[b]The Newcomer... not like anyone even cares | Somewhere in the Dojo[/b] A figure, dressed in all white armor, slipped his way through the crowd of civilians. He was tall in comparison to everyone else, his boots creating a metal [i]clang[/i] as he walked. He wasn't sure where he was going, but had a feeling it would be somewhere decent. He didn't want to go to a bar - he never liked to drink. He heard everything through the crowd of mixed individuals. Their problems, their plans for the evening, it was quite interesting - knowing what people were doing or what they planned on doing. It made things fresh. It wasn't the same routine every day. Rain had began to fall, the orange lights in his armor and visor seemed to be a faded haze of colors due to the heavy downpour. He had been walking for at least two hours, still, not having a clue on where he was. He just so happened to have stumbled across the Dojo by mistake, it was never intentional to come here. Surprisingly, people didn't seem to mind a tall man in an all white power suit. It baffled him on how oblivious people were... or, were they just used to it? It didn't seem unlikely. For some reason it felt very plausible for a place like this. He continued on, the people still bustling by, going on with their day. He didn't seem to mind this, however. He, for some reason, found it calming. It felt natural to be walking around these streets. But he did hope for some interaction with another person, no matter who it was. [spoiler]Open. Please, feel free to reply. I've been trying to get back into RP.[/spoiler]