<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fd/a4/9d/fda49d9b214e57f086a2aa5513fc3f34.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Barry Louis<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Town Hermit<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning, 1st Day A.E.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Granny's Diner<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jasmine, Gold, Megan, Lothar, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Barry was happy to see that Jasmine was OK. Smiling warmly while opening his large mouth while she thanked him, beaming with pride, trying to find a few words to make conversation when a quick (slightly awkward) silence passed between them. Barry was not stupid, even though he had heard the whispers here and there about people believing that the man was rather dull or simple. The truth was that he just did not really see a lot of the Storybrook folks in his everyday life. The man was just unpracticed with normal conversation. Even now, in the perfect opportunity to have one, Barry just couldn't think of anything to talk about.<strong>"Do you like honey-"</strong>was the first thing that came to his mind. His eye's catching the way she started to lick the remnants of his Bearclaw from her fingers.<br/><br/>Unfortunately what was quite possibly the best conversation topic ever conceived was squashed by the arrival of another, much more powerful and sociable man that Barry Louis. Mr. Gold, the owner of the local antique shop and easily the most powerful man in town, arrived on scene in short order. Barely even glancing to acknowledge Barry's presence before speaking directly to Jasmine. Barry could admit, at least to himself, that he felt a little hurt by it. The feeling of being ignored, but that sort of thing was normal for Mr. Gold. The old gentlemen walked that thin line of respect and intimidation, falling more so to the latter when it came to people like the "crazy hermit" of Storybrooke. And it was true, Barry was intimidated by him. Mr. Gold was half his size, and probably weighed three times less than Barry. But there was something about Gold, and something inside of Barry. A deep, powerful instinct that warned the large man - "Be afraid of Mr. Gold"<br/><br/><strong>"Good morning Mr. Gold"</strong>one of the few people he would not call 'little cub'.<strong>"I think she is alright, sir"</strong>he offered in his best 'helpful' tone. Knowing that Gold was a busy man, and hated to waste time. Thankfully, Barry was given something else to focus on by the arrival of Megan! Leaning against the strange Yellow Bug in the parking lot.<strong>"Good morning Megan, how are you doing today?"</strong>Barry smiled wide, even lifting his hand to give her a little wave without moving from where he stood.<br/><br/>Right about that time the local Sheriff passed by, and broke the tail light of the car parked in his spot. Barry's head followed the Sheriff as he walked inside, muttering under his breath<strong>"Well that wasn't very nice"</strong>.