<div class="floatleft">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/23072486783f7573788656093f07461f/tumblr_nl79zdaiSw1rexg1uo1_500.jpg)</div>Name: Soren Magnus<br/>Occupation: Carpenter<br/>Time: Morning - 1st day A.E.<br/>Location: Granny's Diner<br/>Tagging: N/A|Open<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Soren's battered truck rattled loudly as he tossed a large bag of charcoal over the side to join the other supplies in the bed, an expression of mild annoyance furrowing his brow.  He tended to wear that precise expression any time he was forced to venture into town for supplies, which probably explained why most of the other citizens of Storybrooke gave him his space.  He peeled off his work gloves and tucked them in the back pocket of his jeans, turning to face the general store owner as the man joined him by his truck.  "I'll be back in an hour to pick up the rest of the supplies."  He seemed unaffected by the man's nod and smile, failing to return it as he moved toward Granny's.<br/><br/>Every two weeks he made the trek into town from his trailer in the woods, it had become a routine, and he dreaded it every time.  It wasn't that he disliked the other people in town, or even really knew any of them, he just preferred the solitude of his own plot of land, away from everyone.  It was safer that way...for everyone.  Still, if he was going to be forced to come to town, he wasn't going to pass up the chance for a decent meal from Granny's.  It beat the hell out of his own pathetic attempts at cooking, which typically involved a microwave or his grill.  The bell over the door rang as he opened it, ducked slightly and stepped inside, glancing around briefly before heading for the booth at the back, nearest the restrooms.<br/><br/>He managed to fold his legs under the table and slide to the center of the bench facing the door, seeming to take up even more space wedged into the booth than he'd appeared outside of it.  He picked up the menu and ducked behind it, peering at the options, even though he always ordered the same thing and had pretty much memorized the menu by heart.  He found that staring at the damn thing helped to deter anyone who hadn't yet given up trying to make nice.  As he waited for service, he listened to the voices around him, drinking it all in.  As much as he hated being in town, part of him craved the time he spent here, since it was the only form of human contact he typically experienced.  There was something soothing in the day-to-day lives of these people, and having breakfast at Granny's was the best way to catch up on anything and everything that was going on in town.