<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/u85qKi1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Trent Attwater<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Sailor Mercury<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Shibuya; The Great Burger<br/><strong>Time:</strong>April 7th, 7:30ish PM<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://fashionformen.info/pict/casual/595.jpg) & his glasses.<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>His shift at the university's library had ended and the young Sailor Guardian of Knowledge and Water walked off of campus. By foot, he made his way downtown, walking fast, faces passed as he was home bound. Tokyo definitely seemed to be the New York of Japan as the city was always bustling. At least today the city could seemingly rest easy as there had not been any sign of the Dark Kingdom's activity. That concerned Trent of course. As many games he's played, as many novels he's read and the movies he's seen, he was genre saavy enough to know that if the enemy was no where to be seen, they were definitely planning something diabolical. No matter really. Over the past three months, he and his team have had done a fair job of driving off youmas. An evening of rest was well deserved. Still, a small part of him sort of wished that the Dark Kingdom would attack. At least he would be in the company of his allies once more. He pondered on their whereabouts. Eden. Jacob. Ryder. Well, he knew that they at least had social lives outside of Sailor business...if only Trent himself would get one.<br/><br/>His mouth fell open to release of soft yawn, followed by a hum as his mind pondered just exactly what he would be doing for dinner that evening. His eyes peered up through the glasses framed over them to notice the sky greying. That faint scent lingering in the air of on an oncoming shower. He reached into his jeans and tugged out his phone, the pad of his finger sliding over the screen to click the weather app on the device. It displayed that there would be rain--a storm coming that night.So perhaps take out and then curling up for a movie night would be a solid plan before bedtime.<br/><br/>Scratch the take-out. The young man suddenly had a craving for a burger and his favorite burger joint just happened to have an enjoyable sit down atmosphere to dine in. Following a short train ride to the Shibuya district, Trent ascended the steps up from the subway and traveled a few more blocks by foot until he had arrived at The Great Burger (http://www.the-great-burger.com/news/017_1.JPG). He walked inside, nodding to one of the servers who smiled back with a wave. They knew that he was now a regular there; had been for the last couple years he and his mother lived in Tokyo. With a slump of his shoulder, his bag slipped onto the seat of the booth he plopped himself down in.<br/><br/>