<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ZkUqzm7.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/HDfKZf7.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Carter Jak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145246#msg16145246) &amp; Bully</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Loose fitting shorts, sneakers and a white-t. A stainless steel cross hangs from his neck<br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>6:35PM June 7th; 8am</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Gardens</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Robin </em><br/><hr/><br/>Coming from the sports yard Cj moved his head from side to side. The stuffed bull in the off brand drawstring bag behind him groaned. “It smells like sweaty socks in here, you should shower more often. Maybe wash your clothes.” The jock snorted and took a drink from his water bottle. “Hey you wanted to come on my run,” he muttered as he lifted his shirt up to wipe his face of sweat, the stainless steel cross on his neck bouncing a bit with the motion. “Only because I just knew you were going to trip.”<br/><br/>Cj huffed a bit. “It wasn’t a trip, I was hoping over that root.” The bull snickered. “I’m sure, the musician seemed to believe that one.”<br/><br/>His footsteps came to a stop seeing Robin in the garden, bent over and around like a pretzel. He swallowed a bit. Holy cow it was a sight. Well it wasn’t the first glimpse of Robin he’d snagged but this was somehow a bit more attractive, maybe because it was in the wild and he could make out the entire shape of Robin’s butt in his pants. He’d done a good job of avoiding the other so far but Felix seemed to know something about how they spoke before. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that.<br/><br/>Carter felt a bit of a lump in his throat, he wasn’t even sure how long he was standing here or what other comments the stuffed animal in his backpack was muttering while he was doing it. After a moment he just took a step forward. “Yo, uhh one of the counselors asked me to find you. Need to gather some wood for a bonfire later,” he finally spoke, with both of his hands buried in his pockets, leaning forward a bit and tilting his head towards the woods. “Unless, you want to keep doing your thing.”<br/><br/>He turned his head to follow several students that walked by, nodding his head in greeting at several of them. "Smooth. Gathering wood at eight am, for a bonfire that wont happen."<br/>