[Nathan is on a bench, smoking. And possibly sulking.

His legs aren't visible to the camera, but he's sticking them out for passersby to try and trip them.]

The fuck's this meant to be, huh? Family reunion? Population overload? Invasion of idiots?

How's a feller supposed to maintain maintain his usual lifestyle without being attacked with this little running space? I've been punched several times already. And slapped at least twice as much.

[ooc; Open to anything and everything!]