[b][u]Gavin Ashcroft[/u][/b]

Gavin would be cursing his luck if he hadn't known how fortunate he'd truly been in the last few years. 

Released from the hell that had been Curdun Cay, moving to New York City, getting a fairly rewarding job- he even might have an opportunity to go to school in the fall. He definitely didn't have any right to complain about any facet of his situation, to most. There were many that would give quite a bit to be in his situation, in fact.

And yet, he was still cursing the fact that a perfect opportunity had come and gone before he'd quite known what was happening. A Rogue Conduit, right in downtown... and he'd [i]missed it.[/i] His fingers twitched as he had a sudden and violent urge to Greek Fire something into splinters to let off some frustration. But such a thing would have been counter-intuitive to the image he was trying to construct, so he reined in the impulse. For now.

If he was truly being honest, it wasn't even that he was trying to be the hero he'd envisioned while wasting away in the Cay, though that was definitely part of the frustration. It was that he was so Hades-damned [i]bored.[/i] It made him sick to consider, but he almost missed some parts of the Cay, at this point. Not the experiments and the needles and shit- he still twitched whenever he passed by the hospital on his way to work. But the training? He almost missed that stimulation- the strategy, the intensity, the seemingly life-or-death scenarios- he was still uncomfortable pondering what, exactly, Augustine had been training them to do, but after seven years of near-constant adrenaline and battle, real life almost seemed... hollow.

Gavin shook his head, trying unsuccessfully to dislodge such traitorous thoughts from his head. If he was being completely honest, compared to his fantasies while sitting around in his cell, real life was almost unbearably boring. And even when something did happen, there would be no guarantees that he'd be close enough to do something to aid the situation. With a deep sigh, Gavin crossed the street, possibly headed toward his apartment to try and sleep off his excitement, or, more likely, to his secret place to blow off more steam. And to destroy a few more heavy bags, potentially. Maybe next time he'd be able to do something about whatever Rogue suddenly developed a superiority complex...