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[i]Titan Tower, San Francisco[/i]
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The sun was bright as Roy stepped out into the sun on the rooftop, absorbing the rays. To say the vigilante looked homeless wouldn't be far off... at least he had gotten a clean shower and managed to wash his clothes a few times through over the past few days he had been at the Tower. Roy was wearing ripped up jeans and a grease-stained white tank top underneath a sleeveless red hoodie. His sunglasses reflected red, and his Justice League novelty baseball cap was on backwards (as always) to reveal a small tuft of red hair. The archer was carrying with him his utility toolset and a quiver of his arrows as he strolled up along the rooftop a moment, admiring the view and amenities. Sure beat living out of a van down by the river for the past few months.

Roy noticed the other two souls on the rooftop in a nearby cabana, and figured it was time he said hello. Roy wasn't exactly a fan of spending too much time by himself. It lead to a few poor decisions that he was still making up for. As the teen neared the Cabana, he rubbed the chip in his pocket for good luck. [i]286 days...[/i]

Roy, without any warning and by making practically no noise (thanks Ollie), plopped onto the couch and looked over at the other two teens. His eyes glanced over the blonde, raising an eyebrow in slight admiration. [i]Blondes have never exactly been my type[/i]. From behind his shades Roy also caught a glimpse of the sharp-dressed man making his way to the bar. [i]And a prep. Dick sure knew how to pick 'em[/i]. Roy stretched out his arms after dropping his belt and quiver next to the couch before finally addressing his two soon-to-be teammates. "[color=ed1c24]Hey, if you could grab me one of those juices that comes in a plastic barrel, that would be great. I'm parched.[/color]"