[color=0072bc][h1][center]Belial Rothford [/center][/h1][/color]

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Waking up in his large and messy bed, Looking over to his right seeing a nun and a female midget dressed as the pope. To his left he could see a Maoi tribesman and a fat nerdy fellow. Slowly getting out of bed making sure not to wake anyone, As he didn't want to deal with them going for the pack of cigarettes on top of his dresser.Finding some boxer shorts for him to wear heading to the balcony of his apartment, Lighting up his cigarette and trying to remember what he did last night to put him into his predicament. All he could come up with is that he was at a bar drinking a shit ton of screwdriver, Then he must've been really drunk because he does not remember the rest of his night. Never the less he would have to get these people to leave his apartment. Which would be easy for him since he could tell them to fuck off or just use a bit of his magic for them to leave. Running his hand though his bright red hair, Rubbing his upside down crescent moon birthmark. Taking a few deep drags on his cigarette, Letting the nicotine seep into his damaging lungs. Putting out the cancer stick into a ashtray and heading back inside, Waking up all of his sleeping "partners" telling them to leave his apartment. Being quite stern about them leaving him alone insisting they do not say for breakfast or lunch as his drunk self suggested last night. Soon everyone left which made him let out a sigh of relief, Walking over towards the medicine cabinet. 

Pouring himself a glass of water and taking two aspirin pills down his throat, Drinking the water and taking a moment for the painkillers to kick in. Afterwards he got dressed in his janitor outfit seeing on his watch he still had time, He thanked god or whoever since he would not get another yelling at by his boss. A fat woman named Bertha who was a mean bitch to say the least, Taking a quick shot of rum before heading out locking his apartment door. Once he got at work luckily for him he was about 6 mins early, So he had sometime to prepare for his day. He had quickly gone before with his lunch, Consisting of a sub sandwich with french fries and a diet coke. Putting it in the fridge and beginning work. The little shits of the school he had been cleaning for a couple of years were quite unruly today, Wiping up blood form what he assumed was a brutal fight, Unclogging a toilet filled with diarrhea, blood, piss and what he thought was semen. Getting hit by piss condom balloons by some of the bullies of the school, And being harassed being called a "Pedo" or "Scizo" by the chatty rich popular girls of the school. He ignored it for the most part wanting to keep his job since he did not have the money of his parents, And he got back at these little shits by spitting or pissing on their food. And most of them eating it and blaming it on the cafeteria staff, So their has been many complains, firing and hiring of new cafeteria staff.

[b]10 Hours Later.[/b]

After work he was always at his favorite bar, The place was called "McDoogal" ran by a tough son of a bitch named David McDoogal. Drinking a Miller High Life beer while watching the football game. It was the New England Patriots vs the New York Giants, He wasn't gonna cheer out right but he was rooting for the Patriots. Looking at his phone he saw a text message on his cheap HTC android phone, It said to go to HQ in a few hours. He didn't know what The Guild would need form him, He thought it would be another spying mission or interrogation which was starting to get on his last nerve. He was wanting to do something exciting, Something to get his blood pumping. But alas it would not happen so he chugged the last of his beer  and paid for his tab. Heading out inside of his 1996 Toyota Camry, Putting on some of his favorite music (Being this [url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vYV-XJdzupY [/url]) While he was driving to The Guild's home base.