[center][b][i][color=f7976a]Jack 'Bruiser' Murdock - Floor 4 - Personal Quarters[/color][/i][/b][/center]
With a growl and a cough Bruiser rolled over in his bunk and reached up to rub his face with his hand. The jetlag was still punishing him after the long flight halfway round the world and now all he wanted to do was sleep for at least a week, but the alarm clock beside his bed had different ideas and its incessant ringing kept him from falling back asleep until he finally pushed himself up and out from under the sheets.

[color=f7976a]"Alright, I'm up, I'm up!"[/color] He said to the antique clockwork menace, quickly flicking the catch to stop the hammer before lifting the mechanism up and carefully winding the key in the back to ensure the coil was tight. The little ritual helped his lagging mind focus, a little reminder of home even all the way out here in the Heathen Lands.

Gently placing the clock back down on the nightstand, tilting it to the side slightly so the face could easily be seen from the bed, Bruiser pushed himself up onto his feet and headed for the can. It wasn't his fault he'd arrived early, the orders he'd been given had been specific about the time and date for arrival but hadn't mentioned anything about the International Date Line, leaving the muscular recruit a day ahead of his plans.

Once he was done with his business Bruiser pulled the chain to flush away his sins and moved to the sink, splashing cold water up into his bleary eyes and taking a moment to examine himself in the mirror. There was some stubble forming there already, but not enough to warrant his attention, so instead Bruiser gave himself a quick rinse off before climbing into his standard-issue flight suit and heading down to the mess hall.

[center][b][i][color=f7976a]Jack 'Bruiser' Murdock - Floor 5 - Mess Hall[/color][/i][/b][/center]
He was still a little rough on his feet, the exhaustion not yet cleared from his system, and as he staggered over to the kitchen to fetch himself some coffee he almost stumbled over a couple of the techs making their way out into the hall. With a grunting apology he pushed himself away from them before taking his seat at the counter and reaching for what he hoped was a fresh pot of mud.

[color=f7976a][i]Shouldn't be too long now,[/i][/color] he thought to himself, wondering when the training would start and he'd find himself a partner and a Jaeger to match his unique fighting style. [color=f7976a][i]Wonder if they'll try to fit me in one of those fancy [/i]Strikers[i], or perhaps an old [/i]Cataclysm[i]?[/i][/color] As he let his mind wander Bruiser took a long deep suck on his mug, and felt the thick black coffee warming his belly.