<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/GregHead.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Greg Larson</strong><br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Stretch<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Student/Senior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Genesis Hall, Front Lawn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Beth, Braelyn<br/><br/><hr/>Greg walked out the front doors of the dorms wearing a blue pair of shorts and a grey tank top with the Nebula High lightning bolt on the front.  He hadn't seen Eddie or Mark today, but he had texted the latter with an invite to the football game.  Eddie was a bit rough for a game with the girls.  He didn't want anyone getting hurt too badly, especially the ladies.  He wasn't worried about himself... his bones couldn't be broken after all.  If he was anything he was incredibly resilient.  Spotting the girls doing their stretches, he smiled.  He took a moment to appreciate the view before he wolf whistled at the both of them.<br/><br/><strong>"Damn.  I could bounce a quarter off both your asses.  Lookin' good, girls!"</strong><br/><br/>He grinned as he approached, partaking in some stretches beside them.<br/><br/><strong>"Good call on the pre-game stretching.  You know I love to stretch."</strong><br/><br/>He gave the girls a wink and proceeded to wrap his arms around his body about six times before the limbs snapped back to their original well-defined shape.<br/><br/><strong>"Gotta stay limber.  No Mark yet?"</strong>