<div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/99045184/large.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tim Morgan/ Rich Stranger<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving Casually at the Class<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black v-neck, green jacket, jeans, chucks, dark aviators, brown beanie, headphones<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>all, open<br/><strong>Extra Information:</strong><br/><br/>Tim had barely gotten settled against the railing before Greg's innuendos and Gilda's grabby nature, had the particularly shy girl frazzled and reeling backwards into making him lose hold of his glasses, and almost lose balance on the rail. The glasses clattered to the ground, but Tim didn't even regard them as he caught himself on the rail and at the same time, caught Madeline's arm to help steady her.<br/>"Don't worry about it..." He managed to mutter back to her apology before he realised that she seemed really worked up about it! Like she had just broken his grandmother's urn or something. It almost made him feel bad for her, that the incident that he wouldn't have given another thought seemed do upsetting to her. A quick glance up and he noticed that the other blonde on the porch also was not very upset about the situation, as she gave him that 'Nice ass, huh?' look. To which he just smirked a bit... he didn't have the view she did.<br/>When she handed the glasses back he held onto them as he tried to find her eyes and offer her a friendly smile. "Hey, it's ok. It's just a thing right? No big deal." When he took them back he just puffed a couple breaths on each lense, wiped them on his shirt, and tucked them away in a pocket.<br/><br/>Tim was skirting around behind the law all the time, and he was the best around at getting away with it and not getting caught. Something about it just came naturally to him, to the point where he had no choice but to be proud of it. So when something illegal was going on that he wasn't apart of, he found himself so amused by it that he nearly drew more attention than the act it's self. That's why Tim's phone was not nearly as subtle when the candyhouz program kicked on, and Tim's phone made the losing sound from Price is Right (https://youtu.be/9Jz1TjCphXE).<br/><br/>When Tim had first talked to his uncle about him getting a smart phone, instead of his old flip phone, his uncle had gone on and on about how insecure they were. Information coming and going all the time. The tiny computers leaked more than the US navy. But if he had to get one he needed to talk to this friend of his. A hacker, the best around. He would be able to protect it from anything that might be out there trying to get him.<br/>The program he had made and installed on Tim's new phone, was one he called Candyhouz. He said it was because it was made to trap anyone trying to mess with your information. Then it feeds them a huge pile of junk, and finally eats up their own info while they are distracted. Candyhouz...<br/>Tim wondered if the other nerds on his message boards thought that was cool.<br/><br/>Tim had only ever heard his phone make the noise of counter hacking someone a few times since he had it installed. Once when he was being showed how it worked, once while he was at a tech convention and was trying to get his hands on a pair of those computer glasses, and now as he sat on the railing of an old mansion's porch.<br/>"Uh oh, who's being naughty?" He asked out loud to nobody in particular. Though a quick glance around revealed only one person moving their hands in and out of their pocket frequently.<br/>Of course it wouldn't take long before the question was answered. A quick opening of his phone and opening the new files showed a curious mix of what looked like several people's content, but one in particular had far more that came in. Leading the gaze of those blue eyes up to Gilda, this time it was him giving the wink "Nice shot..." He commented before his eyes fell back into his phone. He flipped through a bit more files, while Greg commented on the weird mansion they were all brought to. That's when he noticed a reoccurring girl show up on both their phones and he let out a little chuckle and he muttered to himself "heh... six degrees of separation..."<br/><br/>He clicked off his phone and stuck it in his pocket. None of it was really anything he wanted to use in any way. Maybe Gilda would get his meaning and approach him about it at some point, and he would just deal with that in the moment. But if she didn't, he wasn't going to go after her over it. This sort of information gathering, blackmail stuff, didn't really do anything for him. He liked tangible treasures he could hold, not that that wouldn't include any of the three girl's that were also at the class. But that too he would just work with in the moment.<br/>"Well I'm here because I'm such a huge fan of Mother Goose, you know Baabaa Black sheep..." He said while looking to Gregg and Gilda, then turned his gaze to Madeline "...Princess and the Pea..." Then turned his gaze again to Lisa. "...I mean, that's why were all out in the middle of the woods in the night right?" Then back ahead again "Because we all love fairy tales?" He finished his smartass remark with a little smirk. Because in the end, what difference did it make why they were all here. They just were.<br/><br/>"Oh yeah, I'm Tim."