He rested lightly on his cane, his good eye looking around the lawn. He was completely detached from it all, taking it in as a cold observer. Perhaps, others would have noted the beauty of the place, but he only noted the people. Not their physical looks, more simply, their stances. Which ones had had a bad past, which ones were spoiling for a fight, he saw it all, through their simple, nearly missable body language.
"Well..This was one good choice.." he murmured sarcastically to himself, voice low and rough. His vowels boasted of a scottish accent, but he spoke so low, and his voice was so rough, that it was almost unnoticable.
As usual, his blind eye was covered by a bandage type thing, which also served as a bandana to keep his hair out of his good eye. He stood out rather spectacularily against the snow, with his red hair, and his completely black clothes, but he didn't care. Let someone talk to him. It'd be their loss. 'And mine too..' he added to himself. He adjusted his leather jacket with a single hand, pulling out a pill bottle and pouring two into his hand, popping them in his mouth and swallowing them without water.
"Well..This was one good choice.." he murmured sarcastically to himself, voice low and rough. His vowels boasted of a scottish accent, but he spoke so low, and his voice was so rough, that it was almost unnoticable.
As usual, his blind eye was covered by a bandage type thing, which also served as a bandana to keep his hair out of his good eye. He stood out rather spectacularily against the snow, with his red hair, and his completely black clothes, but he didn't care. Let someone talk to him. It'd be their loss. 'And mine too..' he added to himself. He adjusted his leather jacket with a single hand, pulling out a pill bottle and pouring two into his hand, popping them in his mouth and swallowing them without water.