<strong>Name:</strong>Andrew<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pool Patio<br/><strong>With Whom:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Andrew had slept well after exhausting himself with his wife. The thought of his oldest daughter had played a huge factor in his dreams and he had awoken with that morning woody his wife had grown accustomed to. He had risen early nonetheless, always one to get his day started earlier rather then later, and had showered once more to freshen up. The summer had officially started and all of the children were now home. They'd probably go on a family vacation for a week somewhere but for now he was content to stay at home.<br/><br/>Dressing in only his swim trunks to reveal his toned body, he headed downstairs and poured himself a glass of orange juice before fixing himself some toast, eggs, bacon, and sausage. Taking the plate and glass of OJ in hand, he meandered out onto the patio that surrounded the pool. The sun was up and already warming the concrete and stone. Andrew seated himself at one of the glass patio tables and began to eat is breakfast.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Richard<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Basement Gym<br/><strong>With Whom:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Richard was always an early riser, even during the summer. While everyone else slept in, Richard - like his father - liked to get a head start on his day. It was also a sign of mental strength, being able to get out of bed at the crack of dawn, waking yourself up and accomplishing physical activity while most people didn't get out of bed until noon. He had already created his strict regime of off-season work outs and today was day one. The free weights and bench press in a cool room in the families basement enabled him to do light workouts at home. Today was one of those days.<br/><br/>His alarm went off at 7:00 AM and by 7:15 AM he was down in the basement, shirtless, just wearing shorts, doing his warm up stretches with some pump-up music blaring in the small room. No need for headphones. Cracking his neck from side to side, Richard was soon pumping some weights, his mind having entered the 'zone'.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Peter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Peters Bedroom<br/><strong>With Whom:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Peter took cover, then rolled across the opening to the other side of the doorway. He blind fired around the corner as blaster fire pockmarked the wall he was taking cover behind. He heard his teammate over the headset saying he was in position. Peter fired again and the return fire subsided as his teammate took out the target from the flank. Peter reloaded, quickly, then sprinted forward, taking cover again as a grenade blast took out the soldier next to him. "Noob." He thought, before crouching low to move along a low wall. He spotted a few enemies running and firing at other targets and continued to move towards his team mate in the flanking position.<br/><br/>The blaring of an alarm brought Peters attention away from the screen of the computer and to his alarm clock. It was Monday and he had forgotten to turn his alarm off from when he had set it to get up for school. He glanced over at the clock. He'd been playing games for the last 12 hours, almost non stop, and a small pile of mountain dew cans attested to the fact that he had managed to stay up all night and not sleep. His eyes were bloodshot and he knew he'd look like a stoner if anyone saw them.<br/><br/>Peter turned back to the screen in time to pop an OpFor Soldier in the head from close range. Luckily for him, no one would ever see his eyes through a computer screen.