<div class="floatleft">(http://xn--80aaeztjkj0c.xn--p1ai/uploads/posts/2011-02/thumbs/1297414052_danielcudmore_medium.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character Name:</strong>Piotr "Peter" Nikolaievitch Rasputin<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>(17:00 PM), 07 of July 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Harrys Hideaway Bar, Westchester, Upstage New York, The Bar<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black leather jacket, black tank top. Blue jeans, black leather belt, black boots (As pictured)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Psylocke<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Piotr was at yet another cross roads in his life. Once again it was like life or God had just pulled the rug from under him after he put everything on the line and lost more than he thought he could bear.  After all the deaths, when everything had settled he felt he still had Kitty but she left him. He was alone like he’d never been before and for a time he just went numb.<br/><br/>He hadn’t been able to paint in weeks; he just went through the motions in training and teaching. The numbness had faded now like coming out of shock and the pain was settling in. He’d been through this before, way too many times now. He knew what he had to do. Wake up, shower, get dressed, work, eat, and go to sleep, repeat until you begin to feel normal again.<br/><br/>He had been doing that. Tonight he even went a little further and made himself presentable. It was the first time he’d shaved in a week and was now considering a beard but wasn’t sure if it would suit his face. Unfortunately he had gotten no further than dressing up. The gumption to go out of their home just seemed out of reach so he sat down and put on some mindless television.<br/><br/>When Betsey came into his room and actually said ‘knock knock’ it made him smile; her accent always sent pleasant shivers up his spine. The outfit she was wearing made him sit up in bed and take notice. She was one of the most beautiful women on earth any red blooded man would take notice the moment she paid any attention to him. “Am I to ask ‘who is there’?” he says in the deep voice of his Russian accent. “You look..” extremely sexy. “..like you are going somewhere?” he notes.