Evan Allen Walker: {~~~Day 8 (1/4)~~~December 28th, 2015, Tuesday~~~Location: Your local bar/Baker's Home~~~Mood: Fun stuff~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~} Evan woke up inside the bar just slouched about on the floor. He was quite surprised that he wasn't kicked out after last night. Granted he had next to know recollection of what happened but he knew he was walking on rainbows. Regardless he walked with great effort to the nearest bathroom in which sat calmly down in front of a toilet. From there he expelled "rainbows" from his stomach into said toilet. Once finished he left the bar with a skip in his step and started bounding down the street feeling nice and rested. While he was walking down the street he suddenly realized that he was wearing rollerblades when he went to the cafe. He started wondering when and how he switched into regular old sneakers but didn't pay it any more mind than he needed to. Once his walk home was complete he found his place to be just as unkempt as he had left it the day before. Smiling at the mess of his house he started walking around and made himself some quality breakfast, or lunch in the case of the time now. More quality bacon. With the bacon cooking he noticed his phone had received a new message on it. He disliked text messages because he was sure "big brother" was reading through all of them, and they didn't need to know what he said. Though due to various people needing to get in contact with him and him being quite the free spirited man, this was the most effective means to do so. He read that Little Baker Bro needed a ride to some auditions thingy majigger at Studio Z. Not being one to refuse such a request from Little Baker Bro, Evan got in his car and drove off to his place. Dennis was not entirely too thrilled that Evan had responded to his text, but nonetheless he had auditions to go to and no other way to bring his drumset. With a short enthusiastic greeting from Evan, Dennis got his things together and put them in the car. With that done the two of them drove off to Studio Z.
BRANDON HARRISON: ///Day 24 (1/4)\\\///Tuesday October 15th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: To Fun!\\\ Brandon, the newly discovered archangel of lightning, woke up in a purely electrical mood. He started off the morning bounding out of his bed trying to go and think what today's marvels would bring him. It was just a week ago that he was sitting at home during some freak electrical storm. Now he was far from home, in a motel, fighting zombies, apparently an archangel, and had a pretty bitchin' sword. All in all Brandon felt pretty good about the whole situation. It was like he was in some sort of game and they needed to go save the world after doing many things and leveling up and stuff. He was also quite curious of what sounded like super enemies, (the nephilim) boss enemies,(Danel and Temalchaus) and finally Super Boss that is hinted at for the entire game and everyone goes out of their way to try and stop it but it still ends up getting revived anyway because that's just how plot works,(Leviathan.) Getting out some more of a sports drink he drank it all in and now feeling fully hydrated left the room. Once outside he saw Officer Malone walk into a truck and start it up. Well that was certainly...something. He wondered if he was going somewhere right now but decided not to press it. Instead he pulled out his wand looking dilly ma bobber, and pondered about it. After remembering what he had been told yesterday by Hana he turned his wand into that same sword from yesterday. Still thinking of a name he finally decided on Vis Vis. He wasn't entirely sure if that's what Barachiel named it, but it was what he was naming it and Brandon's wants came before Barachiel's wants. Not really caring if anyone was around to see him he just sort of swung it around a few times before realizing he had absolutely no idea how to use a sword. With that revelation out of the way he figured he'd start doing what he always did. Practice, practice, practice. Sure he had no idea how to practice with a sword, but at least getting comfortable with the grip and feel of it wouldn't hurt.
