<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://womansinsite.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/JJ-Watt-cowboy-hat.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cash McCloud<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning day 1<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Arriving at orientation<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White Stetson, white western shirt, blue jeans, black cowboy boots<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The road seemed to roll on forever since leaving the airport and all he had ever truly known to be crammed into the back of an unmarked Lincoln hardly built for someone his size.  The two men in black suits in front made the conditions even worse by their seeming refusal to offer even a single kind or encouraging word, the silence becoming more uncomfortable by the moment.  Still, Cash knew the decision he had made was right, the letter he had received from the Community running through his mind in confirmation.  His country needed him now and it was his duty to serve just as his daddy and generations before.  The fact that the mission involved making babies rather than taking lives was all the better.<br/><br/>Cash's blue eyes finally rose from his dad's Sunday meeting Stetson resting in his lap as his mamma's admonition to make the best of any situation came to mind.  His large frame then leaned forward until his chin came to rest upon the bench seat before him.  He struggled for a moment to find the right words then finally spoke.<br/><br/>"Where are you two from? I mean originally? What's this community like?"  Cash even flashed that 'Big Money' smile he often kept for the media but to no avail as neither man spoke a word nor truly acknowledged his presence.  Cash shook his head slightly at the non-reaction but was not yet deterred, remembering how his coaches always taught him to never give up on the first try.<br/><br/>"So do you guys like football?  I used to be pretty good, not to brag..."  Cash's grin grew wider and more genuine as the man on the passenger side turned his head to face him.<br/><br/>"We know who you are, son, now why don't you just sit back and relax.  We will be there soon enough"  The man's expression never really changed and certainly showed no sign of being impressed.  Cash simply sighed and chalked things up to the pair not liking football or, even worse, maybe the pair were a couple of Sooner fans.  Either way, Cash decided to do as he was told, leaning his broad back against his seat.  The car was just entering the forest when one last thought crossed his mind.<br/><br/>"Hey, how about some music?  You guys got any good country stations around here?"  His last word was barely leaving his mouth as he was greeted by the sound of a plexiglass panel rising up from the front seat to seperate the two compartments.  Cash took that as a solid no and again began to wonder just what he had gotten into.  Only one way to go and that was straight ahead, his gaze drifted over the trees as they flew by putting him into a near sleep before the vehicle finally came to a stop.<br/><br/>In the next instant, Cash's door was flung open and the man from the passenger side stood motioning him to exit.  Cash hauled his six and a half foot frame out of that near sardine can and brushed off his daddy's gift.  He remembered how the old man only wore that particular white Stetson to church and how he had passed it down to his boy while telling him to make the family proud.  His father wanted his son to make a proper first impression and, for a real Texan, it all started with the hat.  Cash took in the sight of the auditorium he was directed toward as he placed that Stetson just right then ran his enormous hands over his simple white western shirt and denim jeans to smooth out the material from the ride.  His black cowboy booted steps then led him directly to the auditorium and whatever future waited inside.<br/><br/>Opening the door, he hesitated for just a split second, appearing as a massive shadow in the entryway.  He knew no one and didn't expect to see a single familiar face.  For just that moment, he flashed back to his first day of practice as a freshman, how it wasn't until that first solid hit that he felt at home.  He assumed something similar now, that once he met that first friendly face, he could settle  and do all that his country asked of him.  For now, he moved toward the refreshment table thankful for what was offered though he did think a cold longneck would have knocked the edge off better.<br/>