[h1][b][i][color=3333FF][center]Alcander Mires[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]

[color=3333FF]Location:[/color] Best Exotic Hotel, bathroom. Jaipur City Streets. Rajasthan University Swimming Pool.
[color=3333FF]Interacting with:[/color] Himself. Local Children.

He woke up before most everyone else, like usual. Back in the states, it was a chore for Alcander to get up before 11 A.M., but somehow in India, he felt like he met the sunrise every morning expectantly. Even when he spent half the night reading and practicing his indian. Al didn't even use an alarm anymore, and he wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing. 

He lay on his small cot, shirtless and exposed from the waist up, his hands above his head and legs spread everywhere. He gave a low, closed mouth groan as he awoke, his body shifting ever so slightly in a weak stretch. Moments later his eyes popped open, and his gaze flickered to the opening in the wall. The night was just barely leaving, it looked. He didn't feel like playing his flute this morning, he decided lazily. He felt like listening to some, though, later.

He procrastinated getting up for a few minutes, until his mind snapped to, realizing he wasn't going back to sleep. He should greet the day in readiness. With a little effort, he sat up and stretched again. The pants he wore underneath the sheets clung to his glistening skin and dragged as his legs moved. He felt his head with both hands, and his hair was everywhere like always. It wasn't generally neat and combed, but he knew there was a big difference between untidy and wild. He needed a shower to calm it down, and one scoot off the cot and a few paces to the bathroom later... 

He sniffed and turned knob for the faucet. A burst of brown liquid sputtered out, and then ran dry. The dirty liquid slinked down slowly into the drain, teasingly. He turned the knob again. Nothing else came out. "...Of course." he deadpanned, standing up fully and looking around. "[color=0054a6]Why would it work? It's not like it was built that way.[/color]" He found his loose, tanned buttoned shirt and threw it on, hoisting it upon his shoulders. "[color=0054a6]No, that'd be stupid.[/color]" His arms slipped into the loose sleeves. He wasn't really mad, he just spoke that way. It gave him an excuse to go out. A sudden noise from above was all the warning he received, and a piece of the ceiling fell right in front of his face, narrowly missing his head. His brows raised, and he looked up to examine what he could. Various vein-like cracks jutted around just above him. "[color=0054a6]Jesus.[/color]" he muttered, and then decidedly shrugged. Well he couldn't rightly fix that. 

He stepped lightly down the hall, trying his best to put his hair down as he walked. He pulled his MP3 player and earbuds out of his pockets, and flipped it on as he made his way out of the hotel and through the green, stepping onto the street. Even as the sun barely peeked over, as soon as he hit the city there were people all around. Kids ran in large groups together and mothers guided other children towards the markets. Bicycles, Rickshaws, and Motorcycles sped passed him, right next to men guiding donkeys laden with goods. Al felt extremely welcome here. For some reason, he didn't feel out of place where he was in fact, out of place. It was back in the western world he felt a bit odd. 

He needed a fast song to get his mind moving, and hitting random on his music player served him well. It was "Uma Thurman" by Fallout boy, followed by "All my Life" from the Foo Fighters. Somehow they worked with this morning, and he turned the street corner into Rajasthan University, making his way towards the swimming pool. The school was huge, but the gate was unlocked like always.

He turned his music off, placing it on the pavement. He then removed his shirt and long pants, using his boxers as a swimsuit. He looked down at his bare abdomen. There was a little definition there, from his constant runs and exploration of the city these past few months. He might need to start working out again to make the best of it. He hadn't done a lot of physical sports in awhile. Al slipped his foot into the water to test it out. It wasn't too terrible, but not nearly comfortable enough. The rising sun couldn't have heated the pool yet, but India was a hot place regardless. He liked it, honestly. He was used to Florida heat. Still, this was going to be unpleasant. He stepped in gingerly, and worked his way in until the water was waist high. He shuddered and hugged his chest, and heard laughing from somewhere to his left. He looked over, and a group of children were watching him through the chain link fence and whispering to each other. Two waved, and another gave a thumbs up.

[i]Just do it[/i], he told himself. With a will, he leaped and dived the rest of his body into the water. He was stricken with cold and froze for a split second, losing a breath from the shock. Alcander burst through the surface and breathed in, shaking his soaking head. The children applauded, and he couldn't help but smile when he regained his composure. He spoke to them a greeting in Indian, but couldn't make out much of they replied with. He recognized a bit of what they said. Something about the marketplace and a restaurant? A minute later he got through to them with gestures that he couldn't understand them fully, and they laughed again. He felt a little mad at himself. He'd been so pre-occupied reading the [i]The Ramayana[/i] that he'd been slacking on his language studies. He decided to make the best of his time while he was at the pool once they scattered, and swam a few laps to get his blood flowing. 

Around the time everyone else had made it into the dining room, Al was just making his way back onto the garden-like front of the Hotel. He smoothed his hair a bit in the back, shaking his head, and smoothing it again. He stepped into the hallway and began buttoning up his shirt from the bottom up. As he did so, he noticed just how tan India had made him. He almost looked like he was wrought of bronze. As he entered the dining area, he was just buttoning up the last part of his shirt, his thick black hair still glistening lightly with water. He looked around, and realized this was the hard part. Seating was always something that confused him. If he sat in a place where he felt annoying or would get annoyed, they'd always question why he moved. But if he sat away, that didn't look so good either. Cera and Marc sat next to each other, and Murphy and Tas were...he wasn't going to question it. He was curious why her face was covered in milk though. He was right behind Ananya.