroom and walked to his even smaller bathroom, equipped with just a toilet, a sink, and a shower. He slipped out of his boxers and turned on the shower, waiting a moment for the heat to kick on. Ken slipped into the shower with his dog tags on.

He wears them everywhere.

After showering and brushing his teeth, Ken walked into the living room of his apartment, which was slightly bigger than his bathroom and bedroom combined. He pulled out his gun case from under his bed and set on the coffee table. It was one of the only weapons he was allowed to use on the job, though he had a shotgun in his closet for emergencies. Plus his knife. Kenji opened the case, revealing his 1911 Operator with a wooden finish. Widely considered one of the greatest handguns ever made and Ken was no exception. Kenji walked over to his CD player and picked out a CD from his large collection and slid it into the player, returning to his position in front of the coffee table.

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=quBCjo2rUZg[/youtube]

 He quickly dismantled it and began to clean each part, the motions drilled into him from thousands of repetitions of the action. Kenji smiled as he finished cleaning and assembling his weapon. "Ah, Geddy Lee, you are my muse." he said to himself, placing the gun back in the case and closing it, returning it under his bed. He had the day off, which rarely happened. He got dressed, wearing a simple snug green T-shirt with a belt and blue jeans. His scars and tattoo would be clearly visible. He grabbed his keys and headed outside. Ken left the building and saw his baby in the parking lot, a blue and white Harley-Davidson Sportster. Ken mounted her, placing the key in and revving the engine. He kicked back the kickstand and ripped on the throttle speeding out of the parking lot and onto the open road. He decided he would stop by the cornerstone, he wasn't much for drinking, but he had nowhere else to hang out. 

About 10 minutes later, Ken rolled into the Cornerstone parking lot, turning off the sportster and pocketing the keys, he headed inside. It was fairly populated, the room was dim and cool and blues played in the background out of the jukebox. 

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wVjdMLAMbM0[/youtube]

The strewn about patrons kept to themselves as Kenji approached the bar and pulled up a stool next to a surly looking man, the bartender looked at Ken and did a double take as he noticed Kenji's red eyes. "Cigar, please, California Sunlight." The bartender nodded and disappeared into the backroom for a moment, before coming out with a box of cigars and placing it between the two men. Ken handed him $30 and opened the box, pulling out his own cigar clipper and snapping off the top of the cigar. He glanced at the man next to him and said "Help yourself, on me." Kenji then lit the cigar and begin to puff on it, closing his eyes while listening to Stevie's soulful playing.

[@Dynamo Frokane]