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Post by raynor on Apr 26, 2009 20:32:25 GMT
"Ugh, it's cold out here..."
James Allen Raynor, aka Jim or Jimmy, stepped onto the grass, barefoot, the dew still moistening the ground. It was around 7 am, and the sun was just up in the sky. He felt the suns rays bask over him, and he smiled. It warmed him up slightly. His eyes surveyed the area, looking for other people. It didn't seem like there was anybody else out here. That sucked. He liked people.
He felt lost when he wasn't surrounded. He loved the city. There was a feeling that washed over him every time he went to one. Even though people in the city were never very happy, there was a emotional energy there that was incredible.
Schools were miniature versions, and often a lot happier. Well, only a bit. He stretched up, feeling the sun's rays touch him. He felt it's warmth course through his veins, and his energy stores getting refilled.
It was a good feeling.
He was clothed in a khaki pair of pants that had several pockets and zippers. He wore a simple solid green shirt that was about the color of a dark forest.
With a smile, he fell backward into the grass, and relaxed to the music of the birds chirping.
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