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[kevin levin]

Kevin hated this stupid city, and everyone in it.

Of course, he could say that about nearly anywhere he went. He hated Bellwood. He hated San Francisco. He hated the Null Void, Incarcecon, and all the scum that were imprisoned there, too. But Kevin seemed to have a different grudge against New York City. Honestly, he couldn't even explain it to himself. Maybe it was because those kids had bullied him here- but that had happened back in Bellwood, too. Or maybe it was because here, he was stabbed in the back by someone he had truly thought could have been a friend.

At the unwelcome and unpleasant thoughts resurfacing, Kevin merely frowned and pulled his coat closer to him as the wind picked up. He walked a bit faster down the sidewalk, even though he really didn't have any where to get to. At least if he got back 'home' he'd be out of the cold. Still in his thoughts and with his eyes on the ground, he didn't realize that he was about to walk right into someone until he actually collided with them.

"Hey, watch where you're walking!" He immediately snapped, clearly not caring who he might have been talking to- or that he was being slightly hypocritical. He wasn't watching where he was going, after all.