I Just Wanna Live. (Open)

[Roy Atenwood]

"......well, this place is just like I left it. Not that I know much about it...Heh."

He lit the cigarette that was hanging out of his mouth, and laughed before taking a drag. It was a long, slightly off kilter laugh. An emo looking kid looked at him with contempt, and didn't even veil it. So Roy walked over to him and punched him in the face.He was wearing four hundred dollar shoes, and looked so damn sad. Needed the look wiped off his face.

Roy adjusted the red leather jacket he was wearing, took another drag, and flicked the ashes onto the shirt of the screaming, bloody nosed boy who was on the ground, now.

"Don't look at me like that. Stop crying. Get a fuckin' job. Simple plan listenin' new age cryin' fucktard. You've got a fuckin' Hummer. You're not poor. You've got nothing to bitch about."

He mounted the old Harley he had aquired upon...leaving...Minnesota. A 1958 FLH. Bright red. He loved the damn thing. It was his only friend, so to speak. After riding on down the street for a while, until he came to a small coffee shop. Ordering a small black coffee, he sat at a table, and drank it, trying to wake himself up. He was always tired at around eight in the morning, too.

Pulling his jacket tighter, and zipping it, he hid the white dress shirt and blue tie he hadn't had time to change out of before he had been noticed leaving. Luckily, his black jeans and boots looked as biker-ish as the rest of what he was wearing....

[ovahlord]

No Expresso for Me Thanks

"One night the clock struck twelve and the window open wide! ~" That behemoth was singing rather loudly, mind you, not with a horrid voice, but with one that was actually quite fluid, sort of that old timey feel, sultry as it were.. but that did not stop him from being any more obnoxious, as the ends did not justify the means. Instead, that steel embedded leather boot was clapped into the door, kicking it open, far too lazy to remove his hands from his pockets, even despite the fact kicking it open took more effort.

Inwards he strolled, his continued voice echoing through out the small coffee shop, paying no heed to the disturbance he may have been paying others. That was, behind a veil of black titanium and ceramic, a set of blue hues were glaring eagerly among the inhabitants of said place. It did not take him long to find the counter, and to which he just took a leap upwards and landed those long legs down onto a stool in front of it. Crouching, feet placed perfectly while knees splayed into a degree that someone of his size should not have been capable of.

"Mm...you guys got anything besides coffee?" He asked a rather bewildered female behind the counter, his brow cocked rather high on his face as he watched her. The sound of rather loud rock music was echoing from the sides of that mask, where a set of headphones among other things had been embedded into it with a long time of trial and error. Hands free from those BDU pants he would have slipped them back, adjusting the black twill trench coat hanging over his body so it could flow freely. A thick black vest clung to his body, but due to its obvious size difference he had plenty of movement available save for bending forwards that is.

Likewise, black leather gloves hung to his hands, a gift, although unknown to him just why he had received such gifts, he would not look a gift horse in the mouth. "Well? Cat got your fuckin' tongue?" He asked, that Mp3 player flipping over to a song by Ice Cube. To be specific Today was a Good Day. It was a curious situation, considering all the odd people running around this town, why in the hell was she so intimidated.