Not a superhero, but just as good (if not better)

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Vince staggers through the door, laughing as he pulls his sunglasses off, "I don't believe it, you actually chose a decent hotel this time, Howard." The thin man slouches his way to the front counter where he leans languidly on one elbow. "Hurry up, fellas," he calls back to the closed door, "I need my beauty sleep, and you ain't helping." He looks

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[ontopofthedead]

Graverobber crawls out from under the countertop, where he was catching a quick nap (old habits die hard. -- other things die hard too, sometimes. Not that Graverobber would know about that. -- moving on.).

He eyes Vince with an amused, if slightly sleepy smirk. "Hi there. I like your outfit."

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Vince shows absolutely no surprise at his actions, "Thanks, took me ages to put together, although I'm not sure about this scarf," he picks at it "in fact I think I'll change it if Bollo would just hurry up with the cases." He turns to the door and raises his voice, "Bollo, get your monkey anus in here, I'm havin' a wardrobe crisis."
With a shake of his lovely head and a rueful laugh, he turns back to Graverobber, "Honestly, can't leave 'em alone for five minutes."

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He tugs at his own thin blue scarf, looking thoughtful. "I've always been a fan of scarves. They keep my head connected to my neck." Which, considering where he comes from, could very potentially be true. "I don't think Bollo's coming."

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"What you mean he ain't coming? He's carrying a good quarter of my wardrobe in those cases, he'd better be coming!" Vince looks extremely distressed and stomps (as well as he can manage in heels) to the door before pulling it open, "Oy, this isn't Shoreditch!" Looking annoyed, he turns back to Graverobber, "So how do I get back? I've got a gig on tonight, I can't let my fans down, they'll fall apart if I don't show."