((wanted to try out the "jump ins" lets see where this goes :P doesnt really matter how many people join... and if you want to know anything about Chase, i post my character in my blog... )) Chase sang a quiet and melancholy tune as he walked through the park in his hometown of Lacrosse(yes, this is a real town name). He was wandering the bike path that hugged the shore of the towns lake, other wise known as Emerald Lake. Chase had his acoustic guitar on his back, his blonde hair in its usual systematic mess and one earbud in as his icy blue eyes scanned the path before him. he had one hand jammed in his pocket and the other hanging loosely on the strap that held his guitar firmly over his shoulder. Walks around the lake had become a daily routine for him. he would walk, always alone, one earbud in, one hand in his pocket clutching a small gold necklace with an angel on it. Everyday he felt a familiar ache, pain that had plagued him since his childhood, gone for nearly a year only to return ten fold with the loss of a single person. Chase felt he had lost what little hope he had in changing his future, and made sure he remained alone. as long as he was alone, he could avoid the pain of emotion, the pain that only other people could cause him.