Agro Ariel | 35 | male | second in-command
Mentions: (none, just trying to takeoff)
So the new day started… the day that was supposed to be an ordinary routine for many, during which they had to survive at least to the evening. Both the somehow nice weather and the schedule of duties, encouraged people to try to get up and without whining to do what they were supposed to do.
Ariel Agro, better known as Mr. Agro, was well aware of this and has been trying to truly wake up to do something from about 5 am. He managed it around 8. Most of the time, he stared up without much sense, telling himself that;s now it's time to pull himself together and start the day. The gray reality was what it was, and there was hardly any room for the so-called "five more minutes" of sleeping for 3 hours, which obviously wasn’t good news for him and his self-discipline.
Today the second-in-command definitely wasn’t very excited. First, because he still felt sleepy, and second, because he had a rather long, busy day ahead of him. With a slight irritation and clear reluctance, he started with the basics; refreshed himself, tried to grasp the plaited black fluff on his head (again without any satisfactory results), and dressed appropriately to be able to go out to people, in the same green camouflage coverall as usual.
After lacing up the black off-road shoes, as always, he went outside in the grinding, watching what was happening around him. Aside from the moving clouds in the sky, from which may would rain today, nothing special was going on. It seemed that he was the first to get up after all.
Even so, the in-command chose not to waste any time. And for a good start mr. Agro decided to liven up with a little warm-up in place. These were simple but intense exercises, mainly focused on moving arms, shoulder blades, neck and generally the whole torso. He bent to the ground, waved his arms back, tried to turn his body backwards as much as possible without taking off the ground. As for the legs, he only jogged in place for a while.