<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Decorated%20images/heise.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Jaren Wright<br/>16<br/>Bookworm<br/><br/>Jaren was finishing up his final class. He had to get to the bar. A mathmatician he was hired by the owner of the most exotic, exclusive, most frequented bar/club in the entire city. And it was a HUGE city. He packs his bag up. Pushing his slightly oversized glasses up onto his nose where they belonged. And hums to himself. Taking his book he was reading and opens it. He was talented. He could read and walk. Without getting in any sort of danger. It was like a weird sort of instinct. He didn't put the book down even to cross streets or open doors. He became absorbed in his book.<br/><br/>Weaving in and out of the crowd. Stopping at crosswalks and crossing when it was safe to do so. He moved out of skateboarders ways and even the occasional punk or thug. He tended to often be overlooked. Expecially when he was reading a book like he was now. The shy, quite, and timid type it was easy to over look him.<br/><br/>He puts his book away and walks into the bar/club. The bouncers knew him by name. The strippers and bartenders did too. They all treated him like their younger brother. He smiles and walks to the bartender. "Can I get a soda?" he asks. Getting a pepsi and sits. Drinking it as had 30 minutes til work started.