Dennis was chilling on his computer just listening to music of all sorts while browsing through all the corners of the internet. He had gone back to his home page and noticed one of the news stubs about a professor from a local academy, obviously Fortissimo, being in a car crash on christmas day. Dennis hurriedly checked out what all of it was about until he noticed that not only was this involving some well known gang but also another student of said academy was in the car accident as well. Worriedly Dennis read the article until he found out that they were both fine and recovering currently. That made sigh with relief. With that noontime drama out of the way Dennis went to go make lunch. Searching through the cabinet he eventually just pulled out box of pasta and made himself a bowl. As he was eating he started to think about why today felt a bit different than any other days. He was pretty sure there was something he had planned on doing, and not something like hanging out with any of his friends. It was also something that seemed rather important. He shrugged it off and figured he'd remember sooner or later while he started to go and get out of his pajama wear. Once his entire outfit for the day was picked out he went back onto his computer when he suddenly he remembered what was going down today. That Oliver guy had made an advertisement for a band auditioning today. Dennis decided that he'd try and go audition with his drums but he needed to bring his drums with him. Dennis didn't really register that as a problem until now because he couldn't just lug his entire drum set with him back and forth. And they were too large to actually put in a bag that he could carry on his bike with. There was only one other solution he could think of, and that was getting a ride there. And the only person he knew who could give him a ride was...he grimaced at the thought, but ended up sending Evan a text asking him if he could drive him over to the auditions later. He feared for his drum set and his life once he sent this text, but the deed was done. Now all he had to do was wait for the man's response.
Evan Allen Walker: {~~~Day 7 (3/3)~~~December 27th, 2015, Monday~~~Location: Your local bar~~~Mood:It's like the world is in a gradient...of RAINBOWS~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~} Evan was totally hammered and could not continue seeing straight for a good two minutes...or seconds...decades maybe. He wasn't entirely sure how long they had been at this game but one thing was for sure and that was that it was not ending anytime soon. As the match went the two continued putting their "wits and philosophies" in a large and arduous battle fit only for kings, champions and people who clearly had no clue what the hell they were doing. Evan looked at the board and saw all the colors of the pieces there. He was pretty sure there were pink ones and orange ones. There was some green there too. Hot damn this game was amazing. He looked at Torvald as he made another one of his large proclamations to the gods of communism and proletarian revolutions and maybe something about Marks. Wait, this speech probably had nothing to do with any of that. Or did it? By the end of it Torvald had completely and totally passed out. When the man had lost all consciousness he moved his piece on top of another one. With deed done he flipped the board yelling "checkmate! Weeyait, nuu. KONG may. errrrr, aha! HOME RUN, GRAND SLAM, WOOOOHHHHOOOO!!!!" With that done he started laughing like a kid on a sugar high in a candy shop until he finally completely passed out.
BRANDON HARRISON: ///Day 23 (5/4)\\\///Sunday October 14th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Warehouse--->Motel)\\\///Mood: Like a kid in a sword shop\\\ The gang of the high school boy, the police officer, the crazy stab wounded man, and the invisible girl finally made it to the warehouse after what seemed like an eternity of driving. Once there they were instructed to go and get their weapons from their respective lockers. After finding the Barachiel locker Brandon pulled out his wandy looking thing. Once being told how to he transformed it into a magnificent and beautiful sort meant only for the archangel of lightning. Aka himself. He took a few practice swings with it, still really bright and cheery until he finally turned it back into a wand. With all said and done they went back to the motel, where Brandon went into his still illegally acquired room for sleep for the rest of the night.
Richard had spent a good evening just doing his good old fencing stuff at the abandon warehouse that he was. He felt like he was finally getting back into the groove of things and started resetting back to his usual apathy of things. No series of an unfortunate events, forces of nature and zombie apocalypses (not gonna lie still weird,) was going to bog his uncaring nature down. As such he with a job well done he went back to his car and drove on home. Once there he simply sat down and ate dinner thinking on what to do next. Maybe going back to fencing Austin soon. Nope, Austin was on some business somewhere else. Aside from him he didn't have any real people he could fence for practice. Warehouse it was again tomorrow. Probably for the best too. He needed to get his old skills back in shape and fencing by himself somehow managed to be the quickest way to do so. With dinner done he climbed into bed and went off to the only thing he couldn't ignore. His dreams.
