It had been a long time since Oberon had travelled this city. Yet it was the prime place for customers. With his life-style there were plenty of petty humans thirsting for the next high. With his jacket slipped on, hood up, and sunglasses slipped on -- because it was fashionable to wear sunglasses at night time -- he began prowling the streets to begin set up for The Factory.
There was a small hole, door-thing, in the wall somewhere down the street but he just couldn't find it. The door had run away from him, that was what he had decided. He was knocking on the bricks like any sane man would do, calling out to the door like it was a puppy that had runaway. "Door, door!"
And in a fit of rage, which he was prone to, he began to kick the brick wall for not providing him with what he needed. A few people stopped and stared but many just hurried on by at a quicker pace. As quickly as his anger came, it dispersed, with a sigh, a giggle, and he began to walk again.
Since people were already staring at him he decided to walk backwards, facing forward, with a grin on his face. That was how he purposely-accidentally bumped in Raelee. He gave her the look of a man taken in serious surprise, "My apologies, M'lady, I didn't mean to run into you, but have you seen my door?"