Keith walked to the train station in the rain. He was wearing dark, oldschool camo, cargo pants and black combat boots, along with his black athletic fit shirt, which showed off his size well. He didn't bother with a coat or umbrella, he didn't mind the cold. It was a gloomy night, just how he liked it, and the fog made him even happier. People avoided him as he walked along, hands in his pockets, they were afraid of him. Not to say they shouldn't be, he was massive and mean, violence was in his nature, his blood, in his soul. He had a wicked looking grin on his face. He had a duffle bag over his right shoulder with some extra clothes, his hand and arm wraps, and a tooth brush.<br/><br/>There was a polite side to Keith, he wasn't ruthless or brutal, actually rather tame when he wasn't in a rage, but no one saw that. He found it genuinely funny how close minded people could be, it made him chuckle a bit as he walked. The street lights were getting dimmer as the fog got thicker, and since he was fresh out of prison, he wasn't sure how much further to the station, but he didn't let it bother him