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[center][color=f26522][h3]Opallum[/h3][/color]
[i][u]Location[/u]: Standing outside The Early Bean[/i] 
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]: No one, currently[/i][/center]


[color=f26522]"Hmm . . ."[/color]

	Today was particularly frigid -- even for an ifrit such as Opallum. The wrath demon had been meandering about the borough for countless hours today, hardly anything pressing on his mind. What did manage to gain his attention and promptly annoy him, however, was that the lens of his sunglasses continued to fog up due to the cold. A nuisance, truly. As per usual, there were no specific stops or errands to be made, and, lacking an actual schedule to follow, there was little to keep him busy with. Edgetoun had much to offer, and Opallum knew this, but nothing that one could enjoy without having legal tender -- something he lacked entirely, at the moment. For a split second, the ifrit considered getting a job, but swiftly dashed the idea from his mind. He preferred "absolute freedom." Besides, Opallum always managed to scrounge up a few bucks by just traversing through London and kindly asking various inhabitants for just a few bucks. Almost always worked. Anyhow, it'd seem that the only way to prevent a boredom-wrought headache later on would be to find some type of legal stimulation that didn't require him to pay. Already, he had grown a tad weary from conversing with so many people over the span of three days. Being bored was certainly a tiresome pit to fall into and to get out of.

	Eventually, after aimlessly sauntering around the district, Opallum managed to spot a familiar sigil inscribed on glass right by his face. He had come upon The Early Bean. [i]News is on, right? It's usually on in the morning[/i], he thought. While he might not be able to afford coffee (or anything else, for that matter), there was still a medium-sized LCD television established in the upper leftmost corner of the store that he could spot through the glass pane which would sate his boredom for a time. Shoving his hands in the pockets of his cargo pants, a decision came upon him: enter the store with no money and awkwardly loiter about while watching TV, or just stand outside in the cold and still get to watch TV? Opallum decided to settle on the latter option. There was no doubt that the cold was slightly bitter to him even with his abnormally high body temperature, but he felt it rude to amble in and take a seat without being able to afford anything. Would have been weird, too. After all of these thoughts joggled to and fro in his head, the very fact that he was allowed to view the news was enough for him. 

	Once the weatherwoman had finished divulging the snippet on the snowstorm and the Unseelie Court, Opallum nodded contently. [color=f26522]"Good on those faefolk. Causing a ruckus usually causes some change, yeah?"[/color] he murmured, the corners of his lips curving upwards into a thin smile. In all honesty, the ifrit knew little on the fae and their on-goings, but they had verily proved themselves to be a diverse crowd, physically and personality-wise. Pondering on the idea of a snowstorm now actually struck some discord within Opallum. The homeless of London would be suffering through that. It'll be hell. Being homeless himself, he knew that he would [b]also[/b] face the threat of biting wintry chill. [i]Suppose I could just hang out in a bar until it settles down. Easiest way to get by.[/i] 

	Other than leaning against the glass with his right leg crossed over his left and staring inside at the news report, a stillness was beset upon Opallum's body, and his awareness of the surroundings gradually dissipated. It would seem that his attention was solely on the information being displayed on the television screen. Given his lack of access to the internet because of his status of abject poverty, he wouldn't catch wind of the 'Helsing' message or the headlines up on the BBC homepage -- at least, not yet.