<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Male Dorm (Biscuit's Room)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>First day, Night<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Boots, Dusty blue jeans, Army Field Jacket, Field Cap, Aviator Goggles, black Foothills brewery t-shirt<br/><strong>Note:</strong>dropping off his stuff.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Biscuit inserted the key into the lock of his assigned dorm room. He was more exhausted than he thought he was, and just wanted to off load his stuff, and perhaps take a hot shower before maybe sliding into town, and trying an actual Authentic Japanese Beef Bowl. Biscuit would unlock the door, and slip into the room. He wasn't sure if he had a room mate, or if he drew the "Lucky Ticket", and was the odd man out. Either way was fine with him. Approaching the center of the room, Biscuit tossed his dingy green army duffel bag upon a bed, and eased himself down upon the edge of he bed. A soft groan slipping from his lips as he relaxed for a few minutes.<br/><br/>How many minutes had Biscuit simply sat there, and staired into nothingness as he let his body relax? 5 minutes, 10 Minutes? An hour perhaps. It took a monumental amount of will for Ben not to simply plop back, and let his body shut down completely. Raising back up, he turned and grabbed his duffel. Pulling out the clothes, he set them in the small chest of drawers, and the closet closest to his chosen bed.<br/><br/>Afterwards, Ben pulled a new set of clothing, and his bathing kit to go find the showers. Figuring that he must've not smelled very nice