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Billy slung a duffel bag, filled to the brim with whatever items he'd either forgot or didn't have enough space to bring on his first move over to the Watchtower. When the option was given to him to say either stay in his regular old flat or get his own room in the Watchtower, he couldn't understand why they would think he'd want to stay in his dingy old flat. Sure, he'd had a good few memories in the place, but with the chance to actually get a glimpse of one of the heroes that had inspired him in his youth then he could hardly say no. 

He made his way through the busy Metropolis Street, duffel bag on shoulder as he turned through the door of [i]Gino's Pizza[/i]. He was met with what he expected, slight malice, slight sadness, and a whole lot of sass.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Mr. Bigshot going to do his degree in [i]English[/i]" Mocked Gino, adding extra emphasis to speak the last word in a stupid voice.
[color=MediumTurquoise]"Hey, Mr. Gino, just handing in my resignation fo-"[/color]
"It's MISTER RUSSO ya ingrate, how many times do I gotta tell ya?!"
[color=MediumTurquoise]"Sorry Mr. Russo, s'pose you won't need to lecture me on that any more huh?"[/color] His last comment was followed by a bit of awkward silence.
"I'm gonna miss ya, you big lug" Replied Gino, pulling Billy in to a firm handshake.
[color=MediumTurquoise]"I'll miss you too, Mr. Russo"[/color] With a nod Billy turned to leave the store, breathing in the less than fresh Metropolitan air as he left.

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About a half hour or so later and Billy arrived at the Watchtower. He had the option of just [i]Shazaming[/i] and flying there, or even contacting someone and getting teleported, but he felt the drive through Metropolis would be a good way of signifying the end of his old life and the start of his new. It was kind of cool to see all the people milling about their daily lives, and even cooler to think he'd never have to deliver a pizza ever again. As much fun it was eating the pizza's that got prank delivered, the occasional bargain-hungry old coot yelling at him really began to annoy after a while.

He breathed in, he'd been with the League for a week, but still had nerves every time he walked through the doors to the Watchtower. A quick elevator ride and he was only a few steps from his room. Sure it was a tad smaller than the room he had in his flat, but in this room he had a computer, a computer on which he could watch kitten compilations.

He finished unpacking the rest of his stuff, mostly clothes and other miscellaneous objects like CD's or DVD's before he took a look around his new room, standing hands on hips like a craftsman who'd just finished raising a barn. It wasn't pretty by any means, and it was rather messy already, but it was home now.

He made his way out to join the rest of the team, who were eagerly awaiting Champion's latest dish. Billy couldn't lie, he didn't know the guy all too well yet, but he sure could cook.
[color=MediumTurquoise]"Hey gang, what's cooking?[/color] He asked, hanging his jacket over a seat at the dining table and sitting down.

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