Hat-tori
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
James smiled as he hooked another fish, pulling it up over his head to have it land in the large pail behind him. It was an old trick a friend had taught him when he was but a child. James had been living in the hills for almost five years, since he was about sixteen. He left home, took a bunch of supplies, and made his way there. He was a carrer hunter and fisherman, and while he didn't make much money, he only needed enough for clothes, and the occasional food he couldn't grow or hunt. His seasoned outdoorsman life showed in his body, with muscular arms, a toned chest, tanned skin, and powerful legs. His eyes were sharp, alert, but somehow still filled with happiness he had when he had arrived, icy blue. His teeth straight and clean. He even kept his hair clean, shampoo being his greatest expense.
He was a simple man with simple tastes. His clothes rarely had buttons, simple sweatpants and shirts. The sweatpants almost always lost their drawstrings within weeks. But there was a problem.
His older clothes were disappearing from the clothesline. His food was vanishing from the outdoors icebox.
He frowned as he caught another, hearing it splash in the bucket.
He was a simple man with simple tastes. His clothes rarely had buttons, simple sweatpants and shirts. The sweatpants almost always lost their drawstrings within weeks. But there was a problem.
His older clothes were disappearing from the clothesline. His food was vanishing from the outdoors icebox.
He frowned as he caught another, hearing it splash in the bucket.