Scenario #2

Jacob smiled as Carolyn walked away, visibly infuriated with him. As the new guard showed up and offered an apologetic shrug, Jacob waved it off. "Not her fault. I'm the one out at one in the damned morning, after all." As he made his way back to the room, he finally looked over his clothes. It seemed there was a bit more damage than he anticipated: a few small holes, as well as several scorch-marks, had made themselves apparent on his jeans, and the left arm of his t-shirt was nearly burned off. The jeans weren't a huge deal, but the shirt would have to go. Oh well.

4:45 AM. A piercing, monotone ring forces Jacob up, his hand shooting out and slamming the alarm clock. "Just over three hours, eh? Well, I've done more on less." Sitting up, he swung his legs over the bed, launching himself onto his feet with his hands. Stretching and yawning, Jacob walked over to his dresser, pulling out his clothes for the day. More or less the same thing he wore every day, save for the jacket. That came later. First order of business: exercise. Laying prone on the ground, Jacob took a few breaths before beginning his routine.

Around half an hour later, Jacob made his way to the shower, cleaning himself off and getting ready for a long day. Grabbing his rucksack and jamming whatever books and materials he'd need inside, he made his way to the kitchen. By the time he arrived, it was just before six AM. Lucky him. 

Scenario #3

"Mornin', Carolyn. Sorry 'bout last night. Didn't mean ta piss you off with the nickname. Mornin'...I recognize the face, can't place a name. Sorry 'bout that. Pretty sure I saw ya last night though. Pretty crazy, eh? Personally I wasn't expecting things to get so crazy, but it turned out those chumps weren't yer regular buncha chumps, either." Shrugging, he offered a smile of comradery to Leo, whose name he still couldn't remember. He was certain they were different Guilds, though, so it probably wasn't a major issue for either of them. Probably. Hopefully.