<div class="floatright">(https://haahilfm.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/1-CHRIS.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Character Name:</strong>  Benjamin Grecko (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=314998.msg15226548#msg15226548)<br/><strong>Hero Name:</strong> Hercules<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, 3/1/2020 | 6am-10am<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Hero Factory &gt; Cruising around the city<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Phil, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> The sun hadn't even begun to rise when Benjamin did, and after his shower, he went out to the stable(more like a horse apartment) and saw Pegasus was still knocked out. The <em>somtimes</em> majestic steed was surrounded by junk food and empty soda bottles, while My Little Pony played on his tv. Ben couldn't help snapping a quick picture of his best friend to tease him later, but didn't have time to stay around. Taking a blanket and draping it over the sleeping steed, Ben closed the door behind him, walked over to his Mustang and hopped in.<br/><br/> He'd already left his workout bag and work bag in there overnight because he knew that lazy horse of his would be sleeping in just like he was now. His engine roared to life as he hopped in and turned the key. Ben looked over his shoulder down the driveway, although knowing that no one was back there, as his home was basically a farm to have enough room for Pegasus and all his animal friends to frolic around. So slamming the pedal, the Mustang screeched and kicked up dust and smoke, speeding backward before he spun it around and peeled out down the long trail to the street and then on toward the city. <br/><br/>The drive to the Hero Factory was uneventful, and when he arrived, he went about his day like he normally did. He started with an intense cardio workout, and then switched to free weights, etc, etc... From six up until now, Ben was flexing some muscle or pushing himself in some form or fashion. Even for someone as superhumanly powerful as him, the Hero Factory could make <em>anyone</em> work hard, and by the end of his workout, he was absolutely drenched in sweat. He took a quick shower after that, then spent about fifteen minutes chatting it up with Phil.<br/><br/> After that, he had to get to work, so he jumped back in his car and headed to the DCPD. The one good thing about being a detective was that he wasn't stuck at any one precinct; he could just go to whichever he felt like and get his cases transferred over for the day. A hardcore rock track (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uee_DYp4ceo&amp;t=137s) blared from his cars speakers, drowing out the constant singing and dancing around him as he drove. He had no problem with it, but it was <em>all</em> the time and sometimes he got tired and just wanted something not...that. When he finally arrived at the office, he gave out hugs, fist bumps, hellos, and however else people greeted him; all on the way to his desk, where he slid his bag underneath, then plopped down in his chair and reclined for a few moments just for a bit of peace before the chaos of the day began.<br/><br/></span>