[center][h1][b][color=orange]Vincent Ryder[/color][/b][/h1]
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Vincent arched an eyebrow at the...drawing on the whiteboard. It wasn't his first time seeing Erik's "artistic skill" in action, but like before, it left him with more questions than answers. He leaned forward to get a better look at it as he tried to figure out who was whom amongst the stick figures. He pointed at the one that looked like it had balled fists and asked, [color=orange]"Why do I look...angry? I don't think I'm an angry person...Well, [i]that[/i] angry, at least."[/color]

Vincent's focus on the drawing was pulled away as a sudden, loud sound suddenly split the air and filled the Crow's Nest. He didn't remember much, but that sound put him on alert as easily as if it had simply flipped a switch. An alarm. He thought about why an alarm would blare out like that. Fire? [color=orange][i]I don't smell any smoke.[/i][/color] Was he asleep and his alarm was cutting into his dream? [color=orange][i]I'm awake, though...At least, I'm pretty sure I am...[/i][/color] Was Poppy cooking, again? [color=orange][i]No, still no smoke.[/i][/color] Then, it suddenly hit him.

An intruder.

He grinned. Did the Lost find them? Or maybe it was a group of thieves looking to get their hands on whatever food or blood beads they had. Or...[color=orange][i]No...not my comics![/i][/color] He shook his head. He didn't care what they might be after. This was his home, now, and he was going to defend it and everyone in it with everything he had. He sprinted out of the Great Room and made a beeline for the heavy metal door that sealed the front entrance. In true Vincent fashion, he didn't stop to think and threw his fist at the door. A loud [i]thud[/i] sounded out followed shortly by a yelp of pain. [color=orange]"Who the hell makes a door you can't break down?!"[/color] he yelled.

He looked around for another quick exit. As far as he was concerned, there wasn't any time to waste opening the door. His eyes settled on one of the windows flanking the door and he took a few steps back. After he gained some distance, but before he could be stopped, he sprinted forward and leapt through the window, his arms crossed in front of his face. Shards of multicolored glass flew out with him as he crashed through the beautiful stained glass, surely making any surviving historians around the world weep with grief. When he landed, he skidded down the road before stopping a few feet behind the new arrival. He straightened up, looked around for any thieves or Lost, then turned, ready brawl, only to meet eyes with a rather disheveled individual.

Vincent took a moment to take in the person's appearance and, when he decided they weren't much of a threat, he sighed, his shoulders visibly sagging with disappointment when he realized he wasn't going to have any fun. Seemingly unaware of the shards of glass in his forearms, Vincent asked, [color=orange]"So, who are you and why're you here?"[/color] He sniffed the air and added, [color=orange]"You need a bath."[/color]