[h2][center][color=aba000]KRISS MAUSER[/color][/center][/h2]
[center][i]LOCATION: SCVRS[/i][/center]
[center][i]TIME: FRIDAY MORNING[/i][/center]

Breathing lightly, Kriss turned the corner, heading into the last segment of his morning jog. Up ahead, the front of the SCVRS peeked out past the storefronts and occasional tree, planted in boxes along the sidewalk he was currently using for his workout. The area was covered in a light haze made visible by the shafts of sunlight gleaming through it. It was colder than usual this morning, so much so that Kriss was actually wearing a light zip-up jacket, though he was wearing basketball shorts instead of pants. He blocked out the frigid temperatures against his skin with a steady stream of orchestral music playing through the iPod Nano held in his jacket's single breast pocket. He borrowed the building's computer occasionally to update his music album, but the device could also connect to radio broadcasts, which is what he was using today.

He slowed his breathing and pace as he approached the front door. The bays were closed, likely to keep the cold out, but he could see light through the side windows. He checked the parking lot. Ally's Jeep was here, but Snap's old coupe was noticably absent from its parking place. He frowned as he shoved the front door open and went to the check-in office to see if Snap had changed her check-in time.

He was greeted by the smiling face of Allison, who was occupying the desk chair. She looked professional in her button-up shirt and pressed pants, but Kriss had seen her slip her phone into her pocket just as he reached the window. Some people just didn't know how to keep themselves busy without one. He tugged his earbuds out and hung them around his neck.

"Hello," she said, putting on a deliberate frown and grabbing the check-in sheet and pen from the desk. "Your name?"

Kriss ignored her, looking past her poor impersonation of him to read the board. Snap was scheduled for 11. She wouldn't be in for another thirty minutes. Allison, on the other hand, wasn't due until 3.

[color=aba000]"You are here early,"[/color] he said, making eye contact. 

"Your name is not on the board. Are you a visitor?"

[color=aba000]"My name is on the board,"[/color] he replied, pointing to it. 

"You're supposed to say 'Nope! I'm an EMT. I work here,'" Allison muttered, still maintaining the fake frown.

[color=aba000]"I'm not an EMT."[/color]

She scowled in disappointment and tossed the pen and pad back onto the desk. "Ugh, Kriss, you're no fun."

[color=aba000]"This is your last day, correct?"[/color] Kriss asked, disregarding the joke he had deliberately avoided.

"I guess. Snap said I was going to be here for a week, but she might let me join."

[color=aba000]"Is that why you are here early?"[/color]

She nodded, glancing at the board. "Yeah. I want to find out, so I don't come in at three and then have to go home, you know?"

[color=aba000]"No."[/color]

"Of course you don't," she said, crossing her arms. "Unlike you, my parents are encouraging me to pursue medicine. Like, actively encouraging it. All the time. Our new apartment is like fifteen minutes away, but they wanted me to try sleeping over here for the experience or whatever."

[color=aba000]"Maybe if you had slept at home, your parents would have woken you up on time,"[/color] Kriss replied sharply. He didn't particularly appreciate having his parents brought into things, especially when it came to his future. He wouldn't have even taken up medicine if his father hadn't said he'd rather put Kriss through med school than join the military, which was Kriss's previous career choice. Thanks to his natural talent in medicine, his relationship with his parents had become more strained than before, since they assumed that his success was an indication that he could have performed better in school.

Allison looked away, her face turning a painful shade of red. Kriss took this as an indication that the conversation needed to end.

[color=aba000]"I am going to get a shower."[/color]

She ignored him, hand hovering near the pocket that held her phone. Kriss walked by the office into the hallway that lead to the dorms, then paused to listen for the clicking of keys that indicated she was back on her phone. Silence. He waiting another few seconds to confirm his suspicion when Allison's head popped out of the door to aim a scowl in his direction.

"Yeah, nice try. The men's showers are down the hall. Keep walking, you'll find them eventually."