(( Alright, gonna give this a shot. It's been awhile. ))
The setting: A park on a warm summer day. People are out and about, walking their dogs and letting their children play on the playground. The sound of laughter and birds is all in the clean, crisp air. In the center of this park there is a great lake with a beautiful backdrop of the city. Many come here to relax and to think and reflect.
--- Opening post ---
"What a grand day to be alive!"
Being out in the sun was a splendorous feeling for Grimm, a man that was used to sleeping the entire day away and only coming out at nighttime. He had decided to wear a white tank top and some jeans - and being the big, ex-fighter he was, his muscles shown through his clothes. Clearly he was not in the best shape of his life, but it hadn't faded in the years he'd been out.
Unfortunately, because of his shaved head and rather mean, rough looking appearance, people didn't make eye-contact with him that much other than a wave here and there. Grimm paid them no mind and kept his thoughts on what sort of jokes he would be making at his stand up gig later that evening. He was also keeping his eyes on the birds! He absolutely loved the way the little squeakers acted, fluttering around doing birdy things.
As long as they didn't poop on his head...
((Alright, gotta knock the RP rust off. Sorry this post is so bland...)