The park, on this day, was not very crowded. Then again, nobody ever really gets out on Sundays. The few people there were- probably about 10 or so- either walked along the long, winding, tar colored track, which stretched along the nearby dark lake. Two people could be seen dropping crumbs nearby the edge of the lake, attracting a group of male and female mallards towards them. And if they weren’t near the lake, they were sitting beneath the light colored trees with their dark colored leaves in colors of green and even red, made even darker when silhouetted against the orange, sunset sky.
Not far from one part of the lake, a figure sits down in the green grass, his legs criss-cross. He is seen leaning over a small object he holds in his hands, seemingly tinkering with it. The object seems to be a small, metal wind-up toy that the figure is fiddling around with, with a screwdriver. The male himself has messy, ear-length golden-blonde hair. peach colored skin, and wears yellow goggles with opaque, amber colored lenses, over his eyes. At least, opaque from your perspective. His coat is a dark yellow, with a furred collar that also outlines the hood of his coat, and two strings dangling from the collar that each have a cotton ball on the end of them, as well as matching golden yellow buttons lining his coat down the middle.
He wears two brown belts around his waist, each one overlapping each other. The top belt holds a matching brown pouch on the left of the male’s waist, and the bottom one which holds two tools, a hammer and a wrench. The belt also holds a canister-shaped object colored tinted-gold, with silver spikes jutting out of one end. His jeans are brown, with a hole ripped at the knee of his left pant leg. He wears lighter brown boots over his jeans, with the rubber on the bottom being the same dark brown as the jeans.
The male continued to sit, clearly very focused on whatever it was he holds in his hands. Oblivious to his surroundings, even. Some people even passed him by, regarding him with odd looks but going on with his day. Clearly, he was very focused and distracted.
_________________ Procrastination is like paint thinner. It's fun to smell, but it slowly kills you on the inside!DON'T JUDGE THE ASPARAGUS FOR WANTING TO GROW UP INTO A TREETHE APOCALYPSE IS APPROACHING! *Hides behind a conveniently placed sofa and puts a large metal cooking pot on my head* O3Oviewtopic.php?f=6&t=50697 *Places a finger to my lips* Do not disturb the little kiddies whilst resting... e.e Or I shall CZCHKECHK you!
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