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"What a seedy place..." Akira muttered to himself. He took a seat at one of the stools in the bar. The place seemed rather noisy. It was located in a wasteland area, where outside, dark clouds were rolling in. Maybe an on coming storm was coming in? Sure seemed like it. Akira didn't seem to like this place, but after travelling for ages and ages, the young psychic seemed stick out like a sore thumb in this place.

"This... place. I really dun' like feel of it. I am gettin' vibes of that bar I came across when I was lookin' for Matsu that day."

He was the youngest in this place and well, looked like a total stranger in his outfit. Not many people sported spiky hair such as himself or wore a biker like attire. Though, most of them seem to be staring at his scars. Something he earned in his fights over the years.

He rested a hand on the side of his face and closed his eyes. This was going to be a rather long and tiresome day for him. He ignored the stares from the other patrons and focused on what he had to do next.

One man wasn't staring. On the other hand, he was another center of attention. He had a drink of water in his hands, and was reading a book.

"I really dislike this place..." Akira muttered. "I'm gettin' a very bad vibe here..."

He rested both hands on the table and tried to ignore the people of the bar. The stares. Him... He was sure the younguest. Chances are, someone would come up to him and start some random nonsense with him.

He was practically doing the same thing. Just without the Boston speak.

He then saw someone from the corner of his eye. Sure, it wasn't someone that would try t o start something with him. It was a man. Someone a stranger like him? Sure looked different from him and the locals around this place.

"Hey.. Yo!" Akira called out. "Seem like yer someone who is confused as much as I am in this stupid place?"

He glanced over at Akira. Hearing his question, he nodded.

Taking another sip from his soda, the young bruise gave a rather soft laugh.

"So, stranger dude. What's youse name? What brings ya here, yo?"

"My name's Godot. And I don't exactly know."

Akira gave a small smile. This person didn't seem hostile, not like the brutes of this pub. Then again, not many seventeen year olds came to thus pub. Akira only entered it to escape the bad weather that would be rolling in. Speaking of. There was thunder rolling in from the outside. This can't be good. It meant that Akira and Dawson would be stuck here for a while now.

"Damn..." He silently said to himself. "It has t'storm. Ah well. At least I can make a conversation wit' ya, dude."

He shrugs. "Guess so." Godot sighed, glancing around.

Seemed like Akira would be stuck here in this ill forsaken pub area until the weather cleared. Looking over at Dawson, Akira sipped on his mango flavoured soda some more.

"SO, whatchahere fer? Aside we are gonna be stuck here for a while. A long while..."