[Atticus!]

Thor's long, bony frame was wrapped up in layers upon layers of clothing. He was a mass of floral print and vomit colored hues slowly moving his way through the windy cities streets. Stuffed under his arms and in a wagon behind him were many colorful abstract paintings that didn't help is vomit-spectrum appearance. The young man sighed, "This is such a long walk." He thought, pausing to shift his stiff bones in hopes of keeping a good grasp on his belongs. This was a typical day for an artist like him.. Dragging his art work across the city length, hoping people would visit the local art show.

Maybe I should have stayed home.." He thought, sniffling loudly. Thor ducked his head into his three thin, silk scarves, hiding his face from the cold when he hit something firm, knocking him back! Thor quickly looked up to see the two well dressed men, one of them looking as though he ate twenty very sour lemons.. or maybe he was just grimacing upon seeing Thor's face? "I.. I... My bad!" He whimper, his lanky figure sprawled across the cement, arms flailing frantically for the paintings.

Florence coughed, almost as though he were choking, "My GOD he's hideous!" The Purugly whispered to his partner, "Look at that NOSE!!" Though, he shifted impatiently and took a few heavy steps through the colorful mess, he waited for Fabio, staring down at Thor with disgust.