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[color=sandybrown]LOCATION;[/color] THE TOWER - SILAS' APARTMENT TO THE PARK.
[color=sandybrown]INTERACTIONS;[/color] [@Delta44] - [color=red]ELLIOT REIDER[/color][hr]

[i]Hiss.[/i]
Silas cracked open an energy drink in the comforts of his apartment, he pretty much [i]lived[/i] on energy drinks. The sugar and excessive caffeine in energy drinks was the only thing that kept him awake at times. He could have taken a healthier alternative to becoming caffeinated, [i]like coffee[/i] but why would he do that when he could slowly kill off his body with energy drinks? Plus, he loved the fruity flavors, they were much more appealing then the bitterness of coffee.

His fridge was stocked with at least three cases of whatever energy drink that he liked that week. This week it was Rockstar, next week it would probably be something just as sickening. The rest of the fridge consisted of vegetable pallets and premade sandwiches that could be found at gas stations. There were also an unnerving amount of varied sweets, he liked candy and that was apparent.

His apartment was entirely bland, there wasn't much personalization. The furniture was mostly in neutral tones of brown and beige. The only spot of color in the whole apartment could be found in a painting that he kept above his bed, [url=https://afremov.com/images/product/image_19.jpeg]it portrayed a scene of a couple walking through an unnaturally vibrant park.[/url]

Taking a long swig from his energy drink, he decided to log today's work. It wasn't worth worrying about how empty his apartment was, he had to keep track of this stuff or else he'd forget it.

He kept a journal of the dreams that he viewed and if he [i]interfered[/i] with them. He had picked up dream journaling as a child to cope with his nightmares but now it helped him remember tactics that worked and tactics that [i]didn't work[/i]. It also helped him remember what he'd seen in the dreams he infiltrated. It was alphabetized by person and full of key notes and messy drawings that depicted creatures that he'd created. He sketched a rough drawing of the maggot-centipede monstrosity, then he began to detail the events of the dream.

The journal was full of his fellow heroes and what they dreamt of, as well as being full of villains and what dreams he'd pushed upon them. It was a pretty telling journal, if you had an in depth knowledge of dream symbolism. He tended to put stars by the things that struck him as odd or interesting. When he'd finished his entry for the Zookeeper, he shut it and tucked it away from sight.

If any person were to go in his apartment, they'd probably not find it unless they were a particularly good sleuth. He took another long sip of his energy drink before deciding to head out to the park and breathe in the fresh air. When he arrived, he noticed that their latest hero seemed to be sitting on her own. He wasn't opposed to making her feel at home and she always seemed like she wanted to say something to him, so he stepped closer.

"[color=sandybrown]Hey, Elliot,[/color]" he greeted her, "[color=sandybrown]How are you settling in?[/color]"

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