Dino smiled as strummed the strummed the Fender Stratocaster. 'Perfect,' he thought, and looked over to the nervous looking store owner. "It's great" he stated, though he knew the store owner didn't understand him. Nobody in this fucking country did. He smiled and nodded, like everyone else. "You buy? You buy?" the store owner squawked impatiently. He nodded and gave him a credit card, and sighed, looking at the gift he had bought himself in celebration of getting his new occupation with the government. An incredibly lucrative occupation with the government. The small man took the credit card with a shaking hand. 'What the hell is this problem? Damn racist.' Dino thought. His thoughts drifted to the gift he would buy for his wife, and the hot loving he would probably get as a reward. He smiled as he thought of her soft curves and silky skin, and didn't notice the salesman dart beneath his desk. He heard a series of loud noises, sharp pain all over his body, and then...blackness.

He opened his eyes. He was laying upon a cold, unfamiliar floor. People were talking around him. His hand still clutched the neck of the guitar he had purchased. He looked at it. It was full of holes. He sighed and scratched his scalp. The large afro that sat upon his head made it stuffy and was filled with static electricity for some reason. He stood up and looked at himself. His new suit was full of holes, and most of the tie he was wearing had been ripped off. He groaned- that was an expensive outfit.

Dino once again realized there was other people in this new room. A handful of people were around, some of them talking, most of them seemed as confused as he was. A large black ball loomed a few feet away from him. A girl in a trench coat seemed to be explaining things to somebody, but he was in no mood to talk. He didn't know where the hell he was, he didn't know how he got there, and he sure as hell didn't know what the hell was going to happen next. He calmed himself, took a deep breath, and proceeded to walk and sit in the corner. The flat they were in was small, and smelled kinda weird. He sighed once again, closed his eyes, put his head against the wall, and pondered.

OOC: God I love the name I gave my character.