Evan Allen Walker: {~~~Day 7 (3/3)~~~December 27th, 2015, Monday~~~Location: Your local bar~~~Mood:It's like the world is in a gradient...of RAINBOWS~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~} Evan had been doing something that was quite uncharacteristic of him. Well publicly at least. He was drinking his rocker off. Pounding shot after shot of whatever the hell he was drinking. In fact he was pretty sure he never even got the same drink twice. Or maybe they were all the same. Half an Half? Evan started pondering on his drinks of choice as he played Torvald in a game of Shakespearean Othello. A game which his communistic comrade seemed to refer to as Reversi for whatever reason. They were into a heated game of it and Evan was sure he was doing everything wrong...or right. Actually somewhere along the 12th shot he forgotten how to play the game. Somehow he forgot why he was even playing the game in the first. While placing pieces every which was in a maybe correct way he listened to everything his proletarian revolutionary had to say to him. When his rant was finally over Evan went in. "Y-you swee mai Kaminestic Cornrade, this iz not a simble matter of blak an wyt.There be, liek you sed, all sorz uv colors in this warudo." He started hiccuping as he went on his odd unintelligible rant. "Butt, due cape n mond, that the warudo iz unly limated tu the colors yue wanna see 'em. Zo yue zee. Theze poces arnt juss blak an wyt, they arr being erry shade, hue,gradient, any color yud find in some crayola bex. Theze poces arnt juss torning frumblak and wyt, there metamorphinizing erry time they change color, into a hole newwwww vibrant masterpiece." Evan continued to pound down more shots making his weird drunken speech pattern unrelent. Somewhere along the lines his vision became distorted and all the colors in the room seemed to pop and have some sort of bloom effect. He continued to sway back and forth whilst placing his next piece. "Az furr mai outta continuity occupationes, less juss sey iz nuthing that be conserning yue. Gayme ur nut, thaz nut sumthing i'mma share wright nou. I'm too, um, somefingbout theze fruity beervrages, fuck I cannud fine the wurd furr that. Ardgardless, it prolly wuldant make much senze wright now anyway. So philozoffer make yur nextmoive." Evan sat back with a smile on his face giggling like a mad man right now.
So good news and bad news. Good news is I have a job for like a week starting on Thursday. Bad news is that that means less RP time for me. So that's probably going to take a good seven hours out of my day each day at varying days. Do with what you will with this information.
The two ended up playing skee ball after all was said and done. Dennis had been so absorbed in his own game to notice that Freya wasn't holding up so well on her end. Really he loved skee ball and it was something he always enjoyed to play whenever he went to the arcade. Nothing short of being a fun time. However the day was starting to get late and Freya had apparently wanted to go home. So she parted with him giving him her tickets. It didn't look like that much, maybe she wasn't the greatest at skee ball. Regardless he kept playing for a good half hour more before his arm was tired and his tokens were all used up. He went over to the ticket exchange booth and got himself a bunch of candy. Sure he could've gone for some sort of giant stuffed animal or something, but you can't eat a stuffed animal. With the arcade done Dennis realized he was pretty hungry so he decided now was a good time to go home and eat dinner. He walked outside the arcade, unlocked his bike and started biking his way back home. It was chillier than earlier, obviously, but the snow covered streets were still just as great as ever. He really enjoyed it but started to sneeze once more. Turns out biking in the cold while you had a cold was not the smartest of ideas. Dennis had eventually gotten his way home and parked and locked his bike up for the day. He walked into his place and made himself another hot chocolate before sitting down and looking at his computer. Opening up his browser of choice he saw that there was a general announcement from one of the older fortissimo students, Oliver Grant. Apparently he was going to try and start a casual band session type thing. Auditions were tomorrow. He figured he may as well try and go there tomorrow. Regardless the day had tired him out and as such he fell asleep on his couch and slept through the night.
