(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb145/syberfang/duh.jpg)<br/><strong>Name: Michael T. Corbin<br/>Current Race: Human<br/>Location: Murphey's Tavern<br/>Time: Day 2, Dawn<br/>Remaining Funds: $490.00 <br/>Tagged: May Murphey</strong><br/><br/>The sun shined brightly through the beige colored curtains that draped across the window in Michael's small, comfortable, single bed, room. The rays from the morning star kissed his eyelids, as he awoke from his world of fantasy. The whining from the combination of his phone and the air conditioner mingled together in a cacophony that almost disrupted the beauty of this serine moment. He slid his hand across the dresser trying to find his phone. It wasn't on the table where he usually kept it. He bumbled around but something left him immobile, constricting against his every movement. It was than that he noticed the sound was coming from his pants, and that he had passed out in his suit. He strained himself in an up right position, and surveyed his room. That, right there, was all that was needed to destroy this perfect morning. Like a single F on your report card, it made all the other A's meaningless, and he remembered exactly where he was. Still trapped in a strange place, all alone.<br/><br/>The phone clicked and the ringing stopped. It was seconds later, however, that he realized what was happening, and found himself digging through the the space within his dress pants, to locate his phone. When he finally discovered his phone, underneath a ball of lint and a small book of matches, he pulled it out rescuing it from its imprisonment, to solve the mystery of who exactingly was trying to get a hold of him. It was Jeremy. Michael shook his head and thought to himself. What an idiot. I told him I didn't get service out here, and he called anyways. He began to slide his phone back in his pocket, but like sucker punch from Ali, it hit him. He pulled out his phone and hit the redial button. Drinking before bed always made him an idiot. The phone only screamed in his ear. Perfect! He thought. "Now you have no service." He mumbled at his phone<br/><br/>Within an hour he found himself sitting on the steps of the Tavern with a pad and a pen, sketching the scenery. On his way down, May had greeted him with a pot of coffee. He thought himself a fool for being scared of such a nice woman. She was a lot less scary when the lights were on. He accepted her offer, and took a walk around the Tavern and yet he wound up on the porch. Maybe this place wasn't so bad, he thought as he took a sip off coffee, and touched the pen to the paper.