<div class="floatleft">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i359/etinz/RyanDavis.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Simon Tobias<br/><strong>Location</strong>The Woods<br/><strong>Tag</strong>Scarlett , any<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Simon watched the girl suddenly run off talking about her 'spidey sense' , was she channelling Peter Parker? ,shaking his head even total babes who were incredible fighters couldn't be prefect, of course things had kinda gone downhill on the potential girlfriend front when  her potential lesbianism went thru the roof.<br/><br/>Regardless he'd meant it when he said she intrigued him...she did.<br/><br/>And if anything hot babes knew hot babes and they could all be lesbians...could they?<br/><br/>Still the Peter Parker channeling aside he'd seen enough of this girl in action to know she did things for a reason.. or at least moved at pace for a reason. Simons natural inclination was to follow and he did getting no more than 30 yards before stopping. His grandfather had taught him how to track at night, up until four years ago they had practiced in these very words, until a series of dog attacks that left bite marks caused his mother to ban the woods at night. She'd be thrilled with her son now.<br/><br/>Simon moved forward until the party was a dull noise and listened ...nothing<br/><br/>Then he heard a scream ...Simon ran<br/><br/><br/>...towards the scream.