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[center][color=f26522][h1]Opallum[/h1][/color]
[i][u]Location[/u]: Nearby Faraday Heights once again --> Walking around Edgetoun[/i] 
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]: No one, currently.[/i][/center]

Opallum continued travelling along the sidewalk with little energy in his posture and step. His mind had wandered to the topic of both domestic and international economics -- he had certainly become that bored. Taking a quick 1 o'clock glance to his right, he spotted the familiar architecture of Faraday Heights coming into his view. Looked like the ifrit had finally gone in a circle. He had been walking to nowhere specifically for most of the morning, enjoying whatever aesthetics the borough of Edgetoun had to offer, so it would only make sense that he'd pass by the same landmarks eventually. As Opallum began walking past the Faraday flats with an idle gaze kept forward, he abruptly winced and, almost compulsively, placed a hand atop his abdomen.     

There it was. 

The sharp pang of realization which strikes the mind and, succinctly, the body. An instinct staunch in its function and pervasive in its blunt indication. For someone like Opallum, these pains had always proved to be an especially familiar nuisance.  

[i]Hunger.[/i] 

Previously, Opallum had only snacked on a half-eaten breakfast sandwich that someone had so hastily thrown away nearby Avalon Heights, and that morsel managed to hold him over for a few hours. 

He only now realized that he hadn't another bite of breakfast to eat this entire morning. If having to deal with the makeshift alleyway-bound beds, the prevalent chill of London weather, and the mordant, judgmental gazes of more socioeconomically upstanding passersby couldn't cause enough suffering among the homeless community, hunger was a particular aspect of this life which really just . . .  blew. Rather than going through the usual, tedious process of sifting through public trash cans and dumpsters for some slightly edible scraps of food, he instead decided to put his quest for sustenance on hold. Sating this desire didn't always take precedence over everything else when it arrived. For now, he would continue walking around -- drifting. Opallum would wait for maybe an hour or two before seriously seeking out any foodstuffs. He could endure.