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[b]5 AM[/b] 

The faint light that was coming through the bay windows of the penthouse on top of the nightclub Euphoria could be seen in the early mornings. The faint smoke of a cigarette would slowly rise into the air and continuously be puffed in sporadic ways as a man relaxed in one of the expensive and nicely cushioned deck chairs. Relaxed in a position that he could fall asleep in while staring up at the morning stars and awaiting the sunrise. 

Typically, Moxi could be seen on the balcony of his penthouse in the early hours and the late hours of the day. Usually with a cigarette and a short drink in his hand, but he was not drinking this morning. The man only allowed himself to drink during the nighttime.

[b]8 AM[/b]

By the time eight in the morning rolled around, the man found himself in the same spot he was in at five in the morning. He watched the sunrise and finished his cigarette hours ago, but he decided to relax in the deck chairs before he had to get up and make himself breakfast. Deciding to finally stand up and go inside, Moxi found himself in the kitchen quickly as he looked through the fridge. Deciding. Deciding. Deciding. Cook or not to cook? That was the real question. 

The man decided that he was not going to cook for himself today and already being dressed, the man decided to leave the building as a whole and walk his way to the downtown area of Sanctuary where he would find the many shops that were opening up around this time. It seemed to be busier than usual and he remembered, “[color=ADD8E6][i]I forrrgot festival is today…[/i][/color]” mumbling to himself as he made it into one of the shops. It was a small cafe and there were a few people, but he didn’t spend much time acknowledging anyone. Walking up to the register and offering a friendly smile, “[color=ADD8E6]I vill orrrder  number seven on  everrrything bagel and I vill have  tea vith thrrree sugarrrs. Larrrge,[/color]” Moxi at least left his penthouse today, but he didn’t know if he would join in at the festival or not. Going over to the area where most people waited, he stood as he waited for his name and order to be called out. 
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[b]Location[/b] One of the Cafe in Sanctuary, he doesn't know which one 
[b]Time[/b] 8 in the morning 
[b]Mood[/b] Tired and internally preoccupied 
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