<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/DyLxkmN.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Roberto de Costa | Sunspot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Manion Front Yard<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sunday, September 10th, Noon-ish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hourglass, OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Playing some soccer when--oops!<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as photo<br/><hr/><br/>Roberto winced as he watched the ball strike the girl, a perfect series of events letting it roll up her body to bounce right off of her head. That was...Well, now he just felt bad. She didn't seem to be hurt or in pain at least, so that was a good thing. The last thing he wanted was to have his weekly game of football ending up with someone getting hurt, and the rest of the staff potentially cracking down on what rare bits of fun and games they could get going anymore. It was bad enough no one was allowed to leave the school, at least without being on official and approved X-Men business. Worse, though, was the fact that this was a new girl. And that he knew, just because she didn't look familiar, and by now he had learned almost all of the students that were at the school.<br/><br/>As she rolled the ball to him, he bumped it with his foot, knocking it up into the air some so he could catch it. After that, he knelt down in front of her, flashing her a kind, if charming, smile, as he glanced her over just to make sure she was alright.<br/><br/>"Hey, you okay?" he asked, wanting to make sure, at least, "Sorry about that, Belcher can get excited sometimes...No harm done?"<br/><br/>Hm, she's a pretty girl, he thought to himself. Not the same knock-out, drop-dead pretty that Camelia was. But all the same, she was pretty. Kind of alluring, mysterious, with how she wore her hair...Time to make a new friend, maybe?