<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/oq1iHvG.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ezekiel 'Zeke' Reyes<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living Quarters<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open?<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>This is what he gets for staying up for 10 hours on that raid boss...<br/><hr/><br/><em>"We've got it below 15%! Keep burning it's HP down, then prepare to tank the 10% nuke!" Zeke called out, organizing twenty-three other players in assaulting one of the most powerful bosses in the game. It was going to be a guild collective effort once they pulled this off. Little by little it's HP dropped, until the indicated time was upon them. They'd studied the patterns and prepared for this moment. As soon as the attack was fired off, their tanks popped all their defensive and mitigation effects to shield the entirety of the group, and soon it was a home free battle.<br/><br/>Or so they thought, but the last 10% were going to be the hardest yet... The first thing that caught them by surprise was the boss shielding itself while summoning née and powerful adds. "W-what? We weren't ready for... Ugh, get the DPSers ready! One tank to each direction, two healers, and the rest as DPS! We're going to win this goddamn battle and go down in history as the first guild to kick it's ass!" Zeke exclaimed, to a chorus of his friends shouting in agreement. However, little by little the scene seemed to grow hazy, before the picture vanished.</em><br/><br/>"Ugh, if that douchebag is messing with the connection..." Ezekiel mumbled, eyes slowly opening. Thought they remained half-lidded, his arms went out to his sides to stretch, before the lids opened wider to allow him to take in his room...<br/><br/>Except it wasn't his room.<br/><br/>"The hell? I know I was tired, but not<em>that</em>tired... Whose room is this?" he grumbled in annoyance. His model kits weren't around, his collection of DVDs, wallpapers of anime idols, small statuettes of sometimes underdressed and provocatively-posed ladies... Hell, this room was almost Spartan-like! Worse yet, there was no computer! What the hell kind of third-world room was he inside of!?<br/><br/>Looking to the window nearby, he peered outside and realized... Things were VERY different. This was not a place he was familiar with in the slightest... Of course, he couldn't see it very well either. Why wa- Oh right, his glasses! Looking around, he saw them resting beneath the lamp... Considering he wasn't in his room anymore, he half-expected not to find them at all. Nevertheless, he moved towards the glasses and slipped them on, becoming aware of the fact the room door was open nearby... Okay, that was a little creepy. He would have never slept with his room door opened, or even unlocked for that matter.<br/><br/>Moving to the opened door, he peered at it for a moment, before pushing it open and taking a peek outside... Long hall, for sure, and there seemed to be other doors nearby, all opened like his was. "Seriously, no computers, no privacy... What is this, jail?" Ezekiel grumbled, stepping out into the hallway, completely unaware of the fact someone else was present there...