Sol had looked around at the cast and crew that was with him in this "team" of theirs. One was named Sasha, an archer who apparently had her whole home village completely destroyed or something along the lines of it. Sounded like a fun time really. Though he didn't quite care for archers that much. All they did was stand back and pelt the monsters with arrows without doing much in the heat of things. Next up was another female by the name of Lennox and she was apparently a knife man. Knives were fine, because they were still blades, but he still like the idea of wussing out and using knives as throwing knives. That just sort of defeated the purpose of melee weapons. Regardless with introductions out of the way big man Fredrick started explaining something about the ruins being ancient and technologically advanced and blah blah blah. He yawned a bit as explanations were going down and zoned out a bit. His attention snapped back when he saw that monsters were popping up. His expression changed from one of boredom to a large grin on his face. With a loud "wahoo" he sprinted forward, drawing his sword, and slicing through the first unlucky diltoad he happened across. Wanting to have more fun he started slashing and kicking at and all monsters that unlucky enough to cross his path.
Dennis was quite glad that Freya decided to go with the DDR machine. The two of them couldn't agree on much at times, or at least it seemed that way, but if there was one thing that they could agree on, it'd be DDR. The two stepped on their machines and started dancing their entire beings out. While the game was fun on its own, when it was played with Freya it took on a whole new form. It was more like friendly competition than anything else, but competition was competition nonetheless. It took every bit of his tenacious soul to not yield to Freya, because that gal could DDR. By the end of who knows how many songs he was ridiculously exhausted, and it seemed like Freya was the same way. Neither was backing down at that point and as such they continued to dance to the next song until it was clear that both of them were completely drained. He started laughing, along with a bit of wheezing from his exhaustion, at the scenario. "Tie it is." It took a good amount of effort to keep standing up but eventually he was able to and helped Freya to her feet. The two of them agreed that probably a less physically draining game would be a good idea and as such they sat down at a sit-in shooter game. This game was part of a long running series of killing zombies called Mansion of The No Longer Living. It was a bit of a mouthful to say but it was still a classic across all arcades everywhere. The two inserted their tokens and got straight to the zombie killing. The lead up to entering the mansion was calm enough. Just some simple backstory and exchange between character dialogue. Right before getting into the mansion, though, there was a surprise attack a few zombies. Simple enough to take out the gang walks into the mansion, where the game picks up at an alarming rate. The entire foyer is just filled to the brim with zombies in a mass of writing dead walkers. It took a lot of jolly co-operation and taking a few hits here and there but the two did manage to clear the entire foyer, only for the floor to collapse beneath them. The two had walked through a desolate basement until, of course, more zombies. These ones were fewer in number but took way more bullets to kill than the standard zombie. After killing some of these bigger types and continuous walking the duo eventually made it to a staircase, that was of course, flooded with weaker yet numerous amounts of zombies. After more bullets were pumped into these undead freaks they walked down the stairs to get into some weird circular room that was eerily glowing. After a bit of walking and dialogue exchange a massive boss type behemoth looking zombie burst out of the floor. After much shooting and effort the behemoth did the both of them in. Really bosses in these types of games were meant to be stupidly hard and Dennis didn't mind it any. He wasn't exactly the greatest at these games though he had no idea how Freya was feeling about it. "So wanna go play a game of skee ball or go for another round?"
After his lollipop offer was denied he put it back in his pack and shrugged it off. Regardless the two made their merry way out of the cafe, avoiding any contact with the two people that had made a scene beforehand because that was not a good. When Freya had pointed out that she didn't have a bike Dennis felt kinda bad because he didn't want to just speed along ahead of her. That would be just plain rude. So he offered her a ride on his own, in his own gentlemanly like manner...and was promptly declined. Ah well, never hurt to be polite at all, now did it? Still not wanting to feel bad about going on his own on the bike he decided not to hop on it at all and just sort of rolled it along with them as they walked towards the arcade. The wonderful world of outside was brimming with children and adults alike having fun in this wintery wonderland. He did enjoy the snow, but then again it was hard not to. The only real downside was the bitter cold but that was what extra clothing was all about. Once they arrived at the arcade he stepped inside. Wasn't too crowded at all and seemed rather slow. Though that was probably for the best since a crowded arcade was normally horrible to wriggle through. He went over to a token machine and got them paid for both of their tokens. They walked around looking for the first thing to do when they found a DDR machine and his face brightened up. "Well how about it? Let's go." Afterwards he got on the DDR machine and went with the flow of the music.
