<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/gundam/images/9/96/Biscuit_Griffon.png/revision/latest?cb=20150716060003)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Benjamin Stewart AKA: Biscuit<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Second Day, Lunch<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Wandering the halls, Roof top.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>School Uniform<br/><strong>Note:</strong>N/A<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>(Ker-chunk)<br/><br/>the sound of the vending machine dispensing its drink, a simple Fruit juice, hardly registered to the students meandering the halls, and visiting with friends over the lunch period. Ben watched as his chilled drink fell to the slot and reached down an picked it up. Slipping it into his jacket pocket along with a couple of the snack cakes he got out of the vending machine the the Drink Machine's immediate right. All in all, it was far from a filling meal but until Biscuit could get to the store to buy provisions to make his own lunches. This was really the best he could do. Though that wasn't say much. His stomach grumbling as he missed breakfast this morning. "<em>Man, What I wouldn't give for a couple sausage biscuits with honey.</em>" he sighed to himself.<br/><br/>With sustenance in hand, Biscuit looked around for a quiet place to eat. He didn't want to return back to the classroom, but he didn't want to wander very far neither so he could get back to classes when it was time. He heard of some of the students talking about how nice it would be to eat lunch on the roof. With a shrug, Biscuit decided to check it out. So ascending the stairs nearest his class he would find the door to the roof unlocked. Though he was cautious enough to ensure that if the door shut he had a way back in, and his cell phone was in his pocket just in case as well.<br/><br/>Stepping out onto the roof, the sun was warm and inviting. There was benches and small greenery to make the place more accommodating. There was a couple of other people on the roof enjoying their lunches. Laughing as they carried on. Biscuit smiled as he made his way towards one of the benches over looking the parking lot. He could see his Motorcycle parked in its space. The bright red gleaming against the dull back drop of more "Sensible" Color choices. Biscuit smiled as he couldn't wait for school to end so he could tinker around with the bike. From his bike he looked outward beyond. Seeing all the new roads he has yet to ride, and wondered where they led. He could feel an excitement welling up within him to go riding. Perhaps a road trip on their first major break.<br/><br/>Taking a seat, Biscuit broke open the first pack of snack cakes and then his juice. It wasn't much of a lunch, but the view was more than making up for it.