Routine was just as much a part of his life as baseball was.  He hadn’t realized it yet and perhaps it stemmed from his father being in the service at one time but he had a strict routine that he followed every day.  He got up early, made his bed, had a light breakfast, did his exercises and training then the rest of the day was left up to Chance.  He was currently at the end of his exercise routine and was doing pull ups on a bar he managed to put together using scraps of metal found around the abandoned silo.  His feet were bare and so was his defined chest and torso.  The only article of clothing he wore was a pair of gray sweatpants.  He was vaguely aware of what was happening in the mess hall but didn’t feel the need to make an appearance right away, he needed to finish his set first.  His muscles tensed and tightened as he pulled his swollen frame upwards several more times before letting himself drop to the floor with a light sound of flesh against stone.  He had reached the point where his arms had failed him and he couldn’t use them to do anything strenuous if he tried.  It’d take a little while before the strength returned to them again.  Breathing heavily and wiping the sweat from his face with a hand towel, he ran his hand through his hair a few times to give it some type of semblance other than sticky and unkempt.  

Moving from his room to the mess hall where almost all of his entire ‘meta family’ seemed to be gathered, he silently took in his surroundings.  Most of the people there he recognized but that wasn’t true for everyone.  It looked like his new family was growing and he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about that.  On the one hand, it was good to have people around he could semi-relate to, people who were in the same situation as him but on the other hand, more people meant more personalities to deal with which usually rolled into a pain in the ass.  He moved to lean against the wall behind him, folding his arms across his clammy chest and crossing his legs at the ankles.  He simply stood and observed for a while, watching as the others welcomed the newcomer.  He thought back to when he first arrived himself.  He probably felt the same way this other kid did but didn’t remember handling it so well.  If he had it all to do over again, he probably could have saved himself some grief before coming to terms with his situation but hindsight was 20/20 and the only thing he could do now was move forward and offer the newbie some advice.

Everyone was getting acquainted with one another, but Danny wasn’t sure yet how to introduce himself to the fresh meat, so he just kept quiet and waited for the right time to interject. [color=1a7b30]'It's nice to meet you all, you seem to be an interesting bunch.  I adjust to things slowly and I cry a lot, so I'm sure my shining personal attributes will leave you dying to know more.'[/color] There it was, his chance to respond and so without putting too much thought into it, he offered his two cents even though no one asked for it.  [color=0054a6]“You’re scared as hell.  I can see it in your face.”[/color] He said a little brusquely.  His candid way of speaking to people had been pointed out to him before but when speaking his mind, it wasn’t often that he thought about his words and tone prior to opening his mouth. [color=0054a6]“But thinking about it too much isn’t going to change a damn thing and crying about it sure as hell won’t help either…getting stronger might.  If we can take out that damn Phi guy, maybe we’ll get our lives back…or what’s left of them.”[/color] He said with a twinge of suffering in his voice, his hazel like eyes drifting off into dead space as he entered his own thoughts.  It was rather hypocritical of him really, loosing himself in his thoughts after telling someone else not to…but he couldn’t deny the fact that the arrival of the newcomer stirred up old feelings that he wasn’t in the mood to deal with.