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located in On Earth on the east coast of North America, a part of Way Too Deep..., one of the many universes on RPG.

On Earth on the east coast of North America

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Character Portrait: Anthony "Tony" Maddock
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Tony stared blankly at his ceiling. Another dull, monotonous night. He could hear pop music playing loudly from his sister's room; shouting and cursing came from the room of his video game-addicted brother. What time was it, anyway? He glanced at his watch. Seven-thirty. The weather report called for rain tonight. It hasn't started yet, but he noticed the thick clouds gathering, spreading like a blanket across the dark sky. Fantastic. As if that evening couldn't have been any more dreary.

His cat mewed as she leaped onto his bed. She began rubbing her head against his. "What do you want, you little monster?" he asked, grinning. The cat began to purr softly. Tony pushed her away and sat up, stretching his back. "Hungry?"

The cat meowed, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Forget it. I just fed you."

She continued to stare at him with her unblinking yellow eyes.

"Alright, fine," he sighed. The cat dashed up to him and rubbed against his legs, her purrs loud. "Stop it, suck-up."

Tony walked downstairs to the kitchen, where they kept the cat food. His mother was staring out the window, deep in thought. It was a common behavior of hers. She was fairly social with their neighbors and always wanted to see what was happening on their street. "That's strange..." she muttered to herself.

"What?" Tony asked, grabbing the bag of cat food from the pantry.

"The For Sale sign at the Johnsons' old house across the street... it's gone."

"Good for them."

"The house was a foreclosure."

"Good for the bank, then." He paused. "What's so weird about that?"

"I could've sworn that the sign was there this afternoon."

"You're imagining things, Mom," Tony said offhandedly, pouring dry pieces of cat food into a plastic bowl.

""Maybe..." His mother said quietly. She turned toward her son. "I thought Domino just ate."

"She wanted more. What could I do?"

"You need to stop spoiling that cat."

"Fine. Okay."

Domino trotted over to her bowl and began hurriedly devouring her kibble. Tony edged over to the kitchen window. Sure enough, his mother was right; the real estate sign in front of the house across the street was gone. Funny- he thought he'd seen it earlier that day, as well. Must have been his imagination or something. Through one of the darkened widows, he thought he saw a head move.

It began to rain.

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