<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b2/Robert_Buckley.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name</strong>:Brandon St. Clair (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132556.msg6773050#msg6773050)<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre</strong>: Wingfoot<br/><strong>Position</strong>: Student - 2nd year<br/><strong>Location</strong>Common Area<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:Braelyn, Open, Others<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>black t-shirt with<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">white wings on the front.</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Hermes_Wings_by_Afilimona.jpg)</div></div>Recently purchased blue jeans, recently purchased cross-trainers( Mizuno )<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>It had been years since he had eaten real food...food that hadn`t been stolen or that had been thrown out and he fished from a dumpster.  When he had been waiting to leave for the flight...and all during the flight north...they had given him food.  More glorious food than he could think of and it was a sensory overload like nothing he had ever experienced.  He ate until he hurt...and then his metabolism kicked in and sixty minutes later he devoured another feast that would have been suitable for three men.<br/><br/>Braelyn...the red-head cheerleader that could spit out icicles fed a hunger that he never knew existed until now.  He liked girls.  He knew that.  For the last few years however, pretty...and sexy girls were low on the priority list when it came to simply surviving.  Normally he was absorbing all of the information a new place had to offer.  He would be aware of the people around him.  He would be aware of exits and possible threats.  Braelyn was like a magnet for all of his senses.  Even when she had walked past him so smoothly and was out of sight for about a thousand heartbeats of his racing heart...the sight of her approaching with her swaying hips was still being processed by his brain...a brain that normally processed things amazingly fast.<br/><br/>Then she was touching him.  Her small, slender fingertip had danced down his arm and it was as though she was awakening long dead nerves...sensations that his body had forgotten about.  There was a roaring in his ears...like static but more pleasant and it disappeared the moment she spoke to him.<br/><br/><em>Be cool.  Just...be cool.</em><br/><br/>His arm tingled where she had touched him and he momentarily balled his hand into a fist to try to quell the feeling of anxiousness that raced up his arm and balled at the base of his skull like a knot.  He gave her a small smile that he hoped was more confident than nervous and he spoke in a low, but firm tone.<br/><br/>"Hi.  I'm uh...Brandon." , he nodded his head slightly as if to reassure himself.  "And yeah...I'm pretty new here.  There's alot to take in and...", he laughed a moment.  It was short, quiet and a little nervous.  "...this is all a little unreal."