Who: Raijin When: 5pm, after toll announcement Where: entrance to B train terminal What: Trying to get home, hasn't heard the toll requirements
Raijin was just getting off work, about to take the subway back to his apartment, when he decided he'd prefer getting the air and walking, rather than being jammed into a subway car for twenty minutes with a dozen immortals who stank and never looked up from their cell phones to see who they were bumping into. Walking, when he wasn't in a hurry, was much preferred to that.
He began moving down the sidewalk, following the road with his hands in his pockets, not paying much attention, until he realized he had been walking for quite a long time. He looked up, then around, dumbfounded to see that he was still at the subway entrance, hadn't moved even ten feet.
"What the hell...?"
It was a quick flash of anger when he got the feeling he was being punked. And not by Kutcher. This had the definite taste of another immortal. With his anger came a rumble from the sky, a storm cloud starting to form out of nothing, and he took deliberate steps in the direction of home, his eyes focused on the corner he needed to take. When he reached the corner, satisfied he had in fact walked that distance, he stopped short to see that he had come back to where he had begun, at the mouth of the subway entrance, and the five o'clock 6th avenue B train was just letting off its passengers.
The wind picked up and the storm cloud darkened, grew larger. He was being messed with, and didn't like it. Rain drizzled. All he needed was a target.