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Without planning vacations, Bix was pretty happy to find that he could schedule a single day off per week as a way to go off island and restock his pantry. He was definitely taking advantage of the portals working correctly and bought a little extra every trip to squirrel away for next inevitable catastrophe or punishment that would prevent them all from leaving. He was still learning how to cook and bought even more extra this time around to try out a few recipes.

He was good holding all the bags, two in each arm and one sandwiched in between, until he reached the dorm doors. Hunters coming in and out didn't seem to notice him hovering outside the door and looking for an opening to go in. He couldn't call out as he had (for some reason) his cell phone clenched between his teeth. He was clad in his civvies, an old comic book cover faded on his t-shirt and some cargo pants, but his coat still hung down from his waist, swishing around his legs with the familiar Sun motif.

"Huh..heh.." Bix attempted calling for help even with his mouth obstructed. Eventually he stuck out a foot and caught the door. "Ssit dis sucks.."

Bix was too busy playing a balancing act to care if there was a sarcastic tone. "Tank..." he thanked him through his cell-in-teeth, and after shifting things under his chin, passed a single bag off. It gave the albino man a chance to finally put his cellphone in his pocket and readjust. "Thanks..heh.. You new?"

Bix was a pretty obvious sight in the crowd. White hair, white skin, white lashes and even a day's growth of white stubble over his jaw. His eyes were a sharp scarlet, entirely too red to be the pinkish-blue tone of a true albino but no one, including himself, had ever thought to question it.

"Second floor.." Bix nodded up the stairs not far from the dorm entrance and flashed a friendly smile. "If you don't mind."

"OH HEY! NEW GUY!" Bix made a brief attempt at jostling his bags for a handshake but gave up and laughed instead. He headed up the stairs. He could cover manly handshakes up there. "Boy am I glad you aren't just an ugly chick.. cause.. man what a chick you would be.. You weren't named after Obadiah Stane were you?" Most people didn't get his comic book reference, but he always had to throw out a little bait when meeting new people to see if they were picking up what he was putting down.

"Got a nickname?" At the landing they started up another set of stairs. "Almost there."

"IRON MOOONGER!!" Boomed it in a deep voice and it echoed impressively off of the stairwell walls. He then laughed a short, childish snigger, "..awesome."

With a glance over his shoulder he smirked. "Iron man villain. He was in the movie.. the first one? Oh! here we go." Bix turned and pressed his back against the door, pushing it inwards and holding it until the other man had gone through.

"Which would be a good nickname acutally. Monger? No? Obi? Weird. OBI WAN. Please tell me you get at least that reference?" Bix was now walking backwards towards his dorm so he could look at the newly coined Obi Wan.

"You're my only hoooope." It was a creepy lispy whisper. But as fast as it came Bix popped back out of the moment. "Here we are."

The doors on this floor were farther apart and it's level of volume much, much lower than the trainee dorms below. It was also, miraculously, less battle damaged. Bix's door had an Alex Ross Green Arrow tucked right under the number.

"If you are going full name, you gotta do it proper." As Bix juggled bags to get out his keys, his voice went shrill, "Ferdinan' Wilkins JOONYAH!" He was doing his imitated mom voice and there was the clear mild tang of a indistinguishable midwestern accent.

"I will expect to hear the entire name." Bix flashed a grin once more and poked the door open with his toe. His 'room' included 3 rooms: a living room with an open wall and a small kitchen on the other side, a bedroom to the back, and back past that he had his own bathroom.

"My lair." The living room had a few posters which were framed and precisely squared on the wall between several large bookshelves covered in comics, art books, and novels. Mostly fantasy novels or sci-fi classics. There was a predominantly featured set of Lord of the Rings action figures on one of the top shelves. Series were preciesly organized by name (unless grouped by franchise) and all centered with bookends. There was no dust to be seen.

"Books. Couch." Said couch was an old dorm bed that he modded into an oversize couch after reading too many old Martha Stewart magazines he'd found hidden in the library. Besides the bright smattering of comic art, the room was muted tones of brown, cream and red. Everything in there spoke of intense OCD, the cooking accessories by the stove to the family photo and wallet positioned like museum pieces on one of the generic pressboard dorm desks.

The only things that even hinted disorder were the tiny details that said a girl also spent some time here. Hair rubberbands with black hair sticking out of them hung on every visible doorknob and a pair of red flipflops peeked out from under the sofa.

