<br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/3d/ca/a3/3dcaa335e8ade145b7fc757d5d6039fc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Greggor Steppenwolfe<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Big old stuffy mansion<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tennis shoes, jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket.  All expensive and designer.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gilda<br/><strong>Extra Information:</strong><br/><br/>The mansion was out in the middle of nowhere, which meant that the finely tuned German motorcycle could be heard miles away.  Greggor got a wonderful opportunity to give it the gas, taking the turns hard, enjoying the fact that there were no dips on the road that he had to worry about.  He was enjoying the ride so much he nearly forgot that he was out there for a reason.  Once the mansion appeared in the distance, light hidden by the trees, his mood instantly soured.    In the dark of night he saw another vehicle, a car that was hard to make out.<br/><br/>At the door a woman was there, a silhouette showed a nice figure and long hair.  Maybe this 'detention' wouldn't be the end of the world.  He kicked the stand and killed the engine, hopping off the bike and leaving the helmet hanging off one handlebar.  Fingers brushed through his hair as he started towards the house.<br/><br/>As he got up near the door his phone chirped.  He pulled the latest iphone out, scrolling through a new text message.  "Sorry girl, busy with homework."   He offered the words outloud as he typed, then slipped the device away as he stepped up to the door.  The blonde was waiting patiently, so he had the opportunity to eye her.  "You here for detention, too?"