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Default 08-04-2013, 06:20 PM

Real Name: Darren Carter
"Hippy" Name (ie, Sunshine, Daisy...): Phoenix
Age (15-25): 19
Appearance: Long dyed black hair, with red streaks, blue eyes. Average height, phoenix tattoo on right shoulder. Fairly good looking, and boy, does he know it!
Reason you are there (protester, protester's friend...): To check out the girls and get high
Thoughts on Aliens: Thinks they're "cool".
Personality (Flaws and all): Relaxed and laid back. Intelligent, but doesn't look it. Very lazy, thinks he's god's gift sometimes, can be rude and annoying
Bio/Other: Parents have pretty much washed their hands of their son; they wanted him to follow in their footsteps and become teachers, so when he got into the scene, they at first nagged him about it, but now have just left him to get on with it.


The day was hot, but with a slight breeze to ruffle the treetops. The area was crowded with people, some sitting on the grass, others standing or seated on the roofs of the living vans. Several people were smoking or drinking from bottles of beer or cans of Coke. A couple of girls were speaking, talking about general issues like the Vietnam war and the possibility of a coverup by the government in regards to the alien issue. While the vast majority of the people there were hippies, there were some regular people, known as "straights" by the hippies, scattered about. Some were friends of hippies, others simply had happened on the scene and had stayed to watch and listen, curious.

Phoenix sat on the roof of his van and cracked open another beer. He was perfectly content to stay where he was for the moment, while the hot sun beat down. Phoenix wore a pair of battered jeans, and nothing else; the sun was warm on his upper half and he felt it far too hot to wear a shirt that day. He lazily brushed away a bee, and looked in the direction of the speakers. Several hippies shouted encouragement to them, and jumped up and down with the force of their words. All in all, to Phoenix, it was the best place to be.

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