Seikatsu jogged down the wide street that leads into the Dragon Flats District. The blocks along this stretch were farther apart; way too far for him to use his preferred method of transportation. The day had been unnaturally hot, but the sun was on its way to the horizon. Beads of sweat shivered as a cool breeze blew by, taking a few degrees of heat from the air.

This area was fairly unfamiliar to Seikatsu, his deliveries were usually not this far out. The buildings were notably smaller than most of the city; the tallest buildings were three-stories high. His jog slowed as he scanned the roofs. Most were flat-topped and aligned right next to eachother; groups of buildings clustered together forming each block. Metalbender wires went across each block, but they were useless to Sei. They served more as a warning that police presence could quickly accumulate. Seikatsu had a feeling that he would need to evade them again at some point.

His latest client, Mr. Kuruka, had proven to be a well-paying customer, but at the expense of less-than-safe work. He was a shady-looking person from the start, but Sei decided not to judge a book by its cover. Of course, the book turned out to be just as rotten as the cover; Sei was attacked by an unknown earthbender during his delivery. Mr. Kuruka said knew nothing about it, but that stupid grin on his face said otherwise.

Sei decided to try to find clients in places that were a little more ‘nicer’ than the docks. A place such as Dragon Flats District, supposedly a place of mostly non-benders it was quieter than most of the city. It looked safer. Everything looked rather plain, non-descript, unattractive. All Seikatsu knew about this part of town was that it was mostly lower-income families, like his, only non-benders. He continued through the district entirely unaware of the eyes that followed him.

Sei approached a sheltered trolley-station. The little shack was a little different than the ones he’s seen in the city. It was brighter, cleaner. Sei pulled out a flier he had made for his delivery services out of his messenger bag. It was a crude hand-made drawing of himself on a plain piece of paper with advertising that Sei thought was genius; He tried to emulate all the advertising slogans he’s seen throughout the heart of the city. He also pulled out a small ceramic jar and a brush. The jar contained some strange adhesive paste Sei’s mother had concocted. He carefully brushed the paste on the edges of the back of his flier, resting the flier by its front on his left palm. When satisfied that it would stick, Sei slammed the paper on the inner-wall of the station similar to the way one throws a pie.

“Perfect!”

He put the lid back on the jar and placed it back in his bag. Satisfied that the flier in the station was now a permanent work of art he turned and walked down the street, following the trolley-rail. He had to find a central location, somewhere that has a lot of people for most of the day. His next target location was Central City Station, but there had to something else here besides plane houses and trolley stations, right? He only then realized that the entire time he had been in the Dragon Flats District, he had not seen a single person.

“Hmmmm….. Maybe everyone’s gathered somewhere. Oh! Maybe there’s a cookoff somewhere!”

Though he was hungry, Sei was doubtful he was correct. Frequent cook-offs were only common in his house. He walked on hoping to find where everyone had gone; wherever that was would be a PERFECT place to put up a flier, or so he thought.