<div class="floatleft">(http://www.koreanzombieshirt.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/korean-zombie-shirt-chan-sung-jung-wec.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Name:</strong>Chan Sung Jung<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Penthouse<br/><br/>"Talk about the right hand not knowing what the left hand is doing," Chan said watching the wannabe Band scatter like roaches in the light. Each having an idea without a clue to point them in the right direction. Most without even a vague idea of what they were doing here or why they should be here. Some trying to lead normal lives and others more interested in flesh than anything. Was he the only one who did this hero thing professionally?<br/><br/>With a long suffering sigh the child of Sun Wukong slipped out of Temptation made his way across the lobby and hit the stairs running. It's not like cramming himself into a small metal box with a bunch of strange people didn't sound fun but he wanted a moment to think. Ever since he'd gotten up this morning he'd been assaulted by messages and speeches and small talk. He'd been fighting a hangover with boredom but a little bit of silence and a good run would flush that from his system. By the time he reached the penthouse door he was all the way recovered from the last couple of nights exertions as he came next to Kurt and flashed him a quick grin.