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[centre][h1][colour=SteelBlue]Séb Charbonneau[/colour][/h1]

[b]Location:[/b] Séb's appartment, the French quarter, Bellingstone
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Séb Charbonneau awoke to the sound of his mobile phone ringing and rain pattering against the inside windowsill in the bedroom of his one-bed appartment. It took him a few moments to come around, and pull himself out of that limbo between wakefulness and dreaming, where you don't know whether what you just dreamed has really happened or not. With some relief, Séb realised that it had not, and checked the caller I.D. on his mobile. He recognised the number, but ignored the call anyway, letting it ring as he got up to make himself a coffee.

Yawning, he made himself his usual breakfast: black coffee and a cigarette. Thankfully he wasn't really hungry anyway; he'd woken up in the day for once, having only had a few hours' sleep, and wouldn't be able to feed until dusk. Séb returned to the bedroom and opened the window fully, taking a long draw on his cigarette as he looked down on the street below. For such a dull day, there was a surprising amount of activity outside. Something brightly coloured caught his eye through the throng of umbrellas and raincoats; the window of the empty shop directly across the street from Séb's apartment had been plastered top to bottom with copies of a flyer reading, "CARNIVAL - TODAY!" followed by some text to small for even Séb to read from this distance. He considered this as he slowly exhaled, then took another draw from his cigarette and slammed the window shut.

Séb stepped into the shower after letting it run a moment to get warm, washed his hair and body, stepped out, briefly considered shaving but thought better of it, and went to get dressed instead. He picked out his usual unremarkable ensemble of dark jeans and an even darker T-shirt. Donning a black leather jacket, he slipped his phone and a pair of sunglasses into his pocket and grabbed his wallet from the bedside table. He was on his way out of the door when he stopped short, realising he'd forgotten his ring, which he needed to go outside, and which he'd also left in the bathroom when he went to shower. He picked up the small dark silver band, engraved with ancient runes on the inner face, and considered it for a moment, turning it over in his hand. Then he slipped it onto the little finger of his left hand, checked himself quickly in the mirror, and headed out of the flat.

When he got to his car he once again noticed the garish poster on the other side of the street, its dogged corners hanging limply in the rain. Carnivals, people, daytime...not really his deal. But he decided it wouldn't be too much effort to drive by and see what was going on, since it wasn't far out of his way anyway. Starting up his Caprice, he pulled out of the community parking lot and started in the direction of the town centre.

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