*Marteen is waist deep in a dumpster behind an all you can eat buffet, rooting around discarded fortune cookie boxes and trying not to impale his foot on a chop-stick punji spike. He roots around, letting his nose guide his search since there was no moonlight to brighten his way. There had to be something useful in here.
Wet napkins, over boiled tea... The teenage runaway tosses a few empty take-out containers out onto the street. Ahh, there it is. He reaches down picking up a load of sticky rice in one hand, sushi rolls in the other. He wolfs them down eagerly; the sushi was barely rotten. What was wrong with people, throwing away perfectly good food like this...*