BRANDON HARRISON: ///Day 23 (5/4)\\\///Sunday October 14th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: Like a kid in a sword shop\\\ Brandon was a bit freaked out by the women with white hair's sudden outburst of questions. Though she was kidnapped last night and she didn't seem to be moving in the slightest during that time, so Brandon figured it was perfectly understandable. However his head was still exploding with all the development going on everywhere and couldn't focus on any given term because there was a lot to take in in one sitting of information. However he heard something about going out to get his swords to which Brandon immediately perked up. "In total agreeance with the policeman here in every way shape and form." Really he was more bounding in excitement at the prospect at getting his own magic sword and lightning powers. Both just sounded too ridiculously awesome to pass up the chance and not go as soon as humanly possible. The whole saving the world from zombies and dark angels and blah blah blah could take a backseat to MAGIC SWORDS.
Evan Allen Walker: {~~~Day 7 (2/3)~~~December 27th, 2015, Monday~~~Location: Cafe~~~Mood:Comrade!~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~} Torvald didn't seem too pleased by Evan's vague answer, then again no one ever really was. He would've deflected it somewhere else again, because he never really knew how to talk about his side job. However Torvald seemed to do a good enough job of that on his own. He stood up and started doing one of his grandiose rants again. However rather than speaking in words that only vaguely seemed to fit together this time it was Evan being chastised about missing the musical. That was to be expected though. Evan knew how much Torvald disliked the lazy working class man, almost as much as he hated the lazy wealthy class man. And seeing as Evan hadn't provided that substantial of an answer he could see where this was going. He did indeed refocus his attention though when Torvald had said something about Mr. Menon getting in a car crash. That old eye patched man was quite the great fellow. He always seemed to be brimming with life and could say you "fuck you" in any situation no matter the context and it would just be accepted. Evan admired that man. However he started to laugh a bit once Torvald spilled the coffee on himself. Sure it seemed like a cruel thing to do, but it wasn't like Evan knew what he could do, and besides Torvald was medical student, he figured he'd know what to do in this scenario. Regardless of this a blond haired boy ran up to his aid and Evan spaced out a bit for a second sipping his coffee. It was at this moment that he noticed "Little Baker Bro" sitting at a table with what appeared to be a female friend of his. Dennis looked at the loud noise that had come out of nowhere to see that it was coming from Torvald. He sighed and chuckled a bit at the man always being able to make a scene. Though he thought that he should've helped it looked like it was already being taken care of. But then Dennis took a better look at the table Torvald was at and saw Evan, who gave Dennis a sly looking smile before looking away. Dennis was in no mood to talk with Evan, and totally knew that given enough time Evan would walk over and start being his usual stupidly goofy self. As such Dennis looked at Freya and went, "so yeah arcade sounds like a nice place today. It's a bit after the holidays so I'm sure one nearby will be open, but close enough that it shouldn't be too crowded there. So I say let's go." After he finished that he took out a lollipop from his bag and started eating it. Realizing that might've been a bit rude he pulled out another one and extended it to Freya. "Want one?" Meanwhile Evan was still giggling a bit about the whole scene that had unfolded with Torvald. While the blond haired boy was tending to him Evan walked over to the counter, not before throwing out his finished coffee though, and grabbed himself two new coffees. The man just felt like drinking something and coffee was the most immediate thing on the menu. He placed the second one in front of Torvald. After sitting down now that the situation had calmed down he said, "so old Deadeye Julius got into a car crash of sorts hmm? Ah well I'm sure he's fine.A man like him can't be bedridden for too long after all." He casually sipped his coffee. "So have any of you or the other Fortissimo kids gone to check up on him yet or something? As tough as he is wouldn't seeing all his brilliant pupils together make him heal up that much faster?"
