(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/302/f/9/hyperrealism_daniel_craig_by_sfleck-d5jaodu.jpg)<br/><strong>Name</strong>: Rune Price<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Streets of Republic City<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><br/>The sun rose over Republic City, its light filtering through the small cracks between the blinds in Runes bedroom. He awoke as the warm rays touched his face, pulled himself up from his small cot and gazed about the nearly completely empty room. A minimalistic lifestyle and lack of money turned what had once been a full house into a nearly vacant abode. The floorboards were cold, rough in areas where rugs had once laid, and stained in others were drinks had fallen. A toilet sat in the corner, along with several bags of trash and recycling. He had forgotten to take them out, as usual, but reassured himself that he would remember the following week.<br/><br/>He stood and walked across the flat, kicking a few empty bottles of liquor as he went, and got ready for the day. A morning walk was a great way to prepare him for the day ahead after showering and changing into clean clothes.<br/><br/>Once outside, he squinted till his eyes adapted to the brightness and began his usual walk about the city, passing several tea shops that were open for breakfast, as well as some shadier restaurants. His walk about the city reached the half way point when he found himself in front of the Police Headquarters, gazing up at the magnificent statue of Toph, the first metalbender and former head of the Police Force. It was a symbol of law, power, and freedom, but for Rune it was nothing more than a monolith of fear. He stood in front of the building longer than usual, wondering if he could get a job there again, but was more curious about his own desires. Did he even want to work there again?