<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mFiHWuV.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Thomas Smith</strong></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Sheet (http://sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/26330)</strong><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Willpower</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Mana</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Health</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td></tr></tbody></table><strong>Current Effects:</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><em></em></li></ul></div></div></div><hr/><br/>He sat down and slipped out a folded up portion of a newspaper, the crossword left carefully uncreased.  He set it down on the table with a brass colored pen on top before ordering.  He decided to take Anaximander's advice and ordered the chef's choice without much thought about it.  While everyone else went about talking he went about working on the crossword instead.  It was the kind of evening that one would expect to find oneself plummeting down a rabbit hole and eating cake with grinning cats, yet instead he was eating raw fish and listening to the conversations between his own array of Wonderlandian characters.<br/><br/>"Dull is a point of view," he suggested while jotting down a few more letters onto his crossword, deciding to have relatively little to do with the conversation for the time being--he didn't want to get too attached just yet.<br/><br/>He folded up a few dollars to cover at least part of the bill and flopped it onto the table before slipping out some time before any of the others.  "Need a smoke," he said as he left the restaurant well in time to make his way to where the meeting would be on foot.  He slipped the cigarette between his lips and lit it with the metallic opening of a brass colored Zippo lighter which he promptly closed and slipped back into a pocket.  He found a bench not too far away from the meeting's location where he could sit and finish his cigarette while watching for anyone else that might slip inside before him.  Regardless, he didn't make it a point to spy on those entering before him, but gave him a few moments just for himself and his nicotine fix.<br/><br/>A surprised look flashed over his features after slipping inside and getting an eyeful of the guards protecting the room where he assumed the meeting was going to take place.  "Evenin', gents," he said to the 'older' man and his posse of well-armed thugs.<br/><br/>He slipped past them after pointing towards a chair that had a name tag with his name on it, "Oh, there I am, and there I go."  He slumped into his chair and murmured to himself, "Subtle as sunlight."