《Roman》<br/>Location: Abendblume<br/>Present: Rebel<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fright" style="float:right;margin:0 0 5px 10px">
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</div>As per usual, the dining area was full of the average Abendblume citizens with not a hale in sight, however, the kids on Roman's team were there with their parents for the usual dinner fare. After a couple of attempts, Dan was able to find a kid who had some idea where Roman was. He'd seen him just before dinner, outside, hanging out near the makeshift practice field. It hardly seemed a surprise as Roman had nearly perfected the art of being around while not being around.<br/><br/>He liked the smell of the outdoors and the grass and he sat comfortably on the ground with a notebook spread across his crossed legs deeply considering some things while he made notes on the pages. Lineups, rosters, and positions; all things that would never be used, but his mind ticked away at them as though they had a purpose. In the moments in between thoughts, he doodled in the margins of the pages adding little cartoonish pictures of team logos and mascots from major and minor teams that probably didn't exist. Still, he had to believe his heroes were alive and well. Greg Maddux, Pedro Martinez, and hands down Randy Johnson, the left-handed Mariner who'd inspired his adult career.<br/><br/>Looking off into the distance, he was daydreaming, remembering those better days when he was surprised by Dan's approach. He looked up, surprised, then a moment's confusion, then he greeted the fitness coach with a nod and casual, "hey man, what's up?"