Yet another day in the life
Who: Preston, open
What: Cleaning his weapons
When: Late afternoon/near sundown
Where: In front of the apartment building that he lives in and near his helicopter.
Warnings: Non, unless someone decides to get in a fight with him.
Preston sighed as he started to clean his weapons. It was almost Halloween and he couldn't help but remember how last year went for him and the rest of the islanders. Was it going to be similar this year? Or was it going to be entirely different? Ramming a cleaning rod down the barrel of his assault rifle before shaking his head. What use would it do trying to predict what will happen next? Absolutely nothing. Frowning as he concentrated more on his current task and getting lost in thought at the same time.
Sighing as he pulled the rod out from the barrel. Looking around him for the cleaning solution to eat away whatever had gotten stuck inside the gun. This was starting to become fairly routine for him. Patrol the island, do some shopping, come back to an empty appartment and do some cleaning and maintenance. Yes sir, just another day in his life on the island. Pausing in his cleaning Preston looked up and regarded the setting sun, it was going to be time to pack up soon. Scratching his chin, he was once again reminded that he needed to shave once more. Looking back down at his work he began to shake out whatever liquid was inside the barrel before grabbing another rod with a sponge at the end of it and sticking it down the barrel now.
Once he finished cleaning this gun he would be finished for his weapon's maintenance for the next two or three days. It depended on whether or not Preston was going to go out hunting monsters or whether he accidentally dropped it in some patch of dirt, sand or mud. Frowning a bit Preston once again went into becoming so focused on his current task and thoughts that he neglected to notice the world around him.