Daniel looked around the flat, making sure there wasn't anything he'd missed. It was completely tidy, he couldn't sleep, so he had gone on a mission to completely transform it. It had been a mess and he'd been planning to clean it for months, but he'd finally gotten the time to do it. He checked his watch, he had ages before he would need to be in work. He worked as a freelance photographer, but usually, he'd do work for the local newspapers and magazines. That was where you got a name and a decent pay. He did sometimes do a few modelling portfolio's... but he wasn't the type to go in for all that. Unless it was him in front of the camera. Daniel went for a quick shower, towel dried himself off and went to the wardrobe. Picking out a half decent suit, which for him consisted of black suit trousers, a blue silk shirt, a black waistcoat, he never bothered with a tie, and a black suit jacket which was a bit longer than a normal one and finished a couple of inches above the back of his knees. It suited him, and most people couldn't pull off the look.<br/><br/>He took his black framed glasses off his bedside cabinet and put them on his face, the rest of the world seemed to come into focus once again. He took a comb through his unruly short brown hair, but it wasn't too short. It wasn't long either, just a comfortable medium between the two. He made his way to the kitchen, putting a cherry frosted pop-tart in the toaster and poured himself a glass of apple and raspberry fruit juice. He loved starting the day on such a breakfast. The toaster clicked up and he began to eat his breakfast. Once he had done he picked up his camera and locked up his apartment. Daniel didn't really drive to places he would rather walk, that way he never missed an opportunity for a photograph. His tall, but slightly muscular body was what helped him get all the best shots, or just simply the stamina it sometimes took to find them. He decided today, he would start with the Newspaper company down town. See if they had any on-going stories they needed a pictorial for. These could sometimes be the most interesting ones... or just gory, it depended on the story.<br/>As Daniel approached the newspaper company, he walked up the parking lot and towards the front door. The security guard met him, Daniel showed him the "Photographer" pass that every photographer that worked in journalism in some form was given, and he was allowed entry. He made his way up to the 3rd floor, which was where the editor usually housed themselves, to see if there was any work for the day.