<div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/topher_grace3.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lance Armstrong<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Technospawn<br/><strong>Position/year:</strong>Student/Junior<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>well worn blue jeans, a faded red T-shirt, with a giant black ant printed on the front; A black Invader Zim hoody (http://img.hottopic.com/is/image/HotTopic/167684_hi?$270x406$), and a pair of red converse high tops, with green laces.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Entering the Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Karter, Nathaniel, Yvette<br/><br/>Lance sent Karter a sympathetic look, when she told him about his day, and he especially winced when he heard that her mp3 player, wondering if it had been her good one, or one of the dinky little ones she sometimes used.  He hoped that it wasn't the good one, he had been looking forward to getting his hands on it, and putting on a few mods that she would like.  But before he could ask her, Nathan sat down at their table, and he sent the boy a two finger salute, and a grin before shoving the rest of his pizza in his mouth.  It took him a few moments to chew and swallow his food, but when his mouth was finally free to talk, he nodded.  "<strong>Hell yeah I did.  It would be out of my perfect character to have shown up to something as lame ass as that.</strong>"  He popped another tot, and squinted at the little guitar/paperclip Nathanial had worked for Karter.  He sent the boy a thumbs up, chewing slowly, but obviously showing appreciation for how well the guys skills had evolved.<br/><br/>When Karter disappeared, he looked around, wondering why she was leaving, but hoping she'd return so he could question her more about that mp3 player.  He watched her progress across the cafeteria, than went back to his food, grinning at Nathanial, and lifting a brow.<br/><br/>"<strong>That was a neat trick, dude, your skills with the ladies are getting smooth.</strong>"  His eyebrow wiggled suggestively, and than he snickered to himself; coughing to cover it up when Karter returned, this time with a blond chick in tow.  His grin turned a bit cocky as she chose to sit near him, sending Karter a<em>man look how hot I am, that the hot chick wants to sit next to me,</em>look.<br/><br/>"<strong>The seats free, so your more than welcome to take it.</strong>"  His voice was friendly, but even a hot chick couldn't keep him from popping the last tater tot into his mouth.  When Yvette mentioned liking his hoodie, he sent her a smile, approving of her taste.<br/><br/>"<strong>Thanks, I got it from hot topic and it was on sale, so I couldn't help myself.</strong>"  If he were honest, it was one of his favorite hoodies, which wasn't a big surprise since he was known to have a itty bitty obsession with Invader Zim, and all the merch associated with it.<br/>