<div class="floatleft">(http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l161/kaio999/Micheal.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u">ENTER</span><br/><strong>name</strong>: Micheal Kane<br/><strong>time</strong>:??<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: Eric Caulfield<br/><hr/><br/>Kane looked at his watch for a third time, "Damn I am sure I missed it." He muttered, "I know I missed it." He grunted the next words softly, "I knew I should have taken that library position it would have made all of this so much easier." Kane was dressed in a suit, it wasn't a nice suit but it was striped and matched well with teachers who wandered the hall with little issue. He wore a shirt of red underneath that suit and many would find him to be a handsome man in his forties, he didn't care much if at all for any of that he was more concerned with his new slayer...<br/><br/>"Buffy Summers, burned down a gym..." He groaned, a little amused, and a little horrified he couldn't even conceive of the monumental task ahead of him. He had to tame and train this girl to be someone who could save the world... A lot. He wasn't even over the last one. He shook her memory away fearing it would bring him to tears.<br/><br/>Opening the door he found much to his chagrin it was indeed... Empty, "Just as I imagined." He looked down and spotted Eric, seeing the professor still present he walked down the steps in what could be considered a rushed pace. "Hello, I have an appointment with Miss Buffy Summers, she attends this class correct? I appear to have missed her do you know what direction she went?" His tone was one that demanded respect, and he also seemed to demand a quick answer to this affect, signs of a military man.<br/><br/>He provided a brief smile also assuming that made his words appear less rude.