Who: Lennon, Kiley and OPEN Where: the maze of doom When: morning!
At first Lennon was yet again annoyed that he'd awakened without his phone. Second day in a row, damn. What if he'd wanted to do a little morning sexting with Felix, or what if he'd thought of something he urgently needed to tell Chase or Marco? He'd be SOL. He forgot to be irritated though once he got into the guys' locker room and found pastries for breakfast. The fruit was fine too, but pastries! Fat and sugar bombs of absolute wonder.
The next cool thing was finding out what he was going to be wearing for the day. "What the hell?" he mumbled, but his tone wasn't irritated. Sure, it took him a few minutes to figure out how to put that get-up on-- he definitely wasn't any kind of expert on costumes-- but he finally got it, hood, boots, leather vest looking thing, armbands and all.
"Where's Edwin when you need him?" he mused to himself as he left the locker room. "Or Chase. I bet either one of them would know what kinda outfit this is."
It didn't really matter. He felt like someone different, someone cooler, as he wandered down the first hall he came to. Pausing, he listened for any sound, anything that might indicate that someone else was close by.