<div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/99045184/large.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tim Morgan/ Rich Stranger<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving Casually at the Class<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black v-neck, green jacket, jeans, chucks, dark aviators, brown beanie, headphones<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>all, open<br/><strong>Extra Information:</strong>Breaking and entering<br/><br/>He had put the fork down and moved on to a bookshelf. All the books looked old, worn, loved. A real collection, not actually<em>worth</em>anything. But sometimes value couldn't be measured by money. He also noticed some odd trinkets on thenold shelves. A vase that looked very nice. Some sort of decorative crystal, the kind that made colors appear when the sun hits it. Definitely looked more expensive than it was. Then he picked up a small globe made of glass. Turning it over in his hands he inspected it as he heard one of the newer arrivals call out to him. Warning of the dangers of sneaking around.<br/>"We're already inside, may as well poke around a bit. I mean, why have somany interesting things if you didn't want people to look at them..."<br/><br/>It was also mot lost on him when Gregg referred to him as<em>beanie</em>again. Typical mach bullshit, it's what his kind do. Whatever it takes to try and get their dick wet. Whatever, not like it really made a difference to Tim. There were definitely more interesting things in this house than the hormone party going on in the other room.<br/>Still though, Tim wasn't going to be<em>that</em>mature about the whole thing. A cheeky smile crossed his face as he put the globe back on the shelf, still perusing the other knick knacks he called out to the other room.<br/>"Hey Gregg, these people have a subscription to 'Date Rape magazine'. You're on the cover of this one! Quote: I know my way around a roofie..."<br/><br/>It was a challenge to keep himself from laughing out loud as he pulled one of the old books off the shelf and opened it to the middle, then continued flipping a few pages. Really he was more concentrated on his hilarious jab "...damn man, you didn't say you were famous... or infamous." Once again fighting off a laugh as he returned the book and then wandered to the other side of the large dining room, when he noticed a large canvas painting of what had to be a very fairytale setting.