Character: Sam Milligan<br/>Location: Indoor Pool<br/>Uniform: Armored Sports Uniform<br/><br/>People continued to talk amongst themselves both within the building and out in the courtyard, quiet was not here at the moment. Rubbing his face Sam looked at his arm, "I'm finished with the start of the year look, might as well get comfortable. Could check on the water as well, get some movement in before the assembly starts." Checking his phone for the time, he had plenty to spare.<br/><br/>Every year wound up the same, new people show up as well as returning students always talking to each other. Questions of summer and plans for the year, were the main topic with most. His Summer and plans were different then most other student's, a grin painted Sam's face at the thought. His source of money came almost equally from an actual job and his thievery skills. Arriving at the indoor pool, he peeked inside one of the few windows at ground level, other windows were higher up to avoid outside interaction while competitive swimmers practiced in uniform. The indoor pool was dark inside, and locked, however the pool was full. "Let's see here new lock?" Sam had markings to easily identify territory he's been through, to make it easier to return to. Feeling the underside of the door handle with his fingernails, he caught a deep scratch at a 45 degree angle, simple mark was the best. "Same as previous years." Snagging a set of small picks from a pocket of his messenger bag, he had the door open fast. Quietly closing it behind himself, he left it unlocked for quick exit.<br/><br/>Chlorine, the smell of the familiar chemical filled his nose. He could almost feel it in the air he was so used to it. A deep breath brought comfort. To Sam the feeling of swimming was flying, to be almost weightless and control yourself on all three axis. With water being denser then air came pressure, remembering how good it felt just to lay on the bottom of the pool when it was full and feel the water pushing down till he ran out of air. "Definitely still the same, but I can't go for a swim just yet I need to be fairly presentable during the assembly. Which means I need steel." Tossing his bag onto a bleacher, he opened it up to remove a steel gauntlet made of steel scales and ring. Slipping the article over his right forearm, he clenched his fist, the scales that lay on the knuckles flared up. The idea of backhanding anyone with this glove seemed painful, all the scales would pop up the tips digging into the other person's flesh likely to cause bleeding. Sam wasn't a violent person, just greedy, the scales lay flat and smooth like a snake when his hand was in a more relaxed position then a fist. In addition, Sam equipped a couple of chains made from scales that simply hung from his belt loops.<br/><br/>Adjusting the armor wear needed, he looked over the surface of the pool. Perfectly flat, as if nothing was there. Most seemed to enjoy waves when looking at water, the perfect stillness put a glint in Sam's eye. If close to the floor looking at the surface, it acted as a mirror. "I promise I'll jump in soon, just have to deal with the starting school crap first." Taking out his phone, he began playing his music as he took a seat singing along not concerned about anyone hearing. The walls wells insulated to retain heat and moisture did a damn good job of being almost sound proof, you'd have to scream at the top of your lungs to be heard outside. "Now I'm aiming for Heaven, but probably wind up down in Hell. Where upon this alter I'll hang my guilt ridden head, but it's time I'll take before I begin. Three sheets to the wind, three sheets to the wind."