<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkNbDddcBmc/TkaEgCAnU2I/AAAAAAAAu34/aU5ieDix6RE/s1600/Conan%2Bthe%2BRastafarian%2BJason%2BMomoa%2Bis%2Bunrecognisable%2Bas%2Bhe%2Bdrops%2Bthe%2Bdreadlocks%2Bfor%2Bclean-cut%2Blook%2B%2B%2B4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>"Duke" Ata Tupoi IV<br/><strong>Date:</strong>April 1st<br/><strong>Time:</strong>1pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Swimming to escape phone calls<br/><hr/><br/>Ata's new home rushes into view as he pushes his bike hard for the last moment of the journey. It was a way he tried to release himself from the sensation of riding because otherwise he would just keep going. He already had plenty of reasons to avoid stopping. With a quiet curse he did slow down and pull up to the building. He took off his helmet and got off his Triumph Street Twin. Ata had sold his other two bikes because he needed enough money to invest in his projects but he would never let go of his favorite bike. It was his most recent motorcycle acquisition but it was his favorite, he loved his bike more than most people.<br/><br/>Once he was off his bike he got out his phone hoping he had an email from one of his Fetlife prospects. Moving into a new town meant setting up new opportunities to play with lovely ladies and he had taken to it with a focus that he lacked with most real work. Sadly he had no messages from Fetlife but he did have seven messages from his business partner Warren. He was freaking out, wondering when they could meet about their company. Acting like the phone might bite him he pushed it back into his pocket.<br/><br/>Ata Tupoi had no interest in meeting with Warren today, or tomorrow. If he had his way they would avoid any kind of conversation related to business for at least a week. As far as he was concerned he need to take this time to adjust to a smaller place and his new reality. The company was always suppose to be a hobby and now his livelihood depended on it. That was a big reality shift and one could not expect him to just roll into town acting like a CEO.<br/><br/>He spent about enough time in his new apartment to make sure his electronic system and bed got brought it. He would unpack later, he needed some escapism. He tossed the phone on his bed and got his swimsuit out of his suitcase. The pool was exactly what he needed right now. Truthfully he really needed to dive in the ocean, but his new pool would do the trick. Water had always been magical to him. He learned to swim almost at the same time he learned to walk. He always use to hide away from responsibility and drama by finding somewhere made of water he could dive into. Later on in life he would also escape into video games, rugby or women, but before all that there was the swim.<br/><br/>When he reached the pool nobody was there which was surprising. The weather was perfect to spend hours lost on a poolside yet nobody seemed to be interested. He assumed that was because it was a new building and most people were wasting their time getting settled in. Screw that thought Duke. He needed to get personal with this pool before he worried about his apartment. He quickly pulled off his shirt and dove into the water. The moment water crashed in around him and he sped down towards the bottom of its blue surface. For the briefest of moments nothing existed but him and the water.