[Funkduder]

Light. thought Gawain as he crawled out of his alley in the street. His clothes looked tattered, despite being bought only a week ago...or rather stolen, because that was the day that he finally was free to do as he wanted. Over the past week, the chaos that ensued slowly convinced him that the absence of adults was worse than he originally thought.

He checked the abandoned hotdog stand; it was empty; and walked off with a urge to eat something...anything, really. Behind his light blue eyes, there were definite signs of suffering amplified by his skinny build.

Suddenly he heard a noise, a music that he hadn't heard before...Is that a carnival?

Looking to the sun, he saw, for the first time in a week, electricity. Lights shined and music played on the theme park across the bay, and the roller coasters and signs of happiness only drew him in, into the King of the Deep.

OOC:
Gawain: 13, black hair, blues eyes, skinny, about 5 ft. flat.
Setting: Theoretical dystopian NY. A artificial island theme park was created off the coast of Manhattan Island before the adults of the world disappeared. The time scape shows that after the first week of children running about, there are signs of weariness and discomfort in the new situation. No one knows for sure, how the adults disappeared...or do they?