<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>Auditorium/Gymnasium.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>First Day, Afternoon/Early Evening.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ryuuji (mention). Open<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Boots, Dusty blue jeans, Army Field Jacket, Field Cap, Aviator Goggles, black Foothills brewery t-shirt<br/><strong>Note:</strong>Taking a short cut towards the dorms. Taking a break.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The heavy steel door creaked as Ben entered the Gymnasium/Auditorium as it appeared to be a short cut to the Dorms on the far side of campus. His heavy boots thumping upon the polished hardwood floor as gold rays from the sun that was beginning to set filtered through the large windows around the top of the building. Dust motes floating in, and out of the rays like snowflakes upon a quiet day. Biscuit stopped, and looked around the Auditorium. Thinking that just a couple of hours ago, the Entrance Ceremony he was suppose to attend was here. He would have met his new classmates, and possibly made friends. However, cause of a shipping error he was forced to ride 1200 miles in two days. He just barely made it before the school closed . Add to this that he had to endure a bullshit ass chewing by the likes of Morooka. Not a very good start to his Japanese scholastic career. There were bright spots though. He did meet some one that was friendly in Ryuuji. But only time will tell if that actually grows into a legitimate friendship, or remains in the Acquiescence phase.<br/><br/>Finding a seat left out, Biscuit let his duffel drop to the ground and plop down in the seat to take a break. Letting out a deep yawn, it felt like his body weighed a ton. Hopefully taking a quick break could give him the energy to make it the rest of the way to the dorms, and a hot shower.