[center][h1][b][color=orange]Vincent Ryder[/color][/b][/h1][/center]
[sub]Interactions: Everyone in the Strategy Room[/sub]
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[color=orange][i]Ah-choo![/i][/color]

Shortly after he entered his room, Vincent let out a sneeze, one loud enough that he was sure people could hear even as far as back at the armory. He sniffled and wiped his nose. For a moment, the old wife's tale that you sneezed when someone talked about you crossed his mind. [color=orange]"Hope it's something good,"[/color] he mused with another sniffle. [color=orange]"Though, I'm sure I might've pissed someone off at some point in the past."[/color]

He picked up his coat from where it hung on a bedpost and was about to put it on when he heard something clatter to the ground. He looked down and saw the old, cracked smartphone that seemed to always reappear in his pocket, even despite all the times he had dispersed. He couldn't begin to count the number of times he had pressed the buttons on the thing to try to turn it on, but to no avail. As he picked it up, he gave it another try, pressing the few buttons it had in hopes that the jolt from falling to the floor knocked something into place. [color=orange]"Nothing,"[/color] he said with a sigh. After a moment, a thought occurred to him and a grin crossed his face. [color=orange]"I may not be able to fix it...but I think I know someone who could. When we get back, of course."[/color]

He placed the phone on his bed and threw his overcoat on. The last thing he did before he left his room was slip his trusty studded leather gloves on his hands. He caught a glimpse of Dallas' back disappear behind the door to the strategy room and followed. He made the short walk down the hall and entered the room to see several of the others had already assembled. He approached the table and leaned forward, placing his hands on the flat surface. He had started to feel antsy when he first saw the group of Lost they would be encountering through the telescope, but as the time to leave grew closer, he couldn't help but grow impatient with excitement. [color=orange]"So, what're we waiting for?"[/color] he asked. [color=orange]"There are Lost that need killing!"[/color]