"Mighty fine view....."

Jyrell stood atop a building as he sipped a cup of tea. He held his cane in between his arm and torso, hanging precariously as one mistake could lead it tumbling down onto the pavement below but was entirely safe as it is in the hands of Jyrell. That could also be said for Jyrell himself, standing on the edge of the roof with the toes of his shoes just peaking out. He had made a hobby of clambering onto hard to reach places just recently to try to find a perfect view. This was mostly done here, downtown, as the higher, more 'noble', places would have a more uptight reaction to it. At least, that is what he thought. The minds of the rich eluded him at some points really.

He took another sip as he reach into the depths of his jackets. His hand resurfaced with his pocket watch in his grasp. Looking at the time, he realized that it tea break was over. Now it was time for his lunch break. Some people might find it odd that one would separate lunch and tea breaks but to Jyrell, it was only in his best interest to waste some time to increase the chance on something interesting to happen. With that reasoning, he had a tea break in the morning, lunch straight after, and a cofee break following that but only for the first business day of the week..

He skipped off from the edge, throwing the remnants of his tea out. It drenched a poor chap just minding his own business out below. He let out a surprised cry when he felt the hot slightly flavored liquid stain his shirt. Jyrell payed this no mind though. He simply slid down the pipe and gone on his merry way. 

Spontaneity is something Jyrell takes to the extreme and somehow also trivial. He liked to eat some place new for a month. It was a choice that loved and regretted, as some places were just beyond his taste's comprehension in a good and bad way. Now, he planned to visit this place called "Melting Icebergs" which is inspired by the Southern and Northern Watertribe's cuisine.