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Hate the fact that my internet decided to kill itself before this aired but thankfully for downloads and such. Not much to say that hasn't already been said...but hell that's not going to stop me anyway. I think you guys all did super awesome saucely fantastically great. Yeah that's a term. Really looking forward to any future ones, seeing as this was like super fun an all.
Dennis had woken up that day doing everything in the same methodical way. He got out of the covers, picked out his wardrobe for the day, got dressed, and ate breakfast. Not much was really different from any other day except for the whole having a slight cold. Really the whole thing had been really sucky and he was really questioning what he had done that day. True he needed to get his bike back from the school, and true he needed to get home from Sophie's but there were probably a myriad of other options that could've been taken. Two in particular. One being to get a ride from someone else, which he might've just ended up feeling far too uncomfortable doing. Secondly he could've just called a certain someone to get him, but he was pretty sure there was a large chance that he would've died based on that man's driving history. Regardless, he was blowing his nose when he went to go to the computer to potentially waste his day on it. Before that though his phone went off. Weird he hadn't expected anyone to text him. Checking the phone he found it to be from Freya. She wanted to hang out with him today which he was fine with. He responded a quick message saying sure, when and where. Once he got that info back he decided to go out and hang with Freya, seeing as he had nothing better to do with his day. He left the house with his bag that he used to travel anywhere, and got on his bike. Pulling out a lollipop he plopped it in his mouth and started off towards the cafe where Freya was located. Once there he parked and locked his bike up and walked into the cafe. Throwing away his finished lollipop he walked over and got an ice tea from the clerk and looked around until he found his female friend. He walked over to her noticing that her hedgehog was with her. He chuckled a bit at the funny sight before sitting down at the table she was at. "Hey Freya. So, how're you doing today?" After receiving that response with he followed with, "so what did you want to do today?" He was really down to do anything today, seeing as he originally planned on doing nothing.
Richard woke up that morning in a bored state of mind. It had taken a while, he hadn't really known how long really, but he finally came to terms with the events happening everywhere. All the plane crashes, all the freak storms, all the earthquakes, all the zombie invasions...okay that last one was still weird but he had come to terms with it as well. He had come to the conclusion that as of right now the world was completely and utterly fucked up. For some reason or another strange things were happening around the world, and no matter how inexplicably guilty he felt about all of these things, there was not a damn thing anyone could do about it. That was nature for you. An unstoppable force capable of ending everything if it so felt like it. Richard got out of bed and got ready for his day. He had been feeling lethargic, more so than his usual apathy permitted, and had finally decided to get ready and do things. He ate his meal as he usually would, just frozen food, and got dressed as he usually would. Today was the start of the new day so he did exactly what anyone would do. He pulled out his sabre, left his house, got in a car, and drove all the way to an abandon warehouse. Yup, just what any other person would do. Once there he pulled his sabre out of the car and walked inside. Empty...just the way he liked it. He got into his en garde pose and just started fencing with no one in particular. When Austin wasn't around or Richard just didn't feel like fencing with him, he practiced on his own. He quite enjoyed the emptiness that was in this warehouse. The quiet it provided. It was just the thing he needed to be able to analyze everything about himself. Everything he did. How to improve, how to stop sucking at times. And as such he fenced the air away.
