[center][h3][color=A2ADD3]Nikolaus[/color][/h3] [color=silver]
[color=A2ADD3][b]Time:[/b][/color] Night → Morning
[color=A2ADD3][b]Location:[/b][/color] OH HQ --> Town
[color=A2ADD3][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] N/A [/color]
[color=A2ADD3][b]Mention[/b][/color] [color=silver]n/a [/color]
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Nikolaus’ mood was dominantly joyful. His night had gone well. He’d been off and playing video games and eating leftovers from the kitchen. Though he desired more, he’d managed to charm one of the cooks into providing him with snacks; something he hadn’t been allowed to have. So Niko sat in his dorm room, accompanied by a copious amount of junk food. The doritos, chips and salsa, Twizzlers, ice-cream, and caramel-fudge donuts had been thoroughly enjoyed. Niko had hid all of it in a gym bag so that nobody would rat him out. 

He’d been laughing as he thought of Angel’s envy; then remembered the art galleria and felt his mood shift. He’d been worried and tried to sneak out, but Trotter wouldn’t let him. He’d been pissed off the rest of the night and binged the rest of his food as a result. He’d hid and tossed all of it too, before anyone else had seen. Nikolaus had stayed up the rest of the night and began falling asleep around dawn when he’d awoken again. He sighed as he sat on the edge of his bed, wondering what tedious training he’d be up to today. He’d been working on his strength and amplifying it with weights. He’d even been lifting furniture and rope climbing with weights attached. Nikolaus hated it; but the stern, cold look in his eyes… 

He scowled as he went to get ready. He turned the volume up on his music enough not to bother his sensitive hearing, but enough to block out noise. Once finished, he donned a t-shirt, jeans and boots. He sighed as he left and began walking down the hallway. One thing that brought him continual satisfaction was the scowl he wore that caused people to move out of his way. The Golden Boy, the Chosen One, whatever the hell people called him; he didn’t quite care. All he cared about was that people left him alone. He sighed as he started towards the gym. The training was brutal and he wasn’t in the mood for it. The tiredness and fatigue from eating the junk food had weighed him down. He didn’t need his dad breathing down his neck that he wasn’t doing well enough and to suck it up. Then an act of rebellion filled him - not showing up. He smirked to himself as he went to the check out area instead. 

[color=lightgreen]”Where you headed to?”[/color] The guard inquired as he signed his name out and the time.

[color=A2ADD3]”To Alexei’s, I feel like a shot of vodka would do me well right now.”[/color] The guard chuckled and shook his head disapprovingly. There was amusement in his eyes, nonetheless.

[color=lightgreen]”Does your- “[/color] The guard began to say, but Niko's cold glare cut him off. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, slightly disturbed at upsetting him. 

[color=A2ADD3]”No, and I’ll give you 50 dollars to keep it to yourself.”[/color] Niko took out the wad of cash from his pocket and glared. The guard complied and allowed him out. Prior to doing so, Niko reminded him that would be back in two hours. It wasn’t much of a worry since there was a tracker embedded into his wrist. Still, they had to keep tabs on their [i]assets[/i]. The pure thought of it caused his veins to boil and his muscles to tighten. Two hours: that was more than enough time to miss the excruciating parts of training. With a small smile, Nikolaus left the nightmare he’d been born into. Soon he was in his car, and heading towards town. The temporary escape was just what he needed.[/color]