<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/GP1Mxj4.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>Scott Stone/Scar<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Professor Stone's Office<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Setting up shop<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Professor Scott Stone was a new face on capmus, just as much as the incoming freshmen. Their theatre program had an opening for a backstage teacher, and they had offered him the job. Steady income? As someone who had hardly even graduated with a theatre degree, it was something Scott could hardly say no to. That's how he found himself in the tiny office of an untenured professor. A slightly dented file cabinet sat in one corner, holding empty manilla hanging folders for future use. His desk wasn't in much better shape; maybe he could "commandeer" a better one from the props room at some point. However, he had provided his own desk chair. It was black leather, and tall. It looked like it belonged in a conference room, and therefore looked out of place in the dimly-lit office.<br/><br/>He briefly wondered, since he was just now getting all of his stuff unpacked, whether he should go and introduce himself to the rest of the nearby faculty. Eventually Scott decided if they wanted to meet their new compatriot today, they could come visit his office. He settled into the high-backed leather chair, leaning back and kicking up his feet onto his desk.<strong>"It's not quite what I had in mind, but I could certainly get used to this for the time being,"</strong>he muttered to himself.