[center][h2][color=Chocolate]Cassius "Cas" Williams[/color] | Room / Gym / Pool[/h2]Interacting: [@jinxer]
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As the day began to wind down, Cassius found himself in his room, staring at the smart TV on his will. He navigated through the applications until he found the TV's equivalent of FaceTime. He clicked on the app and was surprised to find a list of people that he frequently spoke to. He quickly looked through the list, but had absolutely no trouble deciding who to call. He selected a contact and the name "Mariella Williams" flashed up on the screen.

A few rings later, the elated face of his mother flashed across the screen, forcing a smile onto Cass' lips. [b]"Hi, baby, how are you?"[/b] She said, a slight hint of her Italian accent audible in her tone. From her surroundings, he could see that she was in her apartment, overlooking the Chicago skyline at night. 

[color=chocolate]"Ciao, mamma."[/color] He said, grinning from ear to ear. [color=chocolate]"I'm fine, I'm feeling a little better."[/color]

[b]"Ah, buona, I'm glad."[/b] She said with a delighted look. The camera angle shook and then arced down, revealing a French bulldog, staring with it's tongue out at the screen. [b]"Oh, say hi to Pancho, Cassie."[/b] Cassius laughed briefly, watching his mother pet the dog. He was a strong man and prided himself on being rather tough and thick-skinned, but he knew better than anyone that his mother was his weakness. [b]"I want to see if there's a way to send you all of this mail that was sent to your apartment, Cassie, I tell you. Chicago wants you to get better quick!"[/b] She held up a couple envelopes for emphasis.

Cass chuckled briefly. [color=chocolate]"Fan-mail for the twelfth man of an American club? That'd be a first."[/color] He muttered. 

[b]"Well, when you collapse on the field in front of thousands of people during a Televised Match, people tend to notice. Schweinsteiger has told me he can't wait for you to come back, because Donovan isn't as confident as you are, baby."[/b]

[color=chocolate]"That's absurd, Donny can keep up to Bastian any day."[/color] He said, sitting back on the bed. [color=Chocolate]"Mamma, I've got to get some sleep, but I just wanted to call you and let you know that I'm okay."[/color]

[b]"Aye, amore, I know you'll get through this quickly. The whole team wants you to get better as fast as possible."[/b]

[color=chocolate]"I will, mamma, I will. I love you."[/color]

[b]"I know you, will piccolo. I love you so much."[/b] She said with a final smile, then Cass ended the call. He put the TV Remote on his desk and exhaled a deep sigh.
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The next morning, Cassius found himself up at about 5:30, unable to go back to sleep. To combat his restlessness, he swung himself from his bed and donned a pair of black adidas training pants. He slipped on the same black indoor cleats he'd worn the day before, but opted to leave his shirt behind, since it would only end up soaked in sweat. He walked out of the room and to the gym, seeing that the white hallways were already illuminated at this early time. Cass made his way to a treadmill, booted it up, and set himself on a medium jog. He increased the speed and resistance by specific increments. He ran for about 30 minutes, then cut the treadmill belt. He slowed down, and stepped off of the machine, taking deep breaths so his lungs could return to their normal pace.

As he took his time to rest his lungs, he found himself noticing the heavy smell of chlorine, presumably from the pool. He shook his head, not enjoying the effect the aroma had on his state. He tried to shake the smell, but only found his ears also being peaked by something - the sound of sloshing water. He left the gym and turned into the pool room. He saw Arthur putting in laps on the long pull like Michael Phelps. Cass liked Arthur, as he seemed to have a solid head on his shoulders. He called out to the man, [color=chocolate]"Should I be concerned or scared in this situation?"[/color] He said, jokingly refering to the comment he'd made yesterday, although he had no idea how Arthur would receive his joke.