<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Clichy-Sous-Bois, Paris, Streets --Convenience Store<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: No one, open<br/><hr/><br/>Jesus. He had a feeling that this place would be in pretty bad shape; but he wasn't prepared for it to be this bad. His eyes constantly roamed around, taking in details, and shuddering.  HBe felt out of place, with his clean clothes, just-showered-a-few-hours-ago appearance, and relatively nice bicycle. He would be an outsider to what he imagined would be an insular community, and maybe it was just his cynicism, but he expected this to lead to difficulty. Maybe this was a bad idea. But, he wouldn't let negative thinking slow him down.<br/><br/>He would bike his way over to the convenience store, intent on getting himself something to drink.  Besides, maybe he'd see interesting on the inside. If there was a place he could chain it up, he would; otherwise, he'd try to leave his bike visible from the interior, so he could keep an eye on it. As he went inside, he'd head back towards the cold drinks, and go to get himself a bottle of water. Along the way, he'd also pick up a small bag of chips and some beef jerky, as a snack.<br/><br/>He would be looking at the flyers in the windows, casting as-subtle-as-he-can-be glances at anybody in the place. He'd also cast glances back towards his bike, if he could. His pace was fairly brisk, and once he got the things he wanted, he headed towards the counter to check out, and pay in cash. He'd ask the cashier, though. "Hey,  have you seen anything weird going on? Got a few extra Euros' for ya, if ya got anything interesting to share." He'd speak in French, of course.