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[b]Location:[/b] Atlanta
[B]Interactions:[/b] [@Chulance] - Malik Henderson[/center]
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[Color=silver][i]Oh damn… where am.[/i]

"Oh… Make sense."[/color] Michael said as he stared into a blank white emptiness… well except the empty Hennessy bottle on the white floor next to him. The fact that he was just waking up meant he had to have had an interesting night of drinking and traveling. A chuckle escaped him as he stood up to his feet and brushed off his clothes with a confident smile. [Color=silver]"Can't leave this here."[/color] Michael picked the bottle up from the floor and looked around. [Color=silver]"The Transit is empty…"[/color] 

He suddenly appeared in what appeared to be another empty space. This one contained a large gray platform surrounded by several aimlessly floating platforms. On the main platform were rows upon rows of tough boxes and dressers. His eyes scanned the other platforms that held vehicles, furniture, gym equipment, and much more.

[Color=silver]"Yo! Hello! No one? Good!"[/color] Michael rubbed his temple before appearing in a whole new area. An empty wasteland surrounded by a tree line. For this place he looked around a bit quicker before appearing next to a park bench being used by a homeless man as a place to sleep. Michael spotted a few Heineken bottles beneath the bench and smirked [Color=silver]"I guess you had your own turn up too."[/color] Michael said as he placed his Hennessy bottle under the bench and texted his brother.

[I]You got anything for me, today? I can drop that YRN Reparations dude. His music trash, so I might end up doing it anyway[/i]