<div class="floatleft">(https://i.mdel.net/newfaces/i/2013/03/21I7274.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Marshall Wood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15272667#msg15272667)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>Oct. 1st, 2:30AM<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Castle Halls<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>Pictured, w/slippers<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"> Mood:</span></span></strong>Exhausted<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Wandering the halls, trying to get tired<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/><em>Fft….pap<br/>Fft...pap<br/>Fft…...pap!</em><br/><br/>This was so typical; 2:45AM glowing on his watch, and here he was, wandering up and down the halls of his new, temporary, home, unable to sleep for the life of himself.<br/>It had happened the first week he had been at Notre Dame too, and his first week at summer camp, when he was a kid. That's just the way it worked for him. Jet lag had never been a problem, but getting comfortable in a new place, that was just a chore.<br/>Which was why he now found himself wandering the halls of this castle, tossing his football, that was marked up with the signatures of all of his previous college teammates, into the air and catching it. Over and over again.<br/><br/><em>Fft...pap<br/>Fft…..pap<br/>Fft...pap</em><br/><br/>At his last school, this had been an easy thing to deal with. He had been there on an athletic scholarship, specifically to be an integral part if their football team, so they had shown him to their workout facility that he had 24 hour access to. So on those nights he couldn't sleep, he'd just head over to the gym and run a few miles on the treadmill, or lift weights until his mind and body were completely exhausted. Sometimes to the point that he could barely make it back to his bed. Then he'd sleep like a baby.<br/>He was pretty sure a castle this size had some kind of gym too. Even if it was super old school, medicine-baller, they likely had something. A pool maybe. But he hadn't gotten a full tour yet, and had no idea where he might find it.<br/><br/>So instead he did his best to sneak out of bed without waking his roommates. Then, dressed in his very best sleepwear and slippers, he would continue to wander inti the witching hour. Tossing his football again and again, wondering how many miles of hallways there were in this place.<br/><br/><em>Fft...pap<br/>Fft….pap<br/>Fft…..pap</em>