<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/ff/Suit_denmark_by_camisicado-d2ykkb02.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Darius Blake<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Radio Host<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Employee Lounge<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>His suit covered with a black trenchcoat<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>While Darius was new, just like Josie, there was the significant difference that he was better informed however and as such he knew better then to come unprepared. Which basicly meant that he didn't come in like everyone else. His entry was a little more extravagant. Meaning that he stumbled into the Lounge right after the door barged open.<br/><br/>Even before he stumbled in there was such a strong smell of booze that it made people fear an explosion from any lightsource that might be in close vacinity. He looked around, wearing an intense stare, as if to search for things that weren't real and his face lightened up as he seemed to have found what her searched for. Finally his gaze turned to what he presumed were his coworkers. He raised a bottle of what seemed to have been whiskey before Darius drank three quarters of the bottle, changing the<br/><br/>"Whisey?", he asked, his tongue heavy with all the booze that already went past it. Thankfully a strange and powerful unknown entity made letters appear in front of him, translating his unintelligable nonsense into:<strong>Does anyone want some Whiskey?</strong><br/><br/>Ok...at this point it should be fairly obvious that "better prepared" was a lie big enough to form an entity that spends it's time translating the mumbling of drunk radio hosts. Darius hadn't even bothered figuring out what his show was actually about...he thought something along the lines of gardening, but most likely he'd end up giving tips on how to avoid thought and secretpolice to find out about the minor crimes everyone in this city commits on a daily basis. Like thinking...how dare they thinking about how to think. Everyone had commited one at some point and the best he could do for those poor souls is to make sure they acted in an acceptable manner about it, so the Sheriffs secret police can overlook them untill they need something.<br/><br/>The blond guy dropped into the couch, next to Josie. "Name'sh Darush...pleasameya....", he mumbled at the world in general, words forming once again.<strong>My name is Darus, pleased to meet both of you.</strong><br/><br/>"Thanksh", he mumbled and again the words formed.<strong>You are welcome, Darius.</strong>