<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a0/AddisionWaite.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Addison Waite<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS154-3033<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>18 / Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Newtype (Telepathy)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Library<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Allison and Tavleen, OPEN<br/><hr/>“Um, I don’t know about checking anything out.  I just kinda grabbed a book.  Was I supposed to check it out?”  Addison looked around as if expecting to be arrested or something.  Her body language looked painfully uncomfortable.  When she stood up she was head and shoulders above Allie and Tavleen, which only added to her awkwardness.<br/><br/>“Oh, yeah.  I’m Addison.  Pleased to meet you,” she said holding out the hand without the book to shake.  If someone does they would find her hands to have a strong grip with short, painted and chipped nails.<br/><br/>“Tavleen Tillinghast.”  Tavleen introduced herself with the confidence of someone very used to talking…a lot.  “I run a paranormal blog called Ghastly Tales.  So what’s your weird?” Addison seemed to inwardly recoil from the question her eyes going wide.  Tavleen’s eyebrows bounced and her nose twitch at the sight smelling a story.<br/><br/>“Weird?  Me…no.  I don’t know what you’re talking about?  I think I got m..my invite by mistake.”  Addison was a poor, poor liar.<br/>