<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Stephen%20Rains/4bd48e26-2a62-4730-9e06-d4132a33750c_zpsc15ee5ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zach Evans<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Eden<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>No one, open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Cooling down<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pirate (http://www.halloweencostumes.com/mens-cutthroat-pirate-costume.html)<br/><hr/><br/><em>'Haven't found your voice.' Fuck.</em>But no matter how angry he felt, Zach knew he acted completely irrational about it. Only because what Eiryn said shoved his problem right in his face, why he couldn't write anything more than shit right now. Wasn't like she acted like a bitch when she said it, but all that sunk in was the criticism, and they weren't exactly pleasant. Not that he had been either, exactly. He almost felt bad about the way he acted, at least toward Isis.<br/><br/>He should've held his cool for just one more second. Then everything would've been peachy.<br/><br/>He sighed, rubbing his head where his shaved mohawk ran along the top of it, although the headscarf kept him from feeling the rough stubs of hair.<em>Fuck it.</em>Probably wouldn't see them again anyway.<br/><br/>Zach kept walking. Funny. He was complaining about the cold a few minutes ago. Now it almost felt comfortable. The streets were fairly lively, but at least there weren't any more brats running around. Trick-or-treating should've ended. The rest of the night would belong to the adults who wanted to get drunk and get laid, or the teens who thought they were tough as shit and wanted to stir up mischief around town. Even though he wasn't the only one, he felt stupid walking around in a pirate costume, but he wasn't about to go back there. Not right now.<br/><br/>His little stroll carried on for a few more blocks, and as he got closer, he could hear the thump of whatever trashy music Eden had playing, muffled through its walls. Zach wouldn't go in. It wasn't really his scene. Only one or two choice people could drag him in there, but none of them were here right now. Instead, he stood across the street with his back leaning into the building behind him and lit a cigarette. For now, he would just people-watch.