<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Christopher King</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281041.msg13824678#msg13824678">Quote from: Laughing Hyena on 11-01-2018, 00:46:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/fairytailfanon/images/2/2d/Archbishop_Guy.png/revision/latest?cb=20150709213829)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Christopher King (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280698.msg13801341#msg13801341)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 12 / Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Returning to Campus -&gt; Chris, Jumoke and Justin's Dorm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jumoke, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Christopher soon had the goods in his pack and walked back into the woodlands to cover his ascent into the air again since he didn't want anyone freaking out over seeing a human flying in the sky. He smiled looking up at the air above him and quickly he burst up through the tree line and went high into the air in order to keep himself well over the eyes of any pedestrians, cyclists, or drivers. With a burst of speed, he started heading back to the campus knowing he didn't have a lot of time to spare. He had a breakfast to make for himself and a quick wash to make himself presentable. Looking over the horizon and the clouds, he honestly wished he had the option to afford a go pro or something along those lines. To him, it would be freaking awesome to take someone on a flight so they could see what he sees right now. However, the thought was quelled by a small urge to touch back down into the woods near the campus. He wasn't going to make it back to his dorm and Jumoke would likely still be in the bathroom. So he had to touch down and heed the call to nature. <br/><br/>Back on the ground, his feet pointed towards a thick oak tree and unzipped his fly. He didn't have the time to be picky, and thus he relieved himself as best as he could and hoped no one was around to spy on him. His eyes came down to the tree and then looked left and right in hopes to relieve his concerns. Now after a moment to tuck in and zip up, he quickly took off back into the air and soon enough climbed back into his dormitory. He walked straight to the living room and for the token kitchen in there. Opening up the fridge and his pack, he began putting away the goods in question. After a moments pause, he began to label the oven ready pizza with tape and a marker with his name. He was wanting to make sure to dissuade people from helping themselves freely to the best goods. At least the ones that were the quickest to make. As for breakfast, he was ready to work up a quick breakfast sandwich with sausage and toast. That was exactly what Jumoke smelled when Chris returned.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/9x34aEI.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Name: Jumoke<br/>Date/Time: September 12 / Morning <br/>Location: Jumoke's Dorm<br/>Tagging: Open</span><br/><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">The scent of food had caught his attention true, but Jumoke was not one to take food from others. When it came to his other two roommates, they were not very talkative with him. On the outside, it looked as if it did not bother him anymore did it seem to for them. He felt a tad isolated however he would keep himself busy with his school work and as the debate clubs leader, there was already enough on his plate. Its lonely at the top was the rationalization he forces feed himself rather than addressing the real issue in the being it was himself. "Good Morning," Jumoke said in his usual high and mighty tone towards Christopher before going into the fridge they all shared and gathered some food he had made last night while both Christopher and Justin had been gone.<br/><br/>It was simply leftovers though it would serve as sufficient enough breakfast food. Jumo went over to the microwave and placed it inside for two minutes. His gaze not focused on his roommate who was cooking. Deeply he wished they could have a conversation, yet when he thought of what they would talk about nothing seemed to come up. Instead, they would stand there with this awkward silence until the beeping of the timer went off and he retrieved his food. There was a stark contrast to how he acted outside than when he did in their room. Rather than the obnoxiously loud and egotistical young man who claimed to be their king. He was quiet and solemn speaking it was as if he wasn't the same person.<br/><br/>As he ate, he kept his attention on his food the sound of his fork scrapping the plastic container as he scrapped the last of his food. Getting up and tossing the container and the plastic fork in the trash before heading back to his bed and putting on the last pieces of his attire the golden bands that went over his wrists and the large once which concealed his neck. With that, he nodded to Chris before saying,"Have a wonderful day at school Mister Christopher." sounding genuinely sincere with his words before heading out.</span><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>