Telly was having a terrible time blinking the sweat out of his eyes, which had mingled with the grease from his skin and making the sensitive organs sting. He only had enough time to get dressed and look outside to find out what all of the commotion was. At least once a week there was a fight in the dorm hallways between some guys squabbling over a girl, girls squabbling over a guy, or guys and girls squabbling together about some other guy or girl. It was always amusing to see his fellow human beings in such a state of emotional disarray, though he tried his damn best not to get involved, and it had worked so far through life.<br/><br/>He had never been in a fight with another guy, hadn't even raised his hands in a harmful manner off of the football field. When he was put to the test that very morning, Telly was weighed and found to be a decent brawler. At least he could offer a swell punch, one that had bought him enough time to run like hell, and eventually his pursuer lost interest in the heavy guy. Despite his size, Telly was very fast, and very agile. He was a wide receiver trapped in the body of an offensive lineman, and no matter what diet or workout plan, he just couldn't lose his girth. It must have been genetic.<br/><br/>Not that he was ugly, of course. Telly had even taken the time to wash his face and brush his hair that morning, which had almost cost him precious time in finding safety. His mop of short, curly black hair was as reminiscent of the Greeks as his name, which he never told anybody. Aristotelis. What the fuck where his parents thinking?<br/><br/>He patrolled the library now with a heavy book, some dictionary or thesaurus. He wasn't quite in a reading mood at the moment, to properly discern which it was. It was the only suitable weapon at his disposal, though some of the others wielded more practical bludgeons than he.