<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/52/fe/72/52fe72d2e137fac82fdab79ce7de49ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><em>Kyler Bishop</em>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=216507.0)<br/><strong>Inventory:</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Gear</div><div class="spoiler_body">Basic Items on self, Wallet, Watch, Nail Necklace from grandmother<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em> Bishop Books (My book Store) </em><br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong><em> About 7A.M. </em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><em> Leslie </em><br/><hr/><br/>He stood in the back of the store, a hand bracing a wall rack as head still throbbed.  Realization hit that he should honestly stop drinking, it always caught up with him when he least wanted it to. Slowly he gained his footing, and after rubbing his eyes slowly, he removed the alcohol stained shirt tossing it on the shelf.  The cool air of the back room played over his skin, relaxing him as his scars seemed to always be on fire.  The chill subtly brought him back to his senses as he reached out for his other shirt.  In the midst of changing, soft and delicate foot steps echoed from his right.  His green eyes focused on the biracial girl who just entered. Her words echoed as she slipped into the back room, she seemed subtly bubbly until her eyes focused on him.<br/><br/>Caught shirtless, he half turn from his pretty young employee.  He didn't mind being caught shirtless but the scars, his horrid burns that reminded him of his failures, he didn't want those seen.  His jaw clenched as he slipped the new t-shirt on.<br/><br/>"Today will most likely be slow" he mumbled to her as she began to walk away.  He took a few moments to straighten up before he also turned and began to walk into the front of the store.  As he hit the doorway dividing the back room and the main store, he swore an earth quake hit.  Books flew as shelves toppled over.  The loud sound of glass crunching was the first sign of the havoc as he saw the yellow sports car slice through the building like butter.<br/><br/>"HOLY FUCK! Are you kidding me!" he shouted angrily as he raced up to the young woman.  His hand rest on her shoulder firmly yet comforting as his eye met hers. "Are you ok?" he spoke as he saw the confused and frightened look in her eyes. As she spoke about 911 he just nodded "yeah, call asap" he saw the man near the car, he looked pretty beat up.<br/><br/>"Sir, just stay down, we're calling for help right now," he growled as he saw the destruction that was once his book store "dammit man!" he gulped as he turned his back to the man on the ground.  His eyes finding Leslie "Grab some towels in the back, we may need to compress any cuts until the ambulance gets here"