<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220783.msg10866453#msg10866453">Quote from: KurganofPrussia on 07-01-2015, 02:32:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://www.wrestle-zone.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/albert.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Matt "Boom" Bloom<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Bus; Mansion Steps<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br/>---------<br/><br/>Matt was convinced everyone was off.  He nodded at Abel as he walked by; he seemed nice enough.  He smirked a bit when he mentioned smashing people's faces in.  He checked once more, and then walked off the bus.<br/><br/>He walked out on the sidewalk and looked around.  He took in the house, the trees, the bus, the people.  He took his old, beatup bags and held them, possessively.  He looked around at the other people and their wares, and sized them up.  Some had big bags with lots of gear, others had expensive trappings.  He scoffed at them in defense, preferring to think of his items as used and conditioned as opposed to old and worn.  His things had a long and twisted life, like he did.<br/><br/>Not much time for solace, he checked everything out.  He thought there would be more people, more action.  He did not want to give away anything at all.  He waited by the bus for the other people to clear the side of the bus.  More traditions.  Had to be the last in the lockerroom.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>