This thread is for my role-play with KaramelParadiso and our characters, so it begins...<br/><br/><br/>The smell, so pungent, vulgar...it always got to him. Dresden didn't like cities much, the smell was always so vulgar and tended to clog his senses if he wasn't careful of it. So he sat on the top of an office building, gazing down at the city below. How far man had advanced under his watchful gaze, he had heard the prophets of old speak of towers of crystal and machines that flew through the sky, but now with his own eyes he saw the very things that haunted man's vision so many centuries ago. Ah, but that is old news, that time is past and the new technology would be far more impressive to him if it didn't reek like a 100 horses.<em>Well, at least its not as bad as during the industrial revolution</em>Dresden thought wryly, using his sharp inhuman vision he scanned the city block below, it was late on a summer night, but those who were out at this our were either at the bars or the 24/7 diners, no cars were on the street he over looked.<br/><br/>So Dresden jumped, fell 20 stories and....landed on his feet and started walking as if he had just stepped off the curb. Having the inhuman strength and durability of a werewolf has perks after all. As he walked he had no real destination, he wondered as he mulled over thoughts in his head. Thoughts like 'what sort of work should I try here? Crime doesn't seem to be high and there's no one wealthy enough to warrant a bodyguard. Should I do gardening? Doesn't seem many people here would keep one.' and other such similar thoughts. He puzzled over what to do, hardly noticing the empty streets, the quiet broken once in a while by some drunken laughter. How long had it been since he had been drunk? His super-human immunity didn't allow him such luxury, he would need to drink enough that even the toughest human would have died 5 times over before he even started a buzz and that wouldn't go un-noticed by the bartender. He pointedly ignored any drunk women that flirted with him, feeling it indecent of them to do so especially under the influence.<br/><br/>Eventually he found himself at a diner, realizing he was hungry he walked in and looked around. It was a quant place, not too large or complex, with a comfortable atmosphere, the smell of food was overwhelming and made his mouth water, he could smell most everything the cook had made throughout the day though if you asked him too he couldn't list the individual items. He approached the counter and waited for a waiter or waitress to seat him.