[center][color=orange][b][h1]Vincent Ryder[/h1][/b][/color][/center]
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[i]Bam!

Bam! Bam!

Bam!

Bam, bam, bam![/i]

The impacts, dulled by the closed door, sounded out into the main hall of the Crow's Nest, audible to anyone who happened to walk past. Inside, Vincent's fists slammed into the worn leather of his punching bag as he got his morning workout in. He was a recent addition to the group, having joined up just the day before, yet he had been quick to make himself at home, which would be obvious to anyone who saw the pile of clothes that had already somehow accumulated in the corner. The thought of being part of a team was still weird to him, but if it gave him a decent bed and a roof over his head, he'd work with the Lost if he had to.

It was during a break in his workout that he heard the gathering call. [color=orange]"Well, first day and it looks like I'm already gonna get some action,"[/color] he mused. He quickly cleaned himself and threw on one of his cleaner shirts, a black sleeveless shirt, before he stepped out of his room. Given that he still had yet to get his bearings, he watched as some of his new comrades headed toward the rear of the building and followed suit. When he entered the room, he listened to Erik's explanation of what their job was, then looked up at the towering telescope when he heard Lys invite those interested to take a look. Eager to see what they (read: he) was up against, Vincent walked over and looked through the eyepiece. When he saw the Lost horde, he let out a low whistle and grinned.

[color=orange]"Yeah, I've got a question,"[/color] he replied as he lifted his eye away from the telescope. He leaned against it, his tattooed right arm resting against the cold metal, and asked, [color=orange]"When do we head out? I'm excited to knock some Lost heads together!"[/color]