[b]"No lollygagging."[/b] A fat cop called out.

In downtown Modern City, a relatively tall, broad-shouldered, and masculine figure boredly walked past the traffic officer, hands resting in his pockets, every step unhurried, and yet concise and brisk. His appearance was incredibly shady, but only due to the literal lack of any skin showing. Otherwise, he only got a small glance from the drivers and passerbys, before they went on their way. The man in question wore a black hoodie, with the hood up, in a color that was so black, it seemed to absorb the light from around his body. Along with this was a simple pair of the same midnight-colored jeans, and regular sneakers that broke the all-black monotony. It was black, but with white completing the ensemble. Otherwise known as Chuck Taylors. Over the hoodie, he wore an open collared jacket - the exact same color as the rest of his clothing. If he had anything on his hands, it wasn't evident, due to the fact that said hands were currently hiding in his jacket.

Not to mention, his face was completely shaded by darkness - probably from the hood. You could see absolutely nothing.

As he walked by a parent-child combo, on the sidewalk, the man finally took his right hand out of his pocket, revealing that yes - his hands were gloved as well. In his grip, was a plain white note, with neat, yet scrawling black letters scribbled through the middle. [b]"...Pick up some milk, flour, and taco shells. I would do it, but I'm...crippled."[/b] He read slowly. His voice was...odd, as well. It seemed almost muffled, and it didn't have any specific tone or pitch. It was just low, and rather disembodied, as if he was speaking through a veil of pitch-lowered speakers. It had an almost inhuman feel to it, but not quite. The figure snorted, pocketing the note, and looking up at the sun. Curiously enough, even as he looked straight up, physics did not come into play. His hood stayed completely still, and his face was still completely shadowed. Odd.

[b]"Dick."[/b] He hated going out during the bright, sunny days.

Jason pocketed his hands once more, heading for the local supermarket.