<div class="floatleft">(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc415/TheValkryrieJessica/Stuff%20for%20David/45e020dd-bc37-4650-98f9-5b57d100398b.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>Christopher "Herc" James/Hercules<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The track around the stadium/Ending in the Gym<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Running around the track, watching Cheerleading tryouts<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mim(purple), Abe(red), Meg, Cheerleaders, Open<br/><hr/><br/>"You know, you should really look into getting yourself a pet nerd. I hear they are great with that homework stuff." Letting out a laugh Herc shook his head. "Leave it to you to want minions." As Herc and Mim sat together and held their conversation it became obvious that her oddness didn't really phase him. Once she said he might be his own nerd Herc shook his head. "Not a nerd, just well versed in various subjects Mim. Being the most popular guy on campus takes work you know." He let out a laugh. He wasn't really that concited, he just liked to play on the quarterback stereotype.<br/><br/>Herc ran his hand through his hair as he listened when Mim mentioned Coach. "Oh, by the way...I probably pissed your coach off...so yeah...sorry about that." Chuckling Herc shook his head. "Not a difficult task there Mim...Let me know when you piss off someone more impressive. He smiled at her as he heard the voice of his fullback. "We're used to Coach Phil's temper." Laughing Herc nodded. "He's not wrong..." Looking up at Abe Herc smiled. "I ran 20 laps this afternoon just so if I got in trouble I had part of my laps done already." Looking over towards Meg, who he'd seen outside taking pictures, he smiled. "You got proof on that camera I was running laps right? May need it when I get myself in trouble."<br/><br/>Herc turned his attention back to Abe as he mentioned the conversation from earlier. "So, then he washes his hands in a sink hole? He has to remember to change his filter? And how would an underwater toilet even work anyway?" Laughing and shaking his head Herc shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine man." Herc smiled and took a drink of his water. "Let me tell ya something number 38, I don't go on tangents. My mind works in 5th gear and my mouth runs in 3rd just trying to keep up. It's why we were on the topic of Aquaman to begin with...." Realising he hadn't finished that conversation yet, Herc jumped back into it. "Now back to Aquaman. I believe that the toilets in Atlantis shoot the poop back onto land. That's why you see a lot of plants on the shore. It's like fertilizer. I'm no Attention plummer, but that's my guess."<br/><br/>Smiling at Mim who'd started chuckling and took a drink and contined. "Now, to dig into the mind of Auqaman, we must first judge the character of his friends." With a smirk on his face her scratched the side of his neck before going on. "First there is the billionaire in bondage gear who forces his young male ward to wear pansy red booties. Those things are just stupid. Next, there is an Amazonian Queen who flies and invisible jet. Can either of you tell me how she finds it? Is that a demi god power? She is the daughter of a Greek god after all." Pausing for a moment to take a break Herc chuckled. "And finally....Aquaman's 'boss' is a man who wears blue tights with red panties on the outside of them, and a bright red cape. And the guy calls himself Superman. If that isn't a cry for attention I don't know what is." Nodding with pride at his rant Herc smiled wide. "In conclusion....Super heroes are kinda screwed in the head aren't they?"<br/><br/>Taking another drink of water before stretching Herc smiled and looked at Abe. "Okay, so I guess I do go on tangents, but this inquiring mind wants to know." Stopping as something catches his eye he looks over at the cheerleaders. "Number 38, look over there...We have aspiring youthful young ladies trying out to simply cheer for us. I believe it is our responsibility to let each and every one of them know how much we appreciate it." Standing up Herc looks over to the cheerleaders and speaks loudly enough to get their attention. "Ladies....Ladies...Over here." Getting a handsomely rugged grin on his face Herc smiled at each of the girls. "As captain of the football team, and on the behalf of my teammates, we could like to say thank you for all of the hard work you ladies...and dudes, are putting forth. And on a side note, if any of you ladies need help stretching, feel free to talk to Abe here or myself. We'd be happy to help...And for you fellas on the squad, Mim over here might be able to help you guys out."<br/><br/>Sitting back down next to Abe and Mim Herc just started to smile wide. Picking up his book and placing it back in his backpack he looked between the two of them. "I should get ready to go run laps...if Coach hears about that he's going to kill me." Looking over to Meg he smiled. "We'll talk about that interview later. I know you want one. It's written all over your face." Stealing pen Mim had been writing on the bleachers with he walked over to Meg and wrote his number on her arm. "Call and we can set up something."