<div class="floatleft">(http://i1076.photobucket.com/albums/w448/KalebHyde/Mobile%20Uploads/raven-cs96_zpsteleamfc.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jason 'Trey' Richards III<br/><strong>Occupation: </strong>Unemployed<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Morning - 1st day A.E.<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Granny's Diner<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, mentions Emma<br/><hr/><br/>Trey rested at an otherwise empty table within Granny's as he so often did, whiskey influenced cup of hot tea steaming before him with intention of chasing away the pain rolling about in his skull from the prior evening.  Details of the night remained foggy, a consequence of an alcohol addled memory, but the one thing which was clear was that the party had gone on far too late for him to be conscious this damn early.  There he was, however, with crimson tinged raven curls falling down before a pair of barely open icy blue eyes while some small part of him thought maybe he should make something of the day for once before a dismissive smirk would form and another sip taken.<br/><br/>His eyes would widen slightly each time the sound of entry into the diner could be heard, partially from curiosity though overwhelmingly from the fact that each ring of that infernal bell seemed to bring back that ache inside his head.  A silent cursing grazed his lips when the backfiring truck shook the window though he held no true ill will for any.  Each was a familiar face to him, to at least some extent, as nothing ever really seemed to change.  Same people with their same habits, same jobs, same lives.  He knew that sort of order and structure would have driven him straight out of his mind, thus he chose the 'chaos' of spending every day haunting the town's varied businesses and every night in a bottle or, on a good night, with a bad woman.<br/><br/>Such living did hold disadvantages as it often found Trey at odds with what the citizenry considered the law.  He sat up a bit straighter as he remembered he would soon be once more standing in front of a judge pleading his case to the court's mercy.  Just what was wrong with a little smash and grab when something caught the eye of a young lady he was showing a good time?  Sure the fortune left by his deceased father could have likely bought such objects tenfold, but then where would the fun be in that.  The money did always seem useful, however, when it came to avoiding serious punishment despite how 'off-with-his-head' his accuser might be.<br/><br/>He finally decided to push out such thoughts of potential incarceration by feigning a keener interest in his surroundings as he absently smoothed out a wrinkle in his obviously slept-in, black Slayer t-shirt.  Just as he had suspected earlier, the place seemed filled with the usual suspects, people he knew but most likely wouldn't want to admit knowing him.  He smiled lightly as he considered the men to be far more fitting of society's standards.  Conformists he considered them though most saw nothing wrong with holding a job and making a life within community standards.  The women in town either wanted nothing to do with him or didn't wish to admit knowing him in polite company.  Trey's average looks and average build very seldom attracted on first impression and he often treated his inheritance with disdain.  Those few who did get closer often found their walk on the wild side one they kept hidden away.<br/><br/>Trey's gaze would continue its subtle judgment, slipping from one to another to the next when abruptly he would double take, shifting back to the blonde at the counter.  Those blues would narrow as they crawled down her spine in assessment.  The tea cup met his lips as a small inner voice sing-songed<em>one of these things is not like the others, one of these things doesn't belong</em>.  He brought the tea cup back to the table a bit harshly as he had felt the lukewarm contents on his chin.  The back of his hand then quickly rose to wipe his flesh in hopes no one had noticed as he sat back wondering if he was losing his mind.  His blues slowly returned to Emma though attempting to hide his interest in one his brain could find no previous memory existing.<br/>