<div class="floatleft">(http://www.stereoboard.com/images/artistimages/childish-gambino.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Cole Hawkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12434518#msg12434518)</strong><br/><strong>City | Date | Time: San Francisco, California | August 4th, 2017 | Sometime past 2 am</strong><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning: Jacqueline 'Jackie' Fawkes</strong><br/><strong>Content: A Shower to Reflect and Ponder...</strong><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Eternity could have passed on and Cole wouldn't have noticed it. He had felt victim to the wonderful comfort of being able to have a hot shower once again; being able to have all of the stress dealt with to simply wash off of him and down the drainage with the rest of the dirt and blood and pain that caked up on his flesh. Steam had begun to build up thickly around him and he gave a quiet inhalation of the misty heat before he decided to grab his washcloth and some soap and start scrubbing off any leftover filth upon him. He was shocked to find out that it wasn't as bad as he had felt, with wearing the same clothes for about a month or so without much of a wash. The dry heat of Arizona didn't help, that was for sure. And maybe it was finally getting that feeling of Arizona off of him that made him uneasy. It was finally coming back to him clearly now. All of the events that led him to getting as far and away as possible. Of course, he lost his laptop, which was the one true thing that was useful on his journey. Research, as much information as he could dig up on Tac-6. <br/><br/>Most of it was on the flash drive now. Some of that was stirring around in his head, a small mentioning of some sort of payload being transported. It hadn't been really thought about since he wanted to put as much distance as possible. But why San Francisco? What was he doing here? Did he just want to come because he had never been on the West Coast before? Was he going to hitch a ride on a plane and get himself to Hawaii? Swim there? He didn't know; he didn't have much of a plan anymore. Everything seemed to have gotten messed up once his laptop got destroyed. His last connection to his old life before he started running.<br/><br/>Eternity slipped away from him for a moment as he heard Jackie's voice calling out to him; she had left him a robe, let him know about his sleeping arrangement and told him what to do with his dirty clothes situation. He replied in a gentle affirmative towards her.<br/><br/>"Thanks...I am almost finished here," he said, although he certainly didn't feel like getting out. He stole a bit of shampoo for himself and started to rake through his hair a bit. He wasn't too worried about the haircut situation; it would sort itself out eventually. It always did. He then did another wash over before deciding that he didn't want to drown too much in his sorrows. He clicked the water off, grabbed his towel and dried himself off, feeling like a million bucks again. He did a quick no-handed cartwheel in the tightly confined space, stretching out his limbs and loosening himself up a bit. He wrapped his towel around his waist and leaped up, snatching the ceiling with only his fingertips and dangling a foot off the ground. He did a few easy pull ups, his body moving as lightly as a feather with no struggle before he dropped to the ground again and sighed.<br/><br/>He slipped into the robe and tried it out, then decided to just throw on his other set of clothes; he did still have a set of shorts buried in his bag, and he had his bloodied and ripped shirt. He walked out of the bathroom with a trail of steam escaping out, the robe over his left shoulder, his bag over his right and his clothing that he was going to get washed in hand. He directed himself towards the source of another shower running and placed his clothes on the floor next to where he figured Jackie's room was. The urge to peek in had almost consumed that little bit of clarity he was having as he turned away from the door and headed back to the living room, dropping his bag next to the sofa and quietly crashing down onto the pull-out bed. It was a few minutes before he saw Jackie appear back in the living room. His head seemed to tilt slowly at the outfit; from punk rock to J-Pop. That was a transition he hadn't expected. <br/><br/>"Colorful..." Cole mused for a moment before sitting there in a brief silence, not sure what else to say. He almost wanted to make conversation for a bit but he could tell that she was probably getting a bit tired. He didn't know if he was going to get too much rest. He looked around for a moment, almost feeling slightly uncomfortable. He guessed it had been a while since he was around a woman, especially one in a t-shirt and short shorts. But he pushed that aside. "Thanks for the bed. I...appreciate it."</span></span>