<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/untitled-3.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Logan Masons<br/>18<br/>Fashion Designer<br/><br/>It was another long and busy day. The wind had picked up and the cold chilly wind was a relief from the hot and humid sunny day. The trees were dead. Their leaves when they fell to the ground were crunchy and brittle. The cars in the streets were roaring by. The people walking wore very little clothing. Just what was needed for respectability. Short to no sleeved shirts could be seen everywhere. Capri's to shorts were seemingly the in thing. As animals that were strays ran to and from. Everyone seeming so busy on such a hot and humid day.<br/><br/>The young man staring out the window looks around. He was the best of the best but he had a problem. He was being stalked by some man who claimed she loved him. Yet he's never met this man in his entire life. He was a fashion designer who was very famous. He even wore many of his own outfits and garments that he designed. He sighs and picks up the phone.<br/><br/>He needed a body guard. And he needed the best out of the best. Yet he knew not where to find someone like that. He sighs and puts an ad in the newspaper requesting a bodygaurd. One with the background and training of a secret agent. He just knew he needed protectionâ€¦before the stalker took things to the next level.<br/><br/>(picture this playing when he walks into a room)<br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Djj7jW6ny2M"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/Djj7jW6ny2M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object>