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X Enjoys almost all forms of food, though his favorites are: jellyfish, shrimp, and tuna.

X Is allergic to apricots, kiwi, and peanuts.

X When he was young, he dreamed of becoming a cop.

X Terrible with math.

X Grew up around a carpenter, making him handy with tools.

X Is located on the third floor.

X Is almost always locked. He had to search forever to find a working one.

X A home made salt water pool that takes up about 50% of the room and is a bit over 3ft tall. Buckets for filling and dumping the pool are kept by it.

X Contains one mattress, no bed frame.

X Has a working bathroom, took him a whole month to repair the toilet.

XIs filled with piles of miscellaneous items that he found during his scavenging at the Asylum.

X Used to be littered with strewn dirty clothes, but since Lennox moved in, those clothes have been cleaned and are now kept in tidy piles.

X Stacks of empty water bottles are kept in the corner. He uses these to carry water with him when he goes scavenging.

I've heard of people using journals, or something, to help clear their thoughts and s**t. So, I guess I'll give it a shot. Can't see it helping though, I mean, it's just me putting words on a hunk of ratty paper.

Whatever.

Anyways, I arrived at this place just a few of days ago. Compared to the old hell hole I called, this place is the damn Ritz... Do they even still have the Ritz? Or whatever.

I got jammed in this ratty a** room, it wreaked of mold, and old blood. The brown stains on the floor made me wonder if someone had died where I stood. Part of me wanted to book it out of there, but I decided to stay. Tossed the mattress though, no way in hell I was going to sleep on that. Also got rid of the bed frame, damn thing was a health hazard.

After doing some hunting, I managed to find a mattress in decent shape, along with a bucket and some rags. Had to go to one of the public bathrooms to fill the bucket though, as the sink in my tiny bathroom doesn't work. And sadly, neither does the damn toilet.

Still better then where I came from.

I spent my first night scrubbing away at that floor. I had to get rid of that coppery scent, it made me... crave.

Lets see... mm, nothing else really note worthy I guess. Door's lock is broken, have to fix that. Also been collecting anything I find that's salvageable while trying to figure this place out...

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DAMN IT! Instead of writing out my damn thoughts on this damn paper, I could have been using it to make a map of some kind. SCREW THIS!