_eliot_spencer (_eliot_spencer) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2011-09-12 10:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2011 09, character: april kepner, character: derek morgan, character: eliot spencer, character: sam hanna, dead: leon vance |
RP: Eliot- Sam-April-Leon
Who: Eliot-Sam-April-Leon
When: Monday, September 12th, before AM training
Where: Flat 1-A, Meeting place for advanced training
Summary: What to do with Eliot now?
Eliot was still getting up at three in the morning because his internal clock was set for that time. He'd picked the solo bedroom on the one side of the new housing flat and had help arranging the bedroom to maximize floor space and minimize his walking into things. In spite of his partial blindness, since Wednesday past he'd returned to doing his akido and kenpo drills in his room. He also needed to build up his equilibrium with the new vision so it was not dizzying or disorienting when he fought.
He was done by five, and navigated the short distance from his room to the bathroom next door. It was considered "his" bathroom only, in order to put things in certain spots so he had no issue finding the things he couldn't see. He'd spent time last week memorizing the layout, as with his bedroom, and there were no mishaps as he cleaned up. Shaving was the most difficult task as he had no reflection and had to go by feel. Luckily, April would tell him if he'd missed a spot.
The clothing in the dresser drawers were separated by type, so he had little trouble dressing. Considering he primarily wore jeans and a t-shirt, there was only a small chance of him looking like a mismatched clown. He slid on his Oakley sunglasses - they were a style that covered the sides of his eyes as well - pocketed his cell phone, and unfolded the cane that had been sitting on the nightstand with the other things. He headed out of the bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen.
The scent of fresh coffee greeted him. He had not even started on cooking again, but the automated coffee maker was a lifeline. His mug was in its spot beside the coffee pot and he went by feel to pour himself a cup. When the hot brew hit the tip of his finger curved over the rim of the mug, he stopped pouring and slid the coffee pot back on the burner.
Eliot leaned against the counter and sipped from the mug. It was the first day of mandatory advanced training and Westin should be awake soon, and most likely April as well. He stood drinking his coffee, waiting.