Nightime-ish...
Wow...so meeting Mr. Giles was interesting to say the least, he it just so much like Grandpa, it's creepy as hell. He wants me to interrogate some woman or something like that, which I mean I'm all for, because I need to keep my mind off of the last couple of days, that or hit the gym. That seems like a good idea...I'm sure that I could find one, but first thing first is to unpack and get settled in.
I tossed my backpack onto the bed and then laid down for a minute first, taking it all in. This was it, this was my new home, a hell of a lot bigger than our old place, but I guess that was to be expected there was a closet in everything, although it's not like I had a lot of clothes, but it was a nice gesture I guess. I put the picture of me, my sister, and grandpa on the nightstand and then took the clothes out of my bag, once I had all my clothes on the bed I realized that I did actually bring a lot, which I guess military school was good for something, I sure as hell can pack a bag. I had to leave my weapons behind though, not sure I could explain them to airport security and I'm sure that I can find some around here, that or I can just lift 'em off of someone.
I walked past the mirror while I was putting my clothes in the dresser and realized that I looked like hell, as if I hadn't slept in days, which is true for the most part, unless you consider the nap on the airplane sleep. I needed to take a shower. I grabbed some clothes and then jumped into the shower, letting the warm water run over my body. This was nice, even the bathroom was big, and I wasn't sharing it, that was a new feeling. There were no bra's or anything hanging or hairbrushes and things like that on the sink. It was definitly clean, I even managed to find some towels in the linen closet, wow. I wonder how much this place costs? I thought as I took my shower.
I got out of the shower and dressed and kissed my finger and put it to the picture of my grandpa and sister. Cayleigh...I'd kill for her or die for her. Damn, I miss the little sister, but she said she needed time and that she'd call me when she got back to the States, she was visiting friends in Europe; which is good for her, she needs to keep herself occupied and out of trouble.
I grabbed my cellphone and looked at it, no missed calls; although I knew that, the only two people who ever called were Grandpa and Cayleigh...one of which is dead. I tossed the phone back onto the bed and then grabbed my shoes and headed out. Time to get used to this place, even though Mr. Giles said I'd have a person show me around sometime tomorrow, I can start early.
I retraced the steps that we had taken earlier and then found myself at a gym. An extremely well cleaned gym and fully stocked...This...this is what I'm talking about. I walked in and walked towards the punching bag, I grabbed some tape off the nearby table and taped my hands up as I started to slowly hit the bag. It felt so good to let some of my steam off, before I knew it I was getting a full workout in, sweating and doing some serious damage to the bag.
((Open for anyone! Seriously...guy needs somebody to talk to...and show him around, or beat him up. lol Or grab a bite to eat.))
I tossed my backpack onto the bed and then laid down for a minute first, taking it all in. This was it, this was my new home, a hell of a lot bigger than our old place, but I guess that was to be expected there was a closet in everything, although it's not like I had a lot of clothes, but it was a nice gesture I guess. I put the picture of me, my sister, and grandpa on the nightstand and then took the clothes out of my bag, once I had all my clothes on the bed I realized that I did actually bring a lot, which I guess military school was good for something, I sure as hell can pack a bag. I had to leave my weapons behind though, not sure I could explain them to airport security and I'm sure that I can find some around here, that or I can just lift 'em off of someone.
I walked past the mirror while I was putting my clothes in the dresser and realized that I looked like hell, as if I hadn't slept in days, which is true for the most part, unless you consider the nap on the airplane sleep. I needed to take a shower. I grabbed some clothes and then jumped into the shower, letting the warm water run over my body. This was nice, even the bathroom was big, and I wasn't sharing it, that was a new feeling. There were no bra's or anything hanging or hairbrushes and things like that on the sink. It was definitly clean, I even managed to find some towels in the linen closet, wow. I wonder how much this place costs? I thought as I took my shower.
I got out of the shower and dressed and kissed my finger and put it to the picture of my grandpa and sister. Cayleigh...I'd kill for her or die for her. Damn, I miss the little sister, but she said she needed time and that she'd call me when she got back to the States, she was visiting friends in Europe; which is good for her, she needs to keep herself occupied and out of trouble.
I grabbed my cellphone and looked at it, no missed calls; although I knew that, the only two people who ever called were Grandpa and Cayleigh...one of which is dead. I tossed the phone back onto the bed and then grabbed my shoes and headed out. Time to get used to this place, even though Mr. Giles said I'd have a person show me around sometime tomorrow, I can start early.
I retraced the steps that we had taken earlier and then found myself at a gym. An extremely well cleaned gym and fully stocked...This...this is what I'm talking about. I walked in and walked towards the punching bag, I grabbed some tape off the nearby table and taped my hands up as I started to slowly hit the bag. It felt so good to let some of my steam off, before I knew it I was getting a full workout in, sweating and doing some serious damage to the bag.
((Open for anyone! Seriously...guy needs somebody to talk to...and show him around, or beat him up. lol Or grab a bite to eat.))