<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, OPEN<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"<strong>Bum bum bum, doooo dut do du do.</strong>" Barry hummed lightly to himself like he did every morning. Same tune progression, same notes as always while he slowly marched through the underbrush towards the main road of town. His mouth turned up in a pleased grin as the anticipation of getting his morning treat settled on his thoughts. "<strong>Bum bum bum, doooo dut do du do.</strong>" His hand reached out to push a branch away from smacking him in the face, jumping over a fallen log and landing in the ditch which bordered the concrete road. Like everyday he'd woken up early. Tidied up a few things around his shack and heated up a pot of tea. He'd watch the sunrise, as always, then head in to town to visit the local bakery just after it had opened. All while quietly humming the made up song without words, and letting his hips and boots dance a little jig during the short walk. It might have seemed a little ridiculous. A giant man like Mr. Barry Louis asking for a bakers dozen of chocolate donuts with extra sprinkles. But in this town everyone had their own mysterious habits that never changed! This was just Barry's personal vice.<br/><br/>The man fit his wife frame through the door and asked the pretty lady behind the counter how she was doing, as normal, then stared up for a brief second at the chalk menu above her. There were so many delicious options! His large mouth opened to repeat the same ordered he'd placed for... well forever, but then in the last second hesitated. For whatever reason, he noticed an item on the menu he'd never taken enough time to actually read. His fingers scratched at the beard on his chin, and (feeling a bit adventurous today) changed his order. "<strong>Let me get one of them Bear Claws... With extra honey on it instead of the sprinkles. Bum bum bum.</strong>" The sweet treat was absolutely delicious. After his first one, Barry ordered three more. Chomping down on the soft, warm texture while exiting the bakery. He felt energized! Excited at the new experience, which in turn lead the man to make more changes in his normal routine. Maybe today he would go for a walk in town, instead of just heading back home.<br/><br/>Barry pulled the heavy dark hiker's jacket more tightly around his shoulders. One hand working at the zipper, while his other clenched the two remaining Bear Claws. Biting through both at the same time, and smearing his mouth with the sweet honey. He rounded the corner and spotted Granny's Diner just at the end of the block. For an early morning there was quite the crowd scarfing down some of those delicious pancakes! "<strong>MMMM... Pancakes sound good. Not as good as you though little thing,</strong>" he mused childishly to the Bear Claws. 'Then again...' Barry thought, 'I better find out which is better'.<br/><br/>He picked up the pace a little, hearing the sound of a car backfire echoing from up ahead, followed by the surprised cry of a woman's voice. Barry stopped in his tracks, took another bite of the BC's, and looked for the source of distress.<br/><br/>"<strong>Well hey there little cub, you alright,</strong>" Barry's voice was filled with a natural sympathy and kind, passive tone. Which for people he met for the first time was a bit startling given the man's enormous size and stature. He had watched Jasmine fall outside the diner, reaching it his honey and crumbs covered hand to help her back on her feet.