morning: kc
Memories of the Techno Camp flooded his mind. Images flashing, lights blinding, then darkness. He could feel consciousness pulling at him.
Jerking awake KC scanned his room. How did he get here again? His bedding was twisted and half was on the floor, his left side was hanging off the bed and KC shook his head, clearing the cobwebs. Drenched in a cold sweat he steadied the slight tremor in his hands and tried to remember. Last night...last night...poker. Right. Yawning, KC stood up, drowsy and hungry. He decided to take a shower and grabbed a change of clothes and went to the showers and returned a bit later.
He felt more awake, more aware. As his senses unfogged he looked in the mirror, his hair was down and sopping wet and his facepaint had completely washed off. Sighing he shook his head and used a towel to dry his bright green hair. After that KC did his best to spike it up as usual and put the two black bars underneath his eyes and his trademark succession of red boxes down the right side of his face. Satisfied KC put on some camo converses, an old red t-shirt, and camo pants and headed out the door for breakfast.
