<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/81/NilsPortrait.png)<br/></div>Name: Nils Adler<br/>Age: 20<br/>Sex: Male<br/>Status: Wondering "WTF"<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Nils backed out of the bathroom, drying his hands with some paper towels, whistling and bobbing his head along with the song pouring out of headphones. Balling up the towel, he tossed the makeshift basketball into the trash can within the restroom, smiling to himself and marking an imaginary three points on an imaginary board as the ball fell into the trash bag. He spun the rest of the way out of the lavatory on his heel and walked out into the store, still lost in his own little world.<br/><br/>He half walked, half danced his way down the aisle towards the beverage coolers, opened the door and grabbed a refreshing Coca-Cola. Turning around he made his way towards the register. He tilted his head slightly, finding it odd that someone had decided the lay down in the middle of the store. Undeterred, Nils simply stepped over them and continued up to the teller. Still engrossed in his song, Nils placed the Coke and then grabbed the counter quickly, suddenly having to stop himself from slipping.<br/><br/>Confused, Nils looked down at his feet to find out what he had slipped in. He stood there, the gears in his head turning, as he stared down at a slowly growing pool of dark red, almost black, liquid. His eyes slowly moved towards the source, freezing at the motionless body on the floor. His eyes flicked up to the cashier. The scrawny man stood there, glassy eyed, pointing towards the door. Nodding to the man, it was all Nils could do to walk calmly to the door and open it, before hauling ass thru it towards and into the car, losing a shoe in the process. Relieved to find everyone inside, but looking at Bastion and practically yelling, "Why the FUCK are we still sitting here?!"