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Post by Harold A. F. Bledri on Mar 15, 2013 9:24:01 GMT -5
He didn't care that his 'interests' were said to be here. Next time he heard of any form of gathering, he was checking Google to make sure where it was before he blindly set out for it. He could see why curiosity killed the cat. There was practically nothing to this little town, and he'd already made up his mind to make it his home - at least until the next big thing came along.
But for the time being, he was currently in a small little town; nestled somewhere in the middle of South Dakota. He supposed his only moment of good fortune was that it was currently spring. He really didn't want his first impression of the town to be the middle of winter. That was only able to end badly. Of course, winter's in the UK were bad as well, but he'd gotten used to weather's of his last home of Georgia. Practically none at all. Well, he supposed that wasn't true either, not with global warming.
He made his way into what he could only assume was the only place to eat out. He supposed he'd have to get use to it, he wasn't much of a cooker himself. He walked into the Diner, all wide eyed and practically screaming, 'I'm new here! HELLO!!' with just his facial features alone. Seeing an empty spot at the counter, he walked over and sat down, his signature smile already in place. He grabbed the menu and began to look through it. It had been a long journey here, and he was starving.
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