[color=#4a86e8][CENTER][h3][b]J O S E P H   S C O T T[/b][/h3][/CENTER][/COLOR]
[COLOR=#4a86e8][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]A S H F O R D   I N S T I T U T E:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup][COLOR=LIGHTSLATEGRAY][B][i]Location(s):[/i] Dorms, L.A., Cafeteria    |   [i]Interactions: None[/i][/b][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]
[INDENT][INDENT]Leaving the Infirmary, Joseph returned to his dormitory where he shed Api's clothe before rummaging through the pile of discarded laundry for something dry and properly sized. Pulling a loose fitting shirt over his head, Joseph jumped into a pair of jeans before walking over to the dresser against the wall. Each drawer was sticking out slightly, clothes were loosely shoved into the drawers, each article hanging out. Putting his shoulder to the dresser, Joseph pushed it away from the wall as a leather bound book fell to the floor.

Bending over, he scooped the book up, teleporting to his bed as he flopped down on the mattress before opening the cover. Quickly thumbing through the pages, Joseph flipped the page to his map of Los Angeles, isolating the clothing stores as he ran down the list before flipping the page again as he found one he liked. Slamming the book shut, Joseph returned the book to the back of the dresser before pushing it back against the wall. 

Checking his cell phone for any missed messages, Joseph's hand traced the cracked screen, his thumb hovering above his sister's name before he quickly locked the screen and shoved it back into his pocket. Vanishing from the room, Joseph appeared on the streets of Los Angeles as he walked into the clothing store. Ignoring a salesperson, he ducked in between the aisles, teleporting to the next until he stumbled upon men's jeans. Picking a dark pair that would fit him, he made his way to the next aisle until he had a complete wardrobe.

[color=#4a86e8][b]"Hey,"[/b][/color] He stated, getting another salesperson's attention as the associate looked up at him. [color=#4a86e8][b]"Can I try this stuff on?"[/b][/color] 

[color=silver][b]"Yes, sure thing, Sir."[/b][/color] The associate replied, grabbing a key for the change room as she escorted Joseph to the back of the store. Pausing as he passed a rack of sunglass, Joseph gave it a quick spin before grabbing a pair of dark aviators and tossing them on top of his head. Entering the change room, Joseph gave the associate a quick smile as she gave him a puzzled look before closing the door. 

Producing a small pocket knife from within his pants, Joseph set about quickly removing the tags from the clothing before changing into them. Pulling on a new leather jacket to finish his outfit, Joseph snapped the sunglasses over his eyes as he kicked his old clothes into the corner and clicked his heels together with a slight scoff.

[color=#4a86e8][b]"No place like home."[/b][/color] He muttered, disappearing from the change room. Hearing an odd noise the associate knocked on the door as she called to Joseph.

[color=silver][b]"Are you okay in there?"[/b][/color] She asked, knocking again when there was no answer. [color=silver][b]"Sir?"[/b][/color] She repeated, [color=silver][b]"Sir, I'm going to open the door now."[/b][/color] She warned before inserting the key into the lock as she found only a pile of dirty clothes and discarded tags. Looking around, her eyes were wide with confusion as she cursed to herself.

[color=silver][b]"I am in so much [i]fuckin'[/i] trouble."[/b][/color]
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Returning to the Ashford Institute, Joseph landed in the cafeteria as his stomach grumbled from all the energy he had spent today. It had been a while since had 'stretched his legs' so to speak. Putting his sunglasses on the top of his head, Joseph slung his new jacket over his shoulder as he approached the food line. Coming up to his turn to order, Joseph flashed a large smile at the lunch lady as her face lit upon seeing him.

[color=82ca9d][b]"Joey! How you doin' darlin'?"[/b][/color]

[color=#4a86e8][b]"I'm good Greta, how's the husband doing,"[/b][/color] Joseph asked as Greta laughed.

[color=82ca9d][b]"He don't cook, he don't clean but at least he's a good lay."[/b][/color] She replied as Joseph snorted. Greta was definitely one of his favourite people on campus. A native to New Jersey, she called things how she saw them and wasn't afraid to be crass. It was so dull to constantly be surrounded by people who minced words and acted like sexuality was somehow shameful.

[color=#4a86e8][b]"How about the kids then?"[/b][/color] Joseph asked as Greta waved a hand dismissively.

[color=82ca9d][b]"Oh you know kids, they gotta have all the new toys but you ask them to clean their room and its the end of the world,"[/b][/color] Greta replied as Joseph laughed. [color=82ca9d][b]"You don't have a messy room do you, Joey?"[/b][/color] She asked with a wink as Joseph shook his head.

[color=#4a86e8][b]"'Course not, Greta. Spotless, clean it every day."[/b][/color] Joseph replied with evident playful sarcasm as Greta laughed again.

[color=82ca9d][b]"What can I get you, luv?"[/b][/color] 

[color=#4a86e8][b]"Biggest helping of the chili cheese fries, two spicy chicken burritos, enough hot sauce to drown a small child and a Coke large enough to take out its parents."[/b][/color] Joseph laughed as Greta rolled her eyes with a chuckle of her own.

[color=82ca9d][b]"Someone has been teleporting again, I like the new jacket."[/b][/color] Greta stated with a wink passing the platter of food over the counter to Joseph.

[color=#4a86e8][b]"You're the best, Greta."[/b][/color] 

[color=82ca9d][b]"And you're a good boy, Joey. Take care of yourself and don't break too many hearts."[/b][/color] Greta replied bidding Joseph good-bye as he turned back and shot her a wink of her own.

[color=#4a86e8][b]"Some things are just out of my control."[/b][/color][/INDENT][/INDENT]