The Park, Wednesday Late Morning.

[ownerofsteve]

House had arrived earlier that day, parked his motorcycle (no, he had not ridden it all the way from New Jersey, that'd be crazy) outside the building he now rented an apartment from, and had placed his one bag in his thankfully furnished bedroom.

Now, he was out with his cane and a big drink from the local convenience store. He had plans for the day, but for right now, he was content with watching the ducks and contemplating his mission.

He liked making people miserable. And that was why he was here.

[ooc: Open, muhuahaha.]