[Jacob]

Stepping up the stairs quickly, Tobias closes in on his room. He grumbled to himself, he had wanted to leave this place, leave everything but now he was forced to crawl back. His sense of smell was damaged as was his ability to regenerate. He could heal, but not as quickly as usual. However, his smell was practicly all but gone. The only things he could smell were the things that he could see, and he was starting to think that was due to the 'Labido effect'. He came to his room and pushed the door open, thankfully there was no key needed to get in. Yawning he stepped upto the bed and slumped down on it, throwing himself back onto the comfort of the matress. He sighed wearily but then sat up again. He felt his shoulder length black hair. It was greasy and not very nice to touch. The underside of his nails were also full of dirt and grime.
I need a shower(!)
Tobias thought to himself tiredly. Looking around the room Tobias realised there was no shower in his room. He could not remember one being in his old room either for that matter. Standing to his, aching, feet, Tobias wandered to the door and opened it.
Hmmm...I wonder if Arim just has one public one?
Tobias rubbed his left eye with the palm of his hand, trying to keep himself awake. He wandered down the hallway, his body getting goose pimples. He still hadn't found his T-shirt or jacket, which reminded him of another thing to talk to Arim about. Slowly he made his way up the hallway, trying to find the door that said 'Landlord' or something to that nature. Unfortunatly he found nothing of the sort and decided to trek back down the corridor and try in the restaurant.

Tobias: "Ugh...i wish i found out were everything was earlier."

He cursed himself and growled lowly under his breath. He passed his old room again but this time he was to tired to even notice it and continued down the stairs.

***

He rested his head on the counter, cushioned by his arms. He had spent 5 minutes looking for Arim and had, had no luck. Now he was planted on a bar stool, fatiqued and injured. If things had gone to plan he could of been doing some more jobs; Assassination, Burglary, Framing etc. Alas, none of it went to plan and now he was here...still.
*Clutter*
Tobias perked up. His eyes were getting heavy but a noise from somewhere had caused him to be awake and alert, at least for a brief moment. He mumbled something inaudible about Arim and climbed off of the stool and wandered to the back of the bar. Alcohol lined the main shelves and small refridgerators were holding the shelves up. Tobias mused over the thought of taking one or two but came to the conclusion that it wouldn't do him much good. Gradually he crept into the cold, slate kitchen switching on one of the parafin lamps on the walls.
*Rattle*
The sound of something someone/thing raiding utencils sounded below him. He now realised that it was coming from a cellar and could see the wooden door in the floor. He walked over to it and fumbled with the steel handle. Finally getting a good grip of it he yanked hard, his muscles tensing as he proceeded to open the cellar entrance. After what seemed like minutes but was merely seconds he gave up. It had seemed to lift a tiny bit but had then dropped shut once more and he was too shattered to try again. If it was Arim then he would have to catch up with him later, if it wasn't then they're trapped. As he turned to go back to his room Tobias noticed a small sink, it had dishes in and other dirty cups and saucepans but he was not one to fuss over minor things and stepped over to it. Taking out all the cuttelry the Orkhid bowed his head underneathe the taps and turned the hot water on full blast. After soaking his tattered hair for a good 3 minutes he then soaped it up with washing up liquid and then continued to clean himself...losing track of where he was due to his desperation and tiredness.

(OOC: Drag, Em you can have your characters walk in on Tobias or nearly bump into him...anything. Just dont fight him again...he is close to death as it is :S)