Hungry in all the wrong ways...
He's always liked really high places. They're quiet, good places to observe from and - occasionally - fun places to jump from.
He raises the cigarette to his lips, then blows out a stream of smoke. It's his last one, and he gets the feeling he's going to want a lot more soon. He can't help but glance up warily as the sound of a helicopter whirs across the breeze, but it's only a police chopper. Nothing to worry about.
He's crouched up on the very edge of the parapet of the North Tower, gazing moodily out over Old City. He's bored, fed up and a little hungry, though he won't admit the last even to himself.
[ooc: may be a little slow tagging, still trying to shift Cold From Hell >< ]
He raises the cigarette to his lips, then blows out a stream of smoke. It's his last one, and he gets the feeling he's going to want a lot more soon. He can't help but glance up warily as the sound of a helicopter whirs across the breeze, but it's only a police chopper. Nothing to worry about.
He's crouched up on the very edge of the parapet of the North Tower, gazing moodily out over Old City. He's bored, fed up and a little hungry, though he won't admit the last even to himself.
[ooc: may be a little slow tagging, still trying to shift Cold From Hell >< ]