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As the door opened up, 'tons' of papers and other discarded items fall from with inside it, and out plummeted a young man, strikingly similar to Wesker, though slightly shorter, amidst all the papers and files. Soon busted out a Small rat that scurried over the top of the mans back, of which was the initials, FBI, printed on his jacket. The Rat sat on the man back for a moment, and then squeaked, and hurried off.

From beneath all the paper, emerged the man. "Oh, Thank you. I believe I was trapped in there for the better half of the week." He said with a simple laugh, then popping his neck and bones, for he had been cramped.

"Well you see...when I went into the closet...." He looked around with shifty eyes, though hidden behind his shades. "...Looking for 'clues', all the stuff fell down ontop of me, pressing me in a manner of which i couldn't move...I shut the door just incase anyone were to have come into the office, so that It wouldn't known I was there." He gave a nervous laugh.

"I was investigating the case of the Hidden Journal, in a particular setting, on a particular island, on a particular year, on a particular night, with a particular incident, during a particular 'accident'. My sources led me here. Oh, don't let the initials fool you." Looks around with shifty eyes, as he conjurs up a story to hide the fact that he's with the FBI. "It stands for Feline Body Inspector." He laughed again nervously. "I'm a Vet, who checks animals, particularly Cats, for fleas, ticks, and other unwanted discomforts...yeah...yeah, that's it."

With his shifty eyes again, behind his shades, he hesitated to reply. "...I'm not Obligated to answer that. I plead the Fifth."

He stood up from the ground, and as he did so, his wig fell off, revealing his true green Hair. It was quite obvious who this was. "Here's my Card!" From his sleeve flipped a Joker Card, and he threw it, and it stuck in the desk, In hopes of that distracting the others, the Man dashed towards the door, but then tripped, and plummeted to the ground once again. "Talk about Slap Stick Comedy!" He said laughing as he had tripped over a Broom.

No, this wasn't the Joker, but instead a very familiar face, Siefren (Original Rp Character Name being that of Brent Carter.)

The man gave a mocking frown, and then huddled in the fettle position and then began rocking back and forth, before he finally stood up again, with the broom in hand. "Broom STICK, slap STICK, Slap Stick Comedy? Where people often hurt each other out of humorous effect." He laughed. "Understand now?" He said as he pointed to the broom handle, Smiling.

He raised his eyebrow to Matt's words, and then spoke. "Funny for you Maybe, but not for me!" He exclaimed. "Slap Stick doesn't deal with excessive bodily harm." He gave a sigh, as he propped the broom against the wall.

He laughed and gave a slight shrug. "Does my strange ways and antics have to have reasoning?" He asked chuckling. "Besides, I'm the FBI Consultant sent here to work with the STARS members." He stated. (true, what my character was originally going to be.) "It's not like you haven't seen me around...Just always incognito." He said stifling a laugh.

"Hm...I go by many names, but whats printed on my badge." He said as he flipped out his FBI ID. "...Is Brent Carter."

((lol oh really? Brent Carter is the name of someone Famous? I didn't know that. Yeah, he was who my character was a while back, back before the character profile clean up had happened. I need to re-establish the profile actually. I know my character was named one of two possibilities, Brent Carter, or Briant Williams, but I don't remember which lol, so I stuck with Brent Carter.))

"Hah, Funny." He said with a bit of a sarcastic tone, but laughed shortly after. "It was an Experience, i can say that much, Heh, had some stale donuts to tide over my appetite." He said jokingly. "Nice to meet you too." He spoke. He put up his identification badge, then held his hand out for a handshake.