Note: I, LHG100, have exited this RP, but I'm leaving my post here for formality and future reference.
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[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGzoJYMhwKo]Nathan's Day[/url][/center]

Nathan Danielsson, one of the residents of that Suburb, was not having a good day. He was trying to appreciate a 'sick-day', which was really just an excuse for him to be lazy for an entire 24 hours, but it was very boring. His books weren't enough anymore. 'Anime' was boring. Nathan looked over his bedroom, where he was lethargically staying in place on the bed for a few hours at this point.

He slowly got up and went to his cupboard, and showed to himself that yes, the hidden slot was still working. He pulled it out fully, and got out a small box. He set it on the top of the cupboard and opened it, gazing at the contents. He mumbled to himself, ".44... Enough to blow your head clean off. Still in good condition.. This hasn't seen any actual action, and I intend to keep it that way.", and began cleaning it. When he was done and put it back, he went to his kitchen. He went over the contents in his fridge, and got out some Whiskey, downing the equivalent of a few shots.

An 'aah' later, and Nathan mused. "I keep my gun loaded, Jack keeps me loaded. Good on him.". Slightly buzzed, he put his drink back and acquired his cellphone from the bedroom before checking it and his contacts. Audibly listing the contents, "Boss, Mom, Dad, Brother, Pizza..", and when he was done, he realized he didn't really have any [i]friends[/i]. 'And I was in a party mood...'

"...Fuck it, I don't need friends to have a good time..!", Nathan angrily rambled while investigating his house for his keys which he lost every other day. "They'd all just be.. two-timing dames, or meatheads or something anyway..." Nathan couldn't find his keys, so he decided he'd just hike Mt. Ebott for fun. That could be fun. Hiking is enjoyable, right?

Nathan packed his bags and traded the contents of his business suitcase for hiking related things. He then realized he never actually got dressed and he was in his underwear right before opening the door. Blaming the whiskey, he then actually got dressed, and remembered to put his Grandfathers' old boots on. Whenever he was wearing those, he always felt like he could do the right thing. He put on his casual attire, deeming it good enough, and had a simple white T-shirt and khaki shorts on when all was said and done. Of course, the self-image of being a badass hiker immediately died when he noticed he put his comfiest pair of socks on, which were pink. Whatever, he just bolted out the door at that point.

He began his walk through the wilderness soon enough, taking a detour to evade other peoples' attentions as much as possible. He soon got to the base of the mountain and began walking the paths on it up, taking in the fresh mountain air through his nostrils. Arriving about halfway up the mountain, he plopped his ass down and checked his bags. 'Emergency Rations, Mountain Knife.. Why the hell is my detective outfit in here?... Medical supplies... Beer?'. Was alcohol in his bag the entire time?

Well, no party is complete without some drinking. He popped that bottle open and finished it in record time. Obviously, he was wrong on always making the best decision when he his 'Ass-kicking boots' on. He realized this, when he forgot to actually bring along his phone, and he had only 'one' sick day. Might as well see it through, as is the Danielsson way. Nathan drunkenly continued his bizarre adventure, tripping and going unconscious right before he reached a strange looking cave he found near the top.
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