At this point in its route, the bus wasn't all that crowded. Frahlah was able to claim a seat for himself near the front of the bus and people seemed content to let him keep it to himself. The boy watched closely out the window as his ride went on. Ever so slowly, the scenery shifted from countryside, to farm area, to industrial buildings, to bustling town. The lanky blonde exited the bus at the stop closest to the museum, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to look all around him. This was more or less his first time in a big city, and certainly his first time alone in one-- away from the rest of the show. It was an adventure and it was fun. His only worry to be spoken of was the ever-present prospect of rain. London was known for its rainy weather, so it was never bad to keep your guard up.<br/><br/>Before going to the museum, Frahlah took some time to wander around town a bit. He passed by some stores, gazing into the windows at all the things the fancy stores had on display. He didn't really want to own any of the stuff he saw, but a lot of it was fun to look at. One store even had a... a train set-- that was it! It had a train set moving around in the window, with real smoke coming out of the smoke stack. All of this was probably as interesting to him as the museum exhibit he was going to see. What was it... Eden? He should probably get going if he wanted to make it on time. With excitement dancing in his bright green eyes, Frahlah turned back the way he came to go back to the museum.<br/><br/>Somehow, Frahlah made it through the mass of people huddled at the door and managed to pay at the front and get inside. There were signs all throughout which guided him toward the Eden exhibit... He was more than a little surprised by what he found there. There were lots of different kinds of art, but what really stood out were the paintings. All of them were... was the word disturbing? Maybe macabre would be a better description. He saw one that was... like a bloody doll. It was dressed like a ballerina and had strings holding it up like a puppet. Worst were its eyes, pleading for help as if... as if it were a human, and not a doll tied to those strings and bloodied up so bad.<br/><br/>As he continued through the exhibit, Frahlah noticed that everything there had been made by the same person. How could one person think up this many horrors? Had they been through some sort of trauma? It was definitely scary, but it was also rather impressive in its own way. He couldn't imagine sitting down for so long to create any sort of art, let alone something so... disturbing. Well, he'd come all the way out here for this, he may as well get a thorough look at the exhibit.<br/><br/>---------------------<br/><br/>Ijemaru was early, of course he was early! It was drilled into his nature as a reporter that he should always be efficient, and early whenever possible. He was at the museum taking pictures of the building for a time before it opened, and got some shots of the crowd that gathered up as well. He wasn't allowed to use his camera inside (as he suspected), but they let him keep it on him as a gesture of good faith.<br/><br/>As a sort of substitute for his camera, Ijemaru took out his note pad and started to document what he saw: of the art, peoples' reactions, and the mood of the place in general... Sadly, it wasn't the most positive review he'd ever given. For a place called "Eden" the works looked rather... apocalyptic.<br/><br/>Ijemaru sighed, deciding to interview a few people before he continued exploring the exhibit. He came across a girl in an orange dress. "Hello, excuse me," Ijemaru said politely, "My name is Ijemaru Hisuka, and I'm doing a report on this exhibit for the Tokyo Times. Would you care to share any opinions you have of "Eden" so far, miss?"<br/><br/>((lol. Just kinda gave the paper he works at a random name since I've never really though about it. ^_^ ))