<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Miles Calliban</span></span><br/><br/>7 AM. What an ungodly hour to be conscious.<br/>Miles had not been able to sleep, only a little time ago he had spent the night in a public bathroom. And now he was here.<br/>How the hell did this come to pass?<br/>He didn't know any of these individuals. Disconcerting. But he wouldn't go back, such was his vow.<br/><br/>There was just so much life going on around him right now that he couldn't even attempt to sleep any more. He felt undead, the light hissing at him.<br/>He imagined rising torpidly from a sepulchre, dragging himself towards the signs of life.<br/><br/>The smell of this place was strange and threw him off, he was very sensitive to such things after all. Everyone smelled,<br/>their own discrete smell of washing powder or some unfamiliar fragrance.<br/><br/>He rested his weary self against the door frame, monitoring the others.<br/>Janice didn't have his shirt, nor pants, nor unmentionables.<br/>Made sense actually, since he obviously hadn't walked out the door that day with seven layers of clothing.<br/>He didn't smell of sweat, surely, not like some hairy brute. He was lithe and graceful, and hardly perspired at all.<br/>Regardless, he had been washed clean in the rain two days ago. A very thorough rain that had been.<br/><br/>From a distance he saw D-Dennis?... Danny? Yes, Danny, doing his thing.<br/>"I don't much care for that man" He mused in the voice of his mind, which was considerably darker, more imposing and british than his physical one.<br/>"I bet that one smells like sausage when he sweats, and he surely does sweat"<br/><br/>Miles collapsed his nostrils, so as not to let these smells compound the multitudinous distractions.<br/>He approached as silently as he could, on his toes, positioned himself behind Janice and (very silently) lifted his index finger<br/>"Umm... I should thank you for letting me stay... uh... here, yes. If i didn't already... So, thank you" He bowed slightly and drifted towards the smell of the breakfast.