<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/tlgWb0L.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>Jack Shelton/Jack Skellington<br/><strong>Location:</strong>His dorm room, then Professor Nadeen's office<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Waking up, having a mild panic attack, then turning in a project<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sharai Nadeen, Open<br/><br/>The shrill sound of an alarm rang through DubR's dorm room #20. A pale hand reached out to slap the snooze button. Five minutes later, Jack Shelton decided it was time to blearliy blink away his sleepiness and wake up. This time he poked the power button, and stretched as he moved into a sitting position. He remembered a birthday party he had half-crashed (he was a friendly, charismatic guy, and he was generally well-liked enough that a big event would have room for one more), and Navy girls. Evidently the one he had been with scarpered before the alarm went off.<br/><br/>He glanced over at the alarm to check what time he had set it for today.<br/><br/>Oh. Oh, that was bad. Oh, that was going to ruin his whole morning (or what was left of it, at this hour). He had a project due for one of Professor Nadeen's 101-level photography classes about an hour ago, and he hadn't turned it in yet. He threw the sheets off of his body and quickly got on all fours, running here, there, and everywhere looking for the flash drive that held the photos he needed for that project. It was kind of distressing, not being able to find the first project due for a course he was taking with a professor he hadn't had for a class before, and didn't know well, and didn't know if she would grant him a bit of leniency since it was the beginning of the year, and--<br/><br/>Eventually his panic stopped briefly when he found the little blue USB drive lodged behind the small desk he had set up in the room. He tossed it onto the desk while he got dressed, throwing on the closest, cleanest clothing at hand: one of his many black collared shirts, a black tie, and skinny black jeans along with some Doc Martens, before dashing out the door for Professor Nadeen's office, project in hand.<br/><br/>The 20-year-old student arrived a little out of breath a few minutes later, clutching the flash drive. He composed himself for a few seconds before he knocked on the door, nervously shifting his weight slightly from foot to foot.