Name: Baxter Caldwell<br/>Location: Front door to Kitchen to bathroom<br/>Approximate Time: 7:00<br/>Wearing: Grey hoodie and sweatpants over red athletic shorts and a white t-shirt.<br/>Tagging: Irina, Sam, Eric, and Olivia<br/><br/>As he jogged down the snowy streets, Baxter panted, a steady stream of hot breath floating into the cold winter air as he came to the final leg of his morning run. During his time in juvee Baxter had found that excercise was one of the best ways to focus his mind and burn off some of the energy that had gotten him in so much trouble in the first place. Runnings added benefit was that it got him out of the house and away from his family for a while. A constant goal of his since he had come home from his time in incarceration. Things had been strained between him and his parents and siblings ever since his arrest. While his mother, and sister Irina had been openly supportive of him now that he was out, he still had the creeping feeling that he was the family embarrassment, that he just didn't fit in with his straight laced, seemingly perfect family.<br/><br/>As he came to the front of his house, he slowed and raised his arms over his head to help him catch his breath. He glanced around and noticed a dark black van across the street. He wondered at it, as it didn't really fit with the posh neighborhood his parents kept their home in. "Which of the neighbors would buy something so ugly?" he thought to himself as he climbed the front steps and stepped through the front door.<br/><br/>Greeted by the smell of cooking eggs and toast, he took off his shoes by the door and walked towards the kitchen where he found the rest of his family. Though intellectually, he knew that they had their share of problems and fights, but as something of an outsider, he felt a strange sense of envy. How perfect they looked as a family, smiling happily,laughing, kissing each other on the cheeks. Without him there they seemed picture perfect family. It had been over a year since he had moved back in, but it still felt as though he didn't quite belong.<br/><br/>Wordlessly he turned back around and climbed the stairs upstairs towards his room. Closing the door behind him he stripped off his sweat stained clothes and tossed them in a hamper before wrapping his lower body in a towel, revealing a powerful and toned upper body. Padding out into the hallway he made his way to the bathroom and turned the knob in the shower to maximum heat and stepped in. As the water washed over his body he rested his head on the tile wall and closed his eyes, wishing he could connect to his family like a normal son.