John got off the elevator and located his room with little hassle. He swiped his card on the door, and heard the click unlock it. He pushed the door open and pulled his luggage in. He wheeled the suitcase off to the side of the room and leaned back over the bed, falling right onto it. It was very spacious and comfortable, and John enjoyed having a moment to relax after such a hectic morning. He pondered back over this morning. His flight came in, but his luggage didn't, and then he got absolutely soaked.
Something about that seemed off. John clearly had his luggage with him, right now, and he was dry by every account. He tried to run the day again through his head in the morning, but remembered getting splashed by the SUV so clearly. He looked over at his luggage and saw the tag sticking out, marked "JOHN ABBOUS". He chuckled, it was pretty funny that the guy he nabbed the luggage from would have the same name as him.
It then hit him like a freight train. That wasn't his luggage, and that wasn't his last name! Maybe he skimmed the tag too fast, or something, and projected Abbett from it. In his moment of clarity, John realized that he wasn't even wearing his own clothing, it was stuff he nabbed from the luggage too! He felt gross with this realization, and sat up on the bed, stripping the clothing off of himself, piece by piece. Soon, there was a pile of clothing on the floor next to the bed, and he was standing in the room stark naked. He frowned, there really wasn't much he could do for the moment, it's not like he had any clothes of his own. Maybe he'd go shopping or something for more clothing. For the time being, he figured he'd best try and calm himself down with a shower.
John walked to the bathroom and turned on the light. The hotel he was staying at was pretty nice, the room was big and had a large shower/bathtub unit included. He pulled the bath mat down from the shower rack, and grabbed a towel from the rack on the wall, placing it on the floor above the rack. He turned on the water and set the tap to shower mode, with the intent of running it for a minute so that it would be hot enough.
John turned to the mirror in the meantime while the water was running. He looked stressed. His face absolutely showed it - he had bags under his eyes which weren't usually there and his goatee was showing frayed hairs. The rest of his face was in dire need of a shave, the stubble starting to look unkempt. He looked at his body in the mirror - he looked pretty okay. The comments from Paul calling him big guy sort of made sense when he looked over himself. His legs were fucking huge, and looked disproportionate on his body, but the rest of him wasn't awful looking by any means. He looked almost bulky? There wasn't much definition, but he definitely did look filled out. He pulled his arms into a flex in front of him and watched his chest puff out. His small nipples stood at attention, standing out from his pale skin.
John began to turn away from the mirror, but noticed a smudge on his left arm, by his bicep. He pulled his arm close to his face to get a good look at it, but couldn't figure out what it was. Maybe it was some dirt that got stuck on him when he was splashed? He rubbed at it, but it didn't come off. He reasoned that this was enough reason to get in the shower after staring at himself in the mirror for a minute. He stepped in, relaxing as the hot water flowed over his body.