[Leaning against the nearest post, there is someone who is not here for entertainment and refreshments. He's dressed...in absolutely nothing out of the ordinary for himself. His usual jeans, cotton jersey and trench coat, nothing that he'd not worn at least once a week during the last almost 90 some odd days here.
He'd just about settled in to sit back and observe.
Except it didn't take a brain surgeon to figure out that hell had already broken loose. Yet he couldn't quite figure it out.]