((Heres the OOC you guys, sorry it took me a while to respond. Been feeling kind of bleh and more tired..then usual lately. x.x The Dying City OOC))

While the snow-white haired male had made his way down the concrete sidewalks of the city. He couldn't seem to help himself but to become curious about everything that had actually changed around him; true, all the machines that blasted out steam and the sound of gears clanking against one another continuously wasn't anything new. Although, it had sounded as though the citizens of the city were much more calm about the fighting going on now compared to when the war had been in progress within the past. Even if the war had ended and the fighting continued, it seemed almost completely calm among the people. At least, that was a good sign behind all of this chaos that went on outside of the city against the oil-users.

Heading over towards the nearest bakery had could find. Alex had stepped inside only to get a blast of an amazing sensation of freshly bake bread reaching his nostrils. Giving a warm smile as he had made his way over towards the counter, he stared through the glass and scanned each different type of bread that they had on display. He could have sworn that he was beginning to drool over the fact that there was so many to choose from, even though not a single bit of saliva had dripped from his lips; he had ended up wiping at his mouth with his right arm.

Pointing towards the Italian loaf of bread, Alex had asked for a few slices of that. The woman behind the counter had given a friendly smile as she did as asked before handing him a box filled with the bread he had asked for. Thanking the woman, he had paid her the money that was needed and left the bakery. Heading down the sidewalk once more, throughout the whole time; he was making his way around he had listened in on the conversations going around him while he had ate his bread.

While he had traveled across the sidewalk, he had sworn he had heard a loud crash as though someone had just landed onto the ground by a near alleyway. Raising a brow as he turned his attention towards it, there seemed to had been no sign of who or what made that sound. Shrugging his shoulders at the thought, Alex continued on his path to explore the outside world. It wasn't until he had heard about a tea house going on between two men that his footsteps had come to a halt. "A tea house..? Here? In Gravenhague?" He had whispered this to himself silently, almost as though he were mouthing the words rather then just speaking them at all. Shrugging over the thought, Alex had wondered what kind of place would serve tea in this city. The city was run off of steam, so a tea house must have more then plenty of it; considering the fact of how tea required to boil water and with boiling water, there was always steam.

Progressing his way down the city sidewalks once again as he ignored the rest of the conversation going on between the two men. Alex had asked many of the other citizens around for directions to the 'tea house'. Many of them had pointed all in the same direction as he simply continued to follow the path that he was told to go in. Those same people that had directed him seemed to had also been quite curious about the stitched scars all over Alex's face the whole time he had either asked them the question of where to go, if not; just having him walk pass them and him with the only person who had pale skin that made him look almost as though he had no blood circulation going through any part of his body. Along with the stitches making him look almost as though he were some kind of puppet.

It was only a matter of time that he had reached the 'tea house'. Staring around the area he was at, Alex had never thought of something like this being near the edges of the entire city itself. Questioning himself on whether he should even go inside or not, he had bitten down onto his lower lip before entering into the actual building itself. If this place was some kind of trap, it wasn't as though he had any of his actual physical weapons with him; they were all left at home. All he had was his metal body underneath this fake-like skin he was wearing. Sighing at the thought of this being a trap; Alex swallowed whatever fear he had before approaching the building and opening up the front entrance. "Hello...?" He had called out, noticing as how many other people were sitting at tables and drinking their tea; Alex had began to slightly calm down at the thought that this could be a trap.