WHO: Kyle Kingston and OPEN. WHAT: Kyle actually decided to leave his apartment! WHEN: After midnight, meaning it's totally the way early morning of 7/3. WHERE: It begins in a park... WARNINGS: Kyle is still a superficial douchenozzle.
Kyle wasn't in a rush to show the world his face. Sure, pretty much anyone that saw his last couple posts on that network thing had already seen it, but that was different. That was a tiny picture, and a tiny picture wasn't in person. And he hadn't even wanted to do that for a long time.
But none the less, he wasn't in a rush to show his face to the average person. Apparently all the people that had gotten sucked from wherever and dumped off in Lawrence were used to hideous or something, or maybe they were just used to weird, so it was kinda different showing them tiny pictures of himself. But the average person on the street? That was another story entirely. The last time he'd gone out without his helmet he'd slipped up and someone had gotten a look at him. He'd heard the gasp, he'd seen the look on the woman's face before she hurried away. No matter what those complex people said, Kyle knew he was a monster.
Still. He was eighteen years old, he didn't really want to spend the rest of his life stuck inside his tiny apartment. Hell, he couldn't even stand staying inside his mansion back where he was from, and he had anything he could possibly want there. Except, you know, his dad. But that was beside the point.
So, Kyle had decided to go for a walk. Considering it was July it was pretty damn hot out, but that didn't keep him from wearing his black hoodie again, with the hood pulled up over his head. Along the way he stopped to crouch down and pretend to do something like tie his shoes every so often when he saw someone coming towards him, but really, that was a self defense thing. Doing that kept him from hearing that gasp or seeing that expression again.
Eventually he came to a little park, the sort that had benches and a pond and everything. Glad to simply be out of his apartment, he didn't mind sitting down for a minute. The closest street lamp was behind him anyway, the light wouldn't shine onto his face, and his back was to the path so in the darkness his face probably wouldn't freak anyone out.
Confident enough that he wouldn't be seen, Kyle even pushed up the sleeves of that hoodie he wore. Sure, you could kinda see his ugly ass tattoos that he didn't want, and the scars he never actually got hurt to achieve, but it wasn't like people were around. The place was deserted enough that, after sitting there for a moment, he went as far as to push the hood off of his head.