<div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/be2f943855f2049d54336e5c844d0d55/tumblr_n6jiuvUzIw1r6n0wko1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>David Stryker<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Sitting at his desk, David could already tell it was going to be a long day.<br/><br/>The towel he had used from his shower had laid draped over the back of his desk chair, a cigarette hung limply between his lips as he sat naked in front of the computer.  Seeing the numbers dance across his screen, scrolled along at a quick pace, updating with seemingly each and every revolution, only made the pit in his stomach tighten with each passing moment.  Another long and trying day was ahead for him, if what he was reading was up to date.<br/><br/><em>I need a drink...</em>He thought to himself, not feeling up to looking into the stack of e-mails that remained unread, waiting for him to look over.<br/><br/>Some would be from friends, or people that could, in a sense he supposed, be considered friends.  Asking how he was doing, if he was alright, how the investments were holding up.  What would have seemed like friendly, conversation to some, and nothing but arrogance and having his failures being rubbed into his face to the trained eye.  Most of them were competitors after all.  They may have worked in the same building, worked for the same company, and lined the same boss's pockets with a percentage of their earnings, but they were all competing for that dollar, all taking pride in the downfall of others.<br/><br/>Never did he actively take part in the snide remarks and e-mails.  Such actions were below him in his mind.  But he never stopped them either, never sought to put an end to the pleasure in the downfall of others.  Some of it was funny, he had to admit, and some were self-righteous assholes who needed to be brought down a peg or two.  And now, it had seemed as if he were in that same boat so many had fallen into.<br/><br/>It was almost enough to make him get back on his clothes and go running again through the woods of the estate.  Quickly it had become his morning routine, the pre-dawn run through the thick woods that surrounded the secluded estate.  A place to clear his mind, to run away from the troubles that were just piling up and waiting for him.  Instead, he found himself shutting down the computer, turning off the display that was only adding more fuel to his troubles before closing the curtains to the windows and crawling back into bed, wishing he could just sleep it all away.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://33.media.tumblr.com/b85165acf51aa5cac8649c7e3fe21ce4/tumblr_ngjydcMSuw1rjpd1ko1_1280.jpg)</div>