<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo2ahZeOfSc/VrjTjANA_3I/AAAAAAAAyOw/YaMFW9WDKjM/s1600-r/12688187_1059428557411333_305073398904424773_n.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br/><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Vodka chases away nightmares, food chases away hungry bellies</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Piotr was a hard working, farm bred, diligent man. Which usually meant he had a routine he adhered to, even when he didn't want to. It was simply his life. And usually that meant he was up before the sun, working on this or that, and training, and basically getting a full day of work in before most people got their morning coffee. <br/><br/>Yesterday had deeply unsettled him though, and his sleep was plagued with night terrors of Salvation hurting or killing all of his friends, and many more mutants all over the world. Finally he'd been forced to kill him, and had crushed the man within his armor so he couldn't hurt anyone else. He woke from his dream sweating cold bullets, and his alarm still blaring several hours later. <br/><br/>He needed a drink. He threw on jeans, boots, and a tank top. It was his usual attire, so it'd work for breakfast. By the time he got to the kitchen, it was empty, but a glance outside and he saw someone that always made his day brighter. After he poured his vodka, he walked outside and simply stood next to her. He sipped his drink once, then twice. "Penny for your thoughts, Katya?" Despite the look of calm over him, he was incredibly nervous right now.</span>