The big city. Peter had never been to New York City before, but here he was standing in the middle of Time Square staring blankly at the massive screens that seemed to cover every inch of the buildings around him. It was pretty late in the night--when he last checked the time, his phone said 11:30 pm-- but he was still busy exploring. This was the first time since he had been taken into Argona's forces that he was able to do something on his own, and it was nice. After being trapped in that place for so long going through a lot of intense training, he was glad to get away for a while. Sure, he probably had some kind of job to do, but he would only know what it was when he arrived at his hotel, so he didn't go. It just sucked that Scarlett could take him back as soon as she felt like it. Such is the life of a slave and a failure. No one let him forget that part of his life. Everyone seemed to know exactly where Peter came from and who he used to be and they taunted him with it, calling him a failure of a Beata student. Not that he could remember his past at the school anyway. After months of being contained elsewhere, what was left of those memories had faded and all Peter could remember was what the outside of the school looked like and a couple of faces from the staff. To add onto that, for the months he had been with Argona, all he had heard was how much of a threat the school was and how bad it had the potential of being. Peter couldn't really understand it and didn't really know what to believe but there was no one around to tell him it wasn't bad. What was the school planning? They must have had some secrets they were keeping if Argona wanted to get rid of it. Plus, he heard the students were terrible.
With a heavy sigh, the blonde walked over to the bleachers that stood in the middle of the square just in front of the Coca-Cola sign, wrapping his jacket around him tight while his headphones hung around his neck. He tried his best to ignore the picketers screaming about needing Jesus and legalizing the newest drug and just take in the rest of the sights around the big city while putting off his job as long as possible. It was a simple task, but he wanted to stay here as long as he could, so he avoided his hotel that was just a few blocks down at all costs. They wouldn't start getting angry at him until the next morning anyway, so why rush? He smiled at the people who walked by only to get weird stares in return, but that didn't matter. Pulling his hands out of his pockets, he placed them behind his head and stretched. "It's such a lovely night!" he said to no one in particular.
