<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hancinema.net/photos/fullsizephoto87189.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hajime Amagi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=214848.msg10580235#msg10580235)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Sailor Uranus<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Hobgoblin Pub<br/><strong>Time:</strong>April 8th - 6:06 PM<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>On picture, Sailor Bracelet on left wrist.<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Team Moon<br/><hr/><br/><em><strong>"Maybe if I find some free time, I'll go."</strong></em>Hajime pressed the send button of his phone reluctantly,  knowing that showing up to trivial meetings like those could be the difference between life and death, and he still wanted to be on the side of the former. He closed his phone and put it into his pocket. He would have to go home and change clothes, and then take the underground that would take him to the pub. But at least he would stay put of the house, even if he had to go there for a while.<br/><br/>Those were the only two reasons of why he decided to attend done meeting: staying alive and out of his house.<br/><br/>After avoiding his father and changing into something more fitting to the occasion, Hajime made his way to the meeting place. He was helped into the subway by the train assistants since the wagon and the  whole train was packed to bursting. It took a few stations before he could breathe normally,  and when he reached his destination, he took a moment to catch his breath. He never liked the subway like,  especially at that hour. Hajime got out of the station and into the orange Tokyo, dyed by the setting sun.<br/><br/>The Sailor Sense flipped his phone open for the third time in five minutes. Six past six,  and still no sign of them. It was a matter of etiquette to get to the meeting point at least five minutes earlier than what was agreed on. His foot started tapping, as other people entered and exited the pub laughing and tripping. Hajime sighed.