[i][b]NYC Etana Lutu[/b][/i] [i]It's been about two weeks since I've last seen my son, Renzo Lutu. He says he's been doing okay in the Sand Diego boarding school, heh San Diego, where I was born and raised. Nice place actually, good food too. I was walking around New York because JT had given me a ride a few days ago and I've never been here, it's a concrete jungle really. The streets were quiet and not too crowded for once, I was glad for that, I don't like to be clumped up with a bunch of random people. It was around Christmas and so the place was decorated with lights, christmas trees, red green and white and all of the above. My two pistols were concealed behind my lower back waist as well as my Roc katana wrapped in a cloth behind my back, made it seem like an umbrella. My black leather jacket kept me warm as well as my black jeans. I was currently exploring, no particular goal in mind. [/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]