Evan Allen Walker: {~~~Day 7 (2/3)~~~December27th, 2015, Monday~~~Location: Cafe~~~Mood:Comrade!~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~} << By Marx's beard! I have not seen you in a while. You have habitually disappeared on us, and I am surprised you did not lend your talents to a massive part in the musical. >> Evan's head popped up at the sound of the man's voice. He didn't actually need to look at the person to affirm who it actually was. There was only one person who could speak like that, so fluently. Nevertheless he popped his head up and looked at the man before him. "Torvy my Marxist Comrade! Man you're right, it's been like ages, or weeks, or some measure of time i'm forgetting since we last saw each other." Evan said this all with his usual exuberance in his voice. He did start to think on the second part of what Torvald said. It was true that he hadn't been around for awhile, and it also was true that he hadn't done anything, including watch, the musical. "Oh yeah that musical thing, totally forgot about that." This was not a lie in anyway. Despite being a staple of Fortissimo, the fact that they had a winter musical every year still seemed to allude the colorful figure. Really he always did a different role every year in the musical when he actually remembered it but this year was not one of those. He continued to think on that other part of what Torvald had said. "And about that whole disappearing thing, I had a bit of a out of county things to take care of for most of winter break." This was also true. What he did was something he never elaborated on no matter who asked him however. In most scenarios, including this one, it had to do with the side career of his that hardly anyone even knew about. Evan had spent most of his winter break beating the everlasting shit out of people. This was the main way Evan ever got his funds despite living alone, not really getting any financial assistance from his family (not that he ever asked for it) and seemingly having no job. The way Evan used this was by entering in kick boxing tournaments and winning prize money from them. They usually happened out of county so no one ever really saw him do his thing here in Candlewood, he never really told anyone about it because it never came up as a topic of discussion, and it usually wasn't something people expected from him. Despite all this Evan looked at Torvald and continued to drink his coffee. "So how did the musical end up going off? Anything happen around here that I missed?" Evan true to nature, and by virtue of not believing in the media, had no real idea what was going on in town whenever he dissipated so he always did like to gain a bit of current events news from people when he did come back.
It was a dawn of a new day. One that seemed to be quite different than the last ones, for no particular reason. He just felt like it was. Regardless he got out of bed after destroying his alarm "clock" once more. Getting out of bed he walked around his place and looked at the mirror. At this point he was wearing nothing but his bedtime boxer shorts and decided he should probably fix that. That and his unkempt bed head hair as well. Going over to his dresser he looked through pulling out clothing after clothing trying to find his perfect winter outfit for the day. His search finally stopped when he pulled out the perfect pair of pants, black jeans, and the perfect long sleeve shirt, just plain old white. This was good. He looked at his TV and smiled and nodded at it. It was perfect just the way it was at the moment. Next on his agenda, now that he had clothing to wear, was fixing his hair, which took all of two seconds by just patting it down with his hands. Next up on his list was food. Specifically the kind to eat. Even more specifically the kind people eat. Though he was always willing to broaden his horizons and try and get a different species perspective on food. Regardless he walked over to his refrigerator and looked over what was in there. His eyes scanned around until it looked at the food meant for all living beings...except for those that didn't eat it for whatever strange reason. This food was nothing short of the most delicious stuff, better the best stuff on earth, better than the better than the best stuff on earth. This food was none other than...bacon. While he was preparing his bacon the man looked over at his interesting Calendar and saw that it was a couple days after Christmas. What a day that was last night. Well really it was just aimless wandering and much ham eating. But it was still a wonderful holiday for him nonetheless. The man absently mindedly made his bacon, but make it he did. Whilst happily munching on that crispy meat gifted to mankind by the gods, he decided he needed something to drink as well. Cafes were a good place to go and get things to drink, if he recalled correctly. As such he put on his footwear and took the "express" way out of his place. He simply went about town looking at all the snowy wonderland all around him. How the man enjoyed the snow, in all of its carefree descent through the world. Always going wherever the wind took it. And always sitting down wherever it wished to. No one ever questioning it, it just fell. Eventually he rolled into the cafe, attracting something looks as he did such and went over to the clerk. After acquiring some coffee for himself he sat himself down at an empty table. The man simply sat back and enjoyed watching all of everyone pass by. This man was, of course, none other than Evan Allen Walker.