"Home sweet home. You can just sit that stuff over here." He beckoned towards the small kitchen.

"Promotion. I'm full rank hunter." Bix had put his groceries down and then pulled up the dangling bit of his coat. It was belted at the waist and was basically a sleeveless tunic, judging by the dangly bits, with a modernized 'combat vest' upper. A sun blazoned the chest and he spun to point at a patch right below his collar on his back. "Ranged tactical specialist. But I was one of the first ones.. from our immediate group, who woke up."

He moved to unpack groceries and pulled out all junk food from the first bag. He and Ceres both liked their snacks. There was also tea and coffee, chips, gummies, and chocolate. As well as a 6 pack of beer. He was aware of Obi's manic flick of the eyes, but Bix seemed to be fully confident that he had nothing to hide and nothing worth knowing that others didn't know. On the occasions he tried to lie, it was a spectacular failure. Perhaps that had more to do with why he was in Sun... the straight forward point of view.

"It is nice though. You don't have to go to the cafeteria if you don't want. You can keep all your shower stuff IN YOUR OWN SHOWER. Your clothes disappear less often... but ahh.." Bix did turn a bit pink. "No maid service. That's just uh.. I like things organized."

He occupied his attention with the fridge suddenly as some dairy products (plenty of cheese) were stashed away.

"Oh cool.." He ran his hand through his hair with a wry smirk and went back to groceries. A bag of pasta, cereal, breakfast bars, and fruit followed by a bag with a layered on the bottom with meat and eggs and a ton of vegetables on top. He'd enough groceries to last so long as he kept everything stored correctly.

"Yeah we can drink... you want a beer?" Bix pulled one out to offer but would not join him. He was a light weight and would not inflict that upon a new guy of, so far, calm demeanor. Hopefully he wouldn't go the way of Jerry, from promising cool guy to kinda scary weirdo. "Everyone but a few are over 18. And with what we are doing? I'd let the kids drink too. How old are you by the way?"

With things filed away, Bix moved out to his couch and dropped into it. "Make yourself comfortable.. feel free to snoop.. " He motioned to the shelves, his desk. "And ask away... I know you have to have questions." As talk went more to what they did there, Bix became less of the pop culture doof and more experienced Veteran, or at least the closest they had to veterans with the short life expectancy.

Bix watched him with the books. "You can touch them. I'm crazy but.. reasonable." He smiled.

"Well it's sure a shock to the system. You had a trial right? In the pods? Gas masks and murdering each other?" He was pretty sure all of them did. "You think oh that's crazy but it was just a test.. Fake. In your head. In the pod. Like a ******** up dream.." He shrugged.

"But, well, I guess you will see for yourself. It's sort of like they give you an awesome video game where you have super powers and you kill monsters? But when you really think about what it would REALLY be like to be alive and the main character in Resident Evil or whatever.." he glanced up and realized the name may mean nothing to the guy, "to be the main character in this crazy world, that realistically that would suck really badly and probably be awful." There was almost a mock of a laugh. "But you took the Red Pill. And you were born the magical chosen one or whatever... so even if you thought you had a choice, there really was no other choice. Some of us.." he tapped his own chest. "Found out we were bred for this. So.." he waved his hands vaguely in the air. "Any organization, government or otherwise, are crazy manipulative assholes. This is the one we are stuck with."

If Taym was in any way interested in glancing at Bix's sparse furniture he'd find the anally organized desktop. There was a family photo of a man, woman, young blonde boy and a young man with white hair in a looooong braid and recognizable red eyes. There were also small pictures posted. Him and his girlfriend Ceres, some photobooth photos with Molly, a picture of him (also again with a long white braid) in a trainee coat with a small gang of other trainees of all different divisions. Bix was slightly taller in the present (besides the obvious haircut), his jaw more defined, his shoulders and arms bulked from archery. In the photo he looked more of the gangly nerd he'd described himself as and held a gold bow covered in red gems and lined with white feathers.

"A little over two years. It's kind of hard to keep track of time unless you keep a calendar," which he did, "theres no real definable seasons cause of where the island is. It's sort of slightly cooler in the winter and slightly warmer in the summer... but the Fog is always here and unless Christmas Town invades, we don't get snow."