Damien didn't want to wake up when the alarm buzzed. He didn't want to think. Didn't want to open his eyes. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to crawl back under those covers and never leave the warmth of the bed again. It was his own stupid fault for deciding coffee was a good thing to have at 7pm at night and then being too high strung to sleep deciding he needed to be doing something. So he'd gone to the training yard and he'd been there almost all night. Well until 3am. He'd crawled into his bed at 4am and finally fallen asleep. That is until the alarm sounded. Damien had never been one to sleep late. or through any noise, yet here he was only slowly beginning to realize that the noises were in fact people screaming that an emergency required them and the alarm was not his mickey-mouse alarm clock, but an actual alarm and call to arms.<br/><br/>He shot out of bed suddenly wide awake and ready to go. He pulled on his clothing his gantlets and all but ran out the door and almost ran straight into Charley as she peeked around the corner looking for him. He skidded to a halt mere inches from her. Instead of barreling her over he took her into a big bear like hug and grinned ruefully. "So what's the emergency?"<br/><br/>He let her go and leaned back against the wall casually watching the others with a big smile and dark circles under his eyes, his good humor clearly in attendance. He always loved morning. Now he was ready and awake he was his typical self once more. Damien wondered what the emergency was all about, and yet he looked much too relaxed to be in a crisis condition. The soft wry smile on his face. The casual way he leaned against the wall. The way his eyes were alight with laughter and good cheer. All these things told of a too cheerful person. Who was also a giant of a young man. Broad of shoulders, big and muscled and tall. He was like a mountain that was slow to anger but violent when he was angry. He was just zen in many ways.