redwood lane rode his bike around Jump City, wearing pants that consisted of half a pair of black denim jeans and half a pair of white designer pants bought at bargain price, a scarf, designer shoes (also at bargain price) equipped with sport insoles, a v-neck shirt, and a thin coat with his glasses hanging from the pocket. He lived in a suburb on the outskirts of Jump City with his two mothers before he moved into a cheap apartment in the city, so he knew Jump City as his parents would make frequent visits. His typical routine would consist of forcing himself out of bed, putting an art book in front of himself to draw poor sketches of post-modern fashion ideas that came to him in his dreams, eat cheap cereal, taking and remodeling clothes and selling them on Ebay or craigslist, then ride his bike before heading out to lunch. With his current business of buying, remodeling, and reselling clothes, he didn't have quite enough money to go to college with to start his fashion design career, and he wasn't in the best position to look for scholarships.

He enjoyed strolling around the city. Aside from the giant T-shaped tower, the city had amazing architecture. It had an elegant bridge, a wonderful scenery of waves crashing on the shore, nice neighborhoods atop slanted, rolling hills, and a cozy downtown of brick buildings. Unfortunately, redwood did not live within the set of nice neighborhoods. He lived in the ghetto, where minorities stared him down with peculiarity and a little disgust, choosing not to assault him, but rather mock his strange actions along with the clothes he wore. They often pondered if he were gay (He isn't. Just so you know).

As he continued to ride his bicycle, he made it downtown, stopping in front of a familiar pizza joint. His stomach grumbled. "That place is a little too pricey." He muttered and continued to ride his bike until he made it to a grocery store. Strolling through the aisles, he took a bag of salad, dressing, and some pre-cooked, frozen chicken fillets, putting it in his cart. He didn't really need a cart, since he didn't buy much. He swiftly checked out and got back on his bike.

His normal routine after lunch would typically consist of going back to fixing up clothes, or buying more clothes to work with. Today was different. He planned on applying residency at Titans Tower, regardless of how disgusting he thought it looked. And is it even architecturally safe? Either way, it was better than his current apartment home. Now to pedal through the tram-infested, hilly streets...