<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/2241994993/DerekThelerGray_Med.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jacob Donarr<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Sailor Jupiter<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Shibuya; The Great Burger<br/><strong>Time:</strong>April 7th, 7:45ish PM<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Faded blue jeans, white tank top, leather jacket, dog tags<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Mercury, Venus, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Jacob was walking through the streets of Shibuya, enjoying one of his recently too few days off from classes and.. other duties. The tall, muscular figure with clearly American features was somewhat of an unusual sight in Tokyo, to those not used to him. The large grin on his face has likely not helped that impression, outwardly showing joy no longer seemingly in Vogue. At first curious or wary about him, over the weeks he's walked these streets he's become a familiar passerby to the merchants, restaurants and locals. Known to be friendly, and always willing to lend a hand; even if his Japanese is more than a bit rough. His hands behind his head as he moves through the hustle and bustle of the city, he can't help but grin at anyone that meets his eyes. Almost the quintessential American, he's wearing faded, scuffed jeans that were once navy blue.. now more grey. Many would consider them tighter than they aught to be, but there is no denying they outline his musculature well; or the fact he has obviously kept fit in his time since being honorably discharged from the Marine Corps. Dog tags clink and shift as he walks, hanging down over a white tank top. The only other objects of note he wears are a worn black leather jacket, and a pair of combat boots.<br/><br/>At the moment it is 8 pm, and he is trying to decide on dinner. As much as he has fallen in love with Japanese culture, the food tends to be hit or miss in his mind. The sushi, particularly. He unconsciously makes a face at the mere thought of it, before shaking his head. Knowing there to be various cafes and restaurants along this street, his blue eyes flick back and forth, scanning the many buildings tightly packed next to one another. Inhaling, he can't help the way his grin widens as the completely unique smell of food, people and city wafts his way. Part of him wants to keep walking, exploring the back alleys and stores around the special ward. There is always something new to see, something exciting around every corner. Growing up in a rural backwater part of America, city life will never get old to his eyes. Feeling his stomach rumbling loud enough that a couple of pedestrians look at him askance, he laughs sheepishly and drops his hands to his sides.<em>'Explore later, food now.' </em>He thinks to himself.<br/><br/>Paying more attention to the restaurant names, he shakes his head at each as he mentally translates the Japanese characters.<em>'Sushi? Blech. Ramen? Eh. Burgers? Bingo.'</em>Nostalgia rises as he salivates at the thought of a thick, juicy burger completely smothered in ketchup.<em> '..Hopefully an actual burger, and not one of those weird kuro things. I love this city, but they have some strange ideas about American food.'</em>Moving to the window, he glances inside to get a look at what they offer.<em>'Damn that looks good. The Great Burger, huh?'</em>Sniffing, the smell of beef cooking decides it for him. Scanning the room, he pauses and his eyes light up when he notices Mercury and Venus sitting in a booth, chatting.<em>'They look like they stepped out of a fashion magazine.'</em>Snickering to himself, he tugs on the door and steps in. Walking up to the two, he crosses his arms and leans against the booth casually. "Well aren't you two lovely gentlemen a sight for sore eyes." He says with a smile. "You two a private party, or can anyone join?" His tone is warm, even as he waggles his eyebrows in jest at the 'private party' comment, laced with innuendo.