<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/dsETKzc.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chas Fortier<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Animal Control<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning, 1st Day A.E.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Granny's Diner - Counter<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mentioning Soren, Emma<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was still an early morning, with the dew still fresh upon the ground, but for Chas, it felt more like midday with his own schedule.  When most people were still enjoying a late snooze, his day was often already kicked into high gear.  A simple breakfast at home, a vigorous work out, usually kicking out whomever shared his bed the previous evening (occasionally adding in a different sort of workout) before getting out and about.<br/><br/>He had a reputation to keep, as the town's most eligible bachelor, in his own humble opinion.<br/><br/><em>Case in point</em>, he thought, as he sat at the counter of the diner and looked at the sort of riff-raff that was his competition among the hearts and minds of the fairer sex of the town.  The weird and crazy hermit that lived out in the woods, in some trailer.  Chas had watched him enter the place in his usual way, retreating to the back of the diner.  The competition.  Ha!  What did that fool have that he didn't?  Some bird shit and a run down trailer?  A piece of crap truck?<em>Competition</em>, he thought disdainfully with a snort.<br/><br/><em>Nobody slays the ladies like me</em>, he thought as he went back to his usual plate of eggs and coffee.<br/><br/>Speaking of ladies, he thought to himself, with a reflection upon the new, strange face in town.  It was hard for any woman to escape Chas's attention.  The new girl was no different.  She was cute.<em>I'd do her</em>, he thought to himself with a glance down to her, taking a bite of eggs.  But he didn't dare approach her.  No.  Not yet.  Let some other fools break the ice with her, make her see what sort of dregs the men around town were, before he would ride in like a knight in shining armor.<br/><br/>Instead, he turned back to the newspaper beside his eggs, just staring at the pictures as he bided his time.