Who: Nickolas Derrick and Open! What: Just a late night stroll to get away from his digusting room. When: Around midnight or so. Rating: He's angry, so I'll say PG-13ish Status: Started/Incomplete
There was so much filth in the room he was staying in. The last he could remember he was walking the streets of London, now a place infested with dead people and dirt. He did not like this by any means. It was far too uncomfortable. No one to cook for him or clean for him, and the horrible state of the room had been sending him mad. He had to get out. Being in the Upper City was better, but not by much. He was hoping to get a bite to eat and maybe a bit of conversation. These ways of communicating annoyed him, he didn't know anything about how they were powered and he was intelligent!
He strolled to a Diner a few blocks from where he was staying. The sign still read open so he made his way, cautiously, inside. He sat down at a stool near the counter when the waitress asked what he would have. "Something to drink and perhaps a hamburger? Just something better than Hotel food," he said softly, fiddling with his fingers while he waited.