<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3b/37/42/3b374292e6ca2a55f26ea9c1ad72b712.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Grayson Murphy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15271317#msg15271317)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>Monday, September 30th | 2 pm<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Grand Ballroom<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>Pictured<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>Panic! At The Disco - I Write Sins Not Tragedies (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vc6vs-l5dkc)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Like...Woah.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Delilah; Stefanie; Open |<br/><hr/><br/>He looked up from the tempting arrangement of food at the voice nearby, turning his attention to Delilah with a mildly surprised expression on his face.  He wasn't used to being approached, but then he reminded himself that none of the people knew him.  It was rather freeing to realize that no one in the room had any preconceptions about you based on rumors, conjecture or prior knowledge of things you'd done in the past.  The realization that he could embrace the new experience free of all that baggage brought a small, almost tentative, smile to his lips and he gave a short chuckle.<br/><br/>"Are you kidding?  This is probably the realest food you'll ever eat in your life.  No chemicals, preservatives or pesticides.  Hell, those..."<br/><br/>He motioned with his free hand at the fat, ruby-hued strawberries just as another girl plucked one from the bunch and took a bite, his words cut off by her response to the first girl.  The corner of his mouth quirked up and he cocked a brow, giving another brief laugh.  "...I was just going to say those were probably hand-grown by some rugged farmer on an idyllic berry farm like out of some sort of Thomas Kincaid painting or something."  He looked back to the tiny sandwich in his fingers and popped the whole thing in his mouth, chewing slowly as he tried to figure out what it was.<br/><br/>After a few seconds, he swallowed and shrugged one shoulder, reaching to start placing a couple of each sandwich on his plate along with a handful of the berries.  "I still have no idea what that was, but it's probably the best thing I ever put in my mouth.  If they keep feeding us like this, I'm going to shoot straight past the Freshman fifteen into the triple digits...and I ain't mad about it.  Oh!  I'm Grayson, by the way.  But, uh, everyone calls me Gray."  He glanced up from piling food on his plate and looked from Stefanie to Delilah and back with a sheepish grin, feeling as if his social skills had rusted like an old tractor.