<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/Travisyellow.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Travis Touchdown, The No More Hero</strong><br/><strong>Motel "NO MORE HEROES"</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Nobody.</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Travis past through the entrance of the Motel "NO MORE HEROES", a scowl inhabiting his bespectacled face and an agitated growl ripping from his throat. He hadn't thought Santa Destroy could change so damn much, not even in the time he found himself locked up on Prison Island. Clearly, the hour and a half it'd taken to find this place again had certainly proved otherwise. The streets weren't even the same, and all asking for directions had done was get him jumped in an alleyway. He couldn't imagine how many LB's it was going to to take to fix those guys. He didn't bother killing them, they were just young punks, douche-bags who thought they were tough and clearly hadn't gotten enough tough love sessions from their parents. That didn't mean he didn't beat them within an inch of their life. He might've even paralyzed one of them. The guy wasn't moving too much after that Chancery Drop, but he cried enough for Travis to know he was alive. It seemed that no matter how much the town changed, the people simply didn't. He was glad.<br/><br/>He strolled over towards the stairs with is cloak hung over a shoulder, placing a foot on the staircase only to hesitate and look behind him. The Schpeltiger II glistened in the California sun, the white-platinum of it's body gleaming as though it'd just recently been washed. Beautiful as the sight was...it struck Travis as incredibly strange. He'd of thought it would be covered in dirt and grim and whatever other crap mother nature threw at it, but it looked even better than it had under his care. "...huh. Oh well...I'll see YOU later, sexy." He smirked as he finally turned away from the bike and continued up the stairs up the stairs, making a B-Line for his door. There was a key already in the lock, another thing that struck him as strange. Even strange, however, was the state of his living space when he entered. Just like his bike, everything had been thoroughly cleaned. His pillows her set up perfectly and his collectable figures and luchador masks had been been dusted. His fridge was completely stocked and on his favorite chair rested several DVDs, Permanent Marker spelling out "Bizzare Jelly 5 Seasons 2 and 3" on the face of each one. Of course, those were the first things he lunged for. "They made two more seasons?!?! HELL yes!"<br/><br/>He chuckled to himself, holding the DVDs against his chest until a familiar sound rang out from next to his feet. He looked down to find his favorite cat, nestling herself against his ankles and joyfully mewing as she stared up at him. A warm smile spread across his face. "Hey, girl.." He knelt down and stroked her coat, lifting her up and bringing her into the bedroom with him. He set the DVDs beside his answering machine and dove onto his bed, landing on his back and setting Jeane on his chest. Heaven. He closed his eyes and let out a long, relaxed sigh, resting his hand on top of his cat's head. "Sweet..."