The tall blond man was going to the district park that sunny afternoon. He liked getting out as much as he could on nice days. Plus nature was always a good inspiration for his art. Tripping down the stairs on the way out of your house wasn't. The blond victor was kind of distracted that morning so, thus his tripping. Despite burning a girl alive to win his games he was a nice and gentle man. No one had any problems with him as far as he knew. He treated everyone kindly unless you gave him a reason not to. He tried to be as honest as he could be. So, if you were doing something you shouldn't then he might say something. After walking through town a few times he arrived at the park. The blond man had a habit of going the wrong way if he was in his head too much. It had only happen once so far today so, it only took him five minutes longer to get to the park.
Over his shoulder he had a messenger type bag with some drawing supplies inside. He felt like drawing things he saw at the park today. Then when he got home later he would pick one to paint and modify. After sitting on one of the benches he slid his bag off his shoulder. From the front pouch of the bag he took out an elastic. He used the band to tie his shoulder length blond hair into a small ponytail. A few longer strands hung into his face but , he ignored them. After he was satisfied with his hair he took out his drawing pad and writing utensil. It seemed to be a busy day in the park so, he was hopeful that he would find something to draw. After opening the drawing pad he leaned back against the bench and put the drawing utensil to the paper.