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=="Replay"==
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'''Real Name''': Eric Aaron Kommer

'''Age''': 27

'''Gender''': Male

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'''Hair''': Brown

'''Eyes''': Brown

'''Physical Description''': Brown crew-cut, short full beard sans mustache, brown eyes, Caucasian, bored expression, prescription glasses.

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Name: Eric Aaron Kommer
Sex: Male
Age: 27
Blood-Type: B-
Race: Caucasian
Latest Photo: [Brown crew-cut, short full beard sans mustache, brown eyes, Caucasian, bored expression, prescription glasses.]
Address: [Some apartment somewhere.]
Employment: Office Worker
Past Record: (1) Loitering, (2) Littering, (1) DUI, (4) Parking Violation
Current Record: (1) Unpaid Speeding Ticket

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Someday. A word I say too much as it is.
Someday I'll get a promotion, and actually have some money that I can do things with...
Someday I'll get a real place, and not have to live in this dump with noisy neighbors and leaky pipes...
Someday I'll stop smoking, get healthy, start working out, eat right maybe...
Someday I'll do something with my life that isn't living for the weekends.

Always someday, not today, tomorrow maybe, some other time, not now, too tired. Same thoughts start drifting through my head that I'm beginning to wonder if soon my mind will follow my body in going through a routine. The air up here always helps though, to clear the head. The rooftop of the apartment building is always nice and quiet, with none of the bustle, none of the rush. My dull eyes watched the ash from my cigarette fall into the alleyway below, me leaning further over the side than I probably should but I was too gone to notice. Until I started seizing up, that is.

First came the panic, my eyes went wide as my body didn't respond, as it twitched violently. Then came the fear, as I went pitching over the side, feeling gravity take effect. Then nothing, blackness as I went out the moment I started falling.

When I came too, I felt pain. Two sources of pain, to be honest. Not exactly what I was expecting, due to me just having fallen off of a five story building into an alleyway, but I felt pain. One was on my face, burning and filling my nostrils with smoke, the other a faint pain, much too small for what I had just been through. I realized two things. One, the cigarette was burning my face ow, fuck, and after flicking it off that I was laying on a bent, empty metal can. Then I realized another two things. One, no way I should of survived that fall, and the can beneath me is no where near bent enough to have been crushed by me, and two, that burn is probably going to leave a nasty scar.

Grasping the can, tuna from what I can see, in my shaky hand, I looked it over trying to figure out what had happened. This wasn't right, I should be dead, and in the newspaper's obituary if I was lucky. I focused on the can, frustrated and confused. Then I saw something. It was as if I was watching something through the corners of my eyes, blurry. A man falling off of a roof, twitching as he fell down and landing on the can. There was no thud, no thump, no blood, nothing. It was like there was no impact. I can see now that this was me. I let go of the can, it giving a small clatter as it hit the pavement, even more confused than I was before. Before I could think it over though, as if announced by the clatter an alley cat darted from the nearby dumpsters to pounce on the can, seeking treasured foot from within. Finding nothing, it meow-ed at me expectantly as if I had deceived it and it was expecting reparation. Waving it away, it batted at my hand in what I can only assume is vengeance. I "saw" again, this time unbidden, and after the end unwanted. Watching a cat eat the insides of a rat during the morning is not something I especially wanted to see right now.

I got up quickly in disgust, shooing the cat away with my hands but being careful not to touch it this time. I then kicked the can at the wall, walking out of the alleyway to try and grasp what in the fuck was happening.Then, for the last time, I realized two more things. One, watching the can settle I remembered that that was where it was when I "saw" the cat, and two... As the pieces finally fell into place, as the old, cobwebbed gears in my head finally started turning again, I realized that today, someday has finally came. The only question on my mind now though, was what do I do now...

'''Powers''': Energy Absorption and Psychometry.

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