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Smoke began to filter from the board; pitch black not even anything visible through the smoke. A dark laughter filled the air as the smoke began to take form and soon enough a man stood in it's place a guitar case thrown over his shoulder. He wore pitch black jeans baggy; a belt holding them up and the belt buckle said "Born to raise hell". he wore a black trench coat over a sleeveless red shirt. He let out a breath as he stretched popping ever joint in his body. "Well, well; finally free.." He stated and placed the guitar case to the side pulling out a pack of cigarettes out of his jean pocket and lighting up one taking a drag.

after exhaling the smoke He looked around standing up straight he moved towards the kitchen area, opening the door to the fridge; "Beer well blow me down!" He said opening one and drinking it fast; letting out a large burp and then digging through the fridge for something to eat, finding leftovers of what appear to be. "Oh finally, there's never any decent food in hell.." He said pulling out several patties of cooked beef and digging for bread as he put them together beginning to chow down.

After finishing his first burger he chugged another bear, and popped the tab on the last one he could find as he dug into his second one walking back into the room where the kids were. He finished off what was in his mouth and took a drink from the beer plopping down in a chair. This place seemed decent enough; he didn't notice anyone in the near area; but someone had to have been playing with that board; that was how he got out anyways. He let out a relaxed sigh, just happy to be out of hell, that and having a full stomach; you never really got to eat down there.