<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2h6bqqe.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Connor Marks<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Planck<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Sophomore Ne'er-do-well<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorms<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any<br/><br/><hr/>He caught her reply back and grinned, thumbing on his ring and continuing to walk.  The principal hadn't replied yet - or at least hadn't 'Detention, now!' just for the informal address.  So, early afternoon hanging with Lara before a meeting with the authorities and some lab time sounded like a great day... and maybe other events by nightfall.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Meet me up in my dorm room.  I need a shower.  I'll leave the window open for you.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He bounced up stairs three at a time, rounded a landing and grinned at two freshman girls who gave him a leary eye.  Lovely.  Second day and the rumors were already starting to spread.  He resisted the urge to bark and see if they jump.  Instead he took a step towards the slightly taller one, and stepped up to whisper in her ear.  She flinched as he did, freezing for a moment like a deer in headlights.  "“Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such shaping fantasies, that apprehend more than cool reason ever comprehends."  She dropped her jaw, looking like she didn't know whether to be flattered or creeped out, and bolted down the stairs.  Her friend lingered for a moment, giving a more bashful smile.<br/><br/>"Midsummer Night's Dream," she murmured.  She blushed slightly, but didn't bolt.  Connor smiled, giving a tiny nod.  "Love's stories written in love's richest books."  She smiled then, a bashful and pretty thing, and Connor gave a harlequin bow.  The braver, shorter of the two girls covered her hand and giggled.  "Connor, right?  It was nice to meet you."  She slid past him, shooting one more look over her shoulder, considering, before joining her friend who waited.  "What was<em>that?</em>What a creepo!"<br/><br/>Connor smiled to himself and bounced up the steps, the second floor his destination.  He slipped over to his room and turned the knob, sliding open the window.  The room was still immaculate - his boxes were in it,but nothing was yet unpacked, and the bed was folded with such careful precision it was impossible Connor had ever slept in it.  He looked around for Lara, outside the window, then stepped back in and stripped, tossing his jacket and his clothes back down atop a dresser.  He kept the waterproof ring on him, grabbed a towel, and sauntered towards the showers.