- Room 230, Saturday Noon
- September 3rd, 2011
Simon had been
horribly ignored for the louder characters keeping to himself a lot over the past few weeks. He'd spent some time on trying to calculate just how much slower time was going back in his home world, because he was wanting to go back for a visit – he missed his friends, and his family too – but first he was going to need to understand how long he could afford to stay there without losing too much time in this world. It didn't seem too good, though, when calling Alisha twice within a week made her laugh and call him a co-dependent creep.
So, he did other things to take his mind off of that. Mostly, that meant going running around town, especially in the abandoned warehouse districts. Slowly, he'd been adding climbing to his repertoire. Climbing and jumping, though not from great heights yet. He wasn't ready.
As much was obvious, right now. He'd just come back from one of those trips to the warehouse district. He'd already showered, but he was standing shirtless in his room, examining the bruise on the upper part of one of his arms. Yes, he'd fallen down. Yes, it had hurt.
Yes, that meant he just needed to keep practicing.
[ooc: Door half open, post completely so!]