(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/DavidAvatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">David Cornell</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hotel Ambassador<br/><strong>With:</strong>No one<br/><hr/><br/>David had arrived in Monaco the previous night after having just taken a plane ride that was about 9 hours and then having to be in a taxi for another 20, it like most traveling had been taxing. He did not bother with the sights that night and just decided to throw himself into bed for the night. With the sunlight streaming in the room, there was not much of a choice in the matter but to wake up. Slowly he opened his eyes and rolled over in his bed, staring at the ceiling for a long moment. Today was likely to be an interesting day as it was going to mark day one of his search for his daughter. All the cards were likely not in his favor of finding her today, but there was always tomorrow where all the work from this day would benefit him and get him that much closer to finding her.<br/><br/>But he was on a clock and he knew that. Free people could buy her up, she was eighteen by now. And likely if she had been in slave school like the report on her said then she was at some auction house of some kind. But he was not going to start at an auction house, first he was going to go to the place that kept track of slaves, the BAF, to see if there was someone in the process of owning her already for that would narrow down his search significantly.<br/><br/>A breakfast was in order, but not one that was likely to be served by the house slaves of the hotel. He wanted to not be reminded of girls in servitude for the moment at least not as blatantly as having them serve it to him in his room. Feet hit the floor as he crossed the room to grab his black large roller suitcase and open the zipper quickly. Fingers quickly dug through the clothes to pull out socks, blue boxers, a white shirt, shampoo, conditioner, his toothbrush and a bottle of mouth wash. All of that was taken to the bathroom in a couple of trips and then he took a shower that lasted all of forty-five minutes. At its conclusion, he walked across the bathroom floor and then stood in front of the mirror to brush his teeth and clean his mouth.<br/><br/>A little bit of stubble prompted him to go grab a razor and shaving cream to get himself clean shaven. Completely finished with his hygenic activities he put on the boxers, shirt and socks. Dressed somewhat, he headed out to the main room where he retrieved a pair of black suit pants, a black suit jacket, a white dress shirt, a blue tie and then a pair of black polished dress shoes. It took him all of a few moments to put the suit on and tie the tie. After he had the shoes on, he grabbed his wallet, cellphone, and keycard before heading out the door to go to the morning buffet downstairs.<br/><br/>Like in most hotels, there was a murmur of voices in the background yet to him most of these were not something he could understand. David had always thought that French as a language was beautiful, yet he had never had the opportunity to learn any of it. He had taken Spanish in high school and all of that was a blur in his head. He headed into the dining area where there were all sorts of food for his enjoyment, but knowing how to eat right, all he took was a bowl of fruit, a cup of coffee, and some orange juice. After retrieving his items, he sat down at a table on the far upper right hand corner of the room slowly eating his food with his eyes gazing upon the architecture of the dining hall as he did so.