The rain falls in steady sheets casting a gray veil over the world..Puddles form on the cracked asphalt, reflecting the overcast sky above..Larry Johnson stands alone, leaning slightly against the brick wall of the gymnasium. His posture is relaxed, one foot slightly forward, shoulders loose, hands casually holding a cigarette. The smoke curls upward in lazy spirals, merging with the mist in the air

His attire was the typical. Larry had long dark brown hair and yellow toned tan skin, He also had brown eyes which always rested at a neutral state, unless experiencing strong emotions. He had a mole under his right eye and a gap in his teeth. He was typically seen with his light-mid beige shirt that has the "SF" logo on it accompanied by blue jeans with a chain on the left side and dark brown shoes.

The cigarette dangles from his lips as he takes slow and deliberate drags. Each exhale is a rhythm that matches the steady downpour.. in his mind anyway. He flicks ash occasionally, not caring where it lands, completely lost in the silence. The wet denim clings coldly to his arms and shoulders, but he doesn’t move to avoid it. He’s not hiding from the rain he’s become part of it..

Time feels suspended. Larry just stands, still and unbothered, letting the gray rain washed world move around him while he remains perfectly in place, smoking a cigarette.. getting high… that was until he heard a commotion coming from behind him