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((OOC: Never really cared to go to a comic con but I figured it would be fun to start something with a dominant guy who went for his first time and discovered something about some of the people there, or one person in particular.))
Reed wasn't actually all that big of a guy. He was about average size, sometimes looked a little geeky in the eyes of others, but he liked to think of himself as something more than that. He was fit, but not in the sense of a body builder or some kind of martial artist. More in the sense that he looked like the type of person that did a simple workout in the morning for any reason he could come up with. There weren't that many. The main thing about the geeky vibe that most people took from him was his glasses. Wire frame, with oval lenses. They were pretty ridiculous. Aside from those, he thought he looked pretty decent. Decent enough to at least get a small amount of attention from the people around him. That was exactly how he liked it. He didn't want to be bothered by everyone he passed, it would have taken up too much of his time. It did take up too much of his time.
Behind those oval lenses were his Iris's, two shiny pools of a pure sapphire blue. These sapphire blue eyes seemed to mold well together with all the tanned skin he gathered working on his families farm. If you had ever seen Reed before, one of the things you would note about him would be either the beard or the duster, unlike the typical cowboys that he had met, he was not cleanly shaven. He didn't bother. It itched far too much. His beard, like the rest of his short hair, was brown. The brown duster he normally wore had been given to him by his father before the old man had passed away. Unfortunately, the thing barely came down low enough to cover his ass. Now, Reed lived alone on his families ranch. Taking care of it's estates by himself. He had been taught how. After he had come of age to inherit the entire thing though, he sold most of the land. So it wasn't too hard for him.
The hard thing for him to do was dress up for a friend. After he inherited the property, he took up to trying internet and quickly found himself someone to talk to online. He never learned this persons name, just a username. He failed to discover the strangers gender, or even find out a description. Yet, somehow, he had been talked into leaving town to go to some convention, something about picking something up for this friend. He wasn't even sure how he would get it to them. The hard part was finding some character to dress up as so he could get in the door for a smaller amount of money. He had traveled around town for a good hour or so talking to strangers before he finally got someone to give him an idea he had been comfortable with. So the following day, he showed up at the convention.
Cowboy hat on, blue jeans with a ridiculous brown belt buckle, his old brown boots, cow skin vest and a yellow flannel button up. He had a fake six shooter strapped to his right hip and a star pinned to the left side of his vest. A red ascot with white spots had been tied around his neck and turned around so the ends of it were pointing backwards. Unlike the normal outfit for woody, he had rope hanging from his left hip for him. He didn't understand the point of it when the costume had been made for him but it was there now. He had been talked into cosplay. This time and this time alone, he swore to himself, he would be shaven for it. So he had gotten rid of the beard, and the ridiculous glasses. Now his face was smooth and he was wearing contacts.
Woody had sounded like a good idea. All of it had. Up until the point he was standing inside without a clue what he was supposed to do. Reed didn't think about what he did next, he just did it. He simply strolled forward waiting until something appeared to him. What was he supposed to do?
Reed wasn't actually all that big of a guy. He was about average size, sometimes looked a little geeky in the eyes of others, but he liked to think of himself as something more than that. He was fit, but not in the sense of a body builder or some kind of martial artist. More in the sense that he looked like the type of person that did a simple workout in the morning for any reason he could come up with. There weren't that many. The main thing about the geeky vibe that most people took from him was his glasses. Wire frame, with oval lenses. They were pretty ridiculous. Aside from those, he thought he looked pretty decent. Decent enough to at least get a small amount of attention from the people around him. That was exactly how he liked it. He didn't want to be bothered by everyone he passed, it would have taken up too much of his time. It did take up too much of his time.
Behind those oval lenses were his Iris's, two shiny pools of a pure sapphire blue. These sapphire blue eyes seemed to mold well together with all the tanned skin he gathered working on his families farm. If you had ever seen Reed before, one of the things you would note about him would be either the beard or the duster, unlike the typical cowboys that he had met, he was not cleanly shaven. He didn't bother. It itched far too much. His beard, like the rest of his short hair, was brown. The brown duster he normally wore had been given to him by his father before the old man had passed away. Unfortunately, the thing barely came down low enough to cover his ass. Now, Reed lived alone on his families ranch. Taking care of it's estates by himself. He had been taught how. After he had come of age to inherit the entire thing though, he sold most of the land. So it wasn't too hard for him.
The hard thing for him to do was dress up for a friend. After he inherited the property, he took up to trying internet and quickly found himself someone to talk to online. He never learned this persons name, just a username. He failed to discover the strangers gender, or even find out a description. Yet, somehow, he had been talked into leaving town to go to some convention, something about picking something up for this friend. He wasn't even sure how he would get it to them. The hard part was finding some character to dress up as so he could get in the door for a smaller amount of money. He had traveled around town for a good hour or so talking to strangers before he finally got someone to give him an idea he had been comfortable with. So the following day, he showed up at the convention.
Cowboy hat on, blue jeans with a ridiculous brown belt buckle, his old brown boots, cow skin vest and a yellow flannel button up. He had a fake six shooter strapped to his right hip and a star pinned to the left side of his vest. A red ascot with white spots had been tied around his neck and turned around so the ends of it were pointing backwards. Unlike the normal outfit for woody, he had rope hanging from his left hip for him. He didn't understand the point of it when the costume had been made for him but it was there now. He had been talked into cosplay. This time and this time alone, he swore to himself, he would be shaven for it. So he had gotten rid of the beard, and the ridiculous glasses. Now his face was smooth and he was wearing contacts.
Woody had sounded like a good idea. All of it had. Up until the point he was standing inside without a clue what he was supposed to do. Reed didn't think about what he did next, he just did it. He simply strolled forward waiting until something appeared to him. What was he supposed to do?
