[color=aba000][center][h2]Jude Davis[/h2][/center][/color]
[b]Friday, July 30th, 2043
6:15am- 12 Hours and 45 Minutes Before Training[/b]

Jude's day begun like many others, tossing and turning in his bed before giving up and staring up at the ceiling as he mentally prepared himself to face the day. With a groan he pulled himself up, wincing at the pain that blossomed through his limbs as he smoothed the stiffness out of them. Fumbling at the nightstand Jude grabbed the bottle of ibuprofen that he kept there, shaking out two pills and downing them down with stale water before he just sat there... not thinking about anything, really, as he stared down at his feet. He did that for awhile, time kind of losing its meaning for awhile, just him, the rug on the ground, and the sound of his own beating heart until he eventually came back to reality and got to the day.

Stepping out of his room with a change of clothes, a towel, and a small bag in hand, Jude made a beeline for the restrooms for his favorite morning ritual. Setting his tools aside Jude stripped down and stepped into the showers, tensing up when the cold water blasted away any remaining grogginess and unwinding when the frigid water began to warm up. Running water was a luxury that he rarely had, with warm water even more so, but now that he had a nearly limitless supply of the stuff it was something he partook in regularly and extensively. For a long time he stood there, head rested against the cool wall as the warm water banished any remaining stiffness as the ibuprofen masked the lingering pain. In this, and many moments like this, Jude found what he could only call inner peace and he drank as much of it as he could.

[b]Friday, July 30th, 2043
8:36am 10 Hours and 24 Minutes Before Training[/b]

Jude now found himself sitting at the kitchen table, coffee in hand, a mostly eaten sandwich in the other, and a bored frown plastered on his face as he finished the book spread out in front of him. It was another one of those faux spiritual hippy nonsense that didn't really tell him anything other than how to be pretentious with leaves and rocks. Stuffing the rest of sandwich into his gob, Jude tossed the book into the trash with a grunt, it had been the third book he'd read this week and he had nothing to show for it. Grumbling at his lack of resources or leads, Jude made his way back to his room and rummaged about one of the towers of books he had for something promising, failing that, and settled on a book about chakras. Downing the coffee, Jude went back for another cup before moving the living area and settling into the corner of the massive couch that dominated the room. With his work cut out for him, Jude began to dive into the book with about as enthusiastic as a highschooler opening a textbook in the first period of the day.

[b]Friday, July 30th, 2043
6:30pm - Thirty Minutes Before Training.[/b]

The day had been long and hard, an uphill battle from the start. He'd tore through half the book by now and it hadn't given him much either, just a couple of breathing techniques that should help with stress... or whatever. He sank into the couch and pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a string of unintelligible curses and gripes from under his breath. He was getting really tired of this whole thing and began to wonder, not for the first time, if he should give up his little quest in finding out whatever the hell happened to him that day. His gaze found itself locking onto the many scars that dotted his right arm, lifting it up and turning it this way and that in an effort to see every scar that covered its surface. An emotion began to bubble up in his chest that he couldn't really pin down, but there was a hint of determination in there. So with a clench of his fist, Jude steeled his resolve and was promptly shook out of his thoughts by the declaration of [i]"Hey  guys! Anybody here? I brought pizza!"[/i]

Jude pulled himself up, peering over the lip of the couch to look at Red holding up a stack of pizzas like a trophy. "Cool." was all Jude said but the loud growl that emanated from his stomach betrayed his enthusiasm as he stood up fully, stretching out and letting out a series of pops from his spine.