Post by Prussia on Oct 11, 2012 5:21:58 GMT -5
((Hopefully this'll do for a start.))
Prussia stretched, his heavy bag still hoisted over one shoulder like it had been almost the entire day. He had checked out every room he could find, eaten, drank, messed with people and trained himself sore, not once bothering to even think about dropping off his stuff first. It didn’t matter anyway, his shit wasn’t that heavy.
Still, as Prussia reached the stairs leading upstairs to the rest area, he couldn’t help but be a little thankful. This had been a tough, eventful day. The whole kitchen incident alone, with all the alcohol and frying pans, had left him completely beat - literally. And when you combined that with everything else he had done… yeah, his feet could use some resting. He wasn’t sleepy though. He never was at this hour. Oh well, he could blog ‘til sleep got to him.
Standing on the rest area now, Prussia took a look around. Bunks to the left, bunks to the right, now which one was his?
He wandered among the beds for a while, until a nameplate with a familiar word on it caught his eyes. Yup, there it was, his bunk! Grinning, Prussia ran up to it, taking in the sight of a warm bed after so long. His bunk was the upper one just like he had requested. He was all ready to jump up there and nap, when he suddenly realized… he wouldn’t have any room to sleep with all his stuff occupying most of the bed. He couldn’t bear to just dump everything on the floor, either, and there didn’t seem to be any lockers or shit around.
… But wait, there was the lower bunk! Prussia grinned, unceremoniously taking off his dirty clothes and throwing them on the sheets, repeating the process with his muddy boots and bag. Since there didn’t seem to be anyone here to say no, he hereby declared the lower bunk his personal storage place!
Nodding to himself and throwing on some loose pants for the night, Prussia climbed on his own bunk, took out his laptop and started to type away.
Prussia stretched, his heavy bag still hoisted over one shoulder like it had been almost the entire day. He had checked out every room he could find, eaten, drank, messed with people and trained himself sore, not once bothering to even think about dropping off his stuff first. It didn’t matter anyway, his shit wasn’t that heavy.
Still, as Prussia reached the stairs leading upstairs to the rest area, he couldn’t help but be a little thankful. This had been a tough, eventful day. The whole kitchen incident alone, with all the alcohol and frying pans, had left him completely beat - literally. And when you combined that with everything else he had done… yeah, his feet could use some resting. He wasn’t sleepy though. He never was at this hour. Oh well, he could blog ‘til sleep got to him.
Standing on the rest area now, Prussia took a look around. Bunks to the left, bunks to the right, now which one was his?
He wandered among the beds for a while, until a nameplate with a familiar word on it caught his eyes. Yup, there it was, his bunk! Grinning, Prussia ran up to it, taking in the sight of a warm bed after so long. His bunk was the upper one just like he had requested. He was all ready to jump up there and nap, when he suddenly realized… he wouldn’t have any room to sleep with all his stuff occupying most of the bed. He couldn’t bear to just dump everything on the floor, either, and there didn’t seem to be any lockers or shit around.
… But wait, there was the lower bunk! Prussia grinned, unceremoniously taking off his dirty clothes and throwing them on the sheets, repeating the process with his muddy boots and bag. Since there didn’t seem to be anyone here to say no, he hereby declared the lower bunk his personal storage place!
Nodding to himself and throwing on some loose pants for the night, Prussia climbed on his own bunk, took out his laptop and started to type away.