<div class="floatleft">(http://www.campuscircle.com/film/104112.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Victor Creed<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Sabertooth<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Room 5<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Central building - Cafeteria<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As shown in pic<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 3rd, Early evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jaine-Lynn Dough<br/><hr/><br/>The image was compelling, and Victor found himself chuckling softly at the image of the trainers scraping the girl off of her bed in the morning. He knew he was going to feel the same, but no need to tell her that," Only go invisible?" He asked with a laugh," I wish I could do that on occasion. I know that there are have been a couple times since I've landed here that I wish nobody could see me..." Okay, maybe he pulled that too far, so he conveniently stopped his mouth from blabbing by filling it with food, munching comfortably as he listened to her talking. She had a nice speaking voice, not high pitched, not nasal and using the modern 'textspeak' excessively, which Victor had found grated on his nerves when his female classmates spoke. And that accent was enough to have him a little captivated.<br/><br/>He finished chewing and was about to chide her on her use of painkillers, quoting his father when he had told a twelve-year-old Victor that using painkillers stemmed the muscles' healing processes, or something to that effect, but his jaw snapped shut abruptly, replaced by a sneaky grin, recalling how he had sneaked aspirins from his father's cabinet after that hellish weekend. He knew that the temptation was there, and if he wasn't strong enough to resist it, who was he to judge someone who followed his poor example? Instead of elaborating, however, he simply chewed some more and kept on listening.<br/><br/>He shook his head," No... sorry, I've never heard of it... Kansas you say?" He instantly quelled the horde of Dorothy jokes that came to mind and he moved on," I... well, I was born and raised in a suburb near New York. Dad was a doctor there... he... uh, died in the battle for New York," His mood dropped suddenly as he remembered the incident, making him bite his lip, memories flashing across his mind's eye, the creatures flying over head, an explosion rocking a building right beside them, rubble and glass raining down and destroying their car...<br/><br/>He blinked and took another bite of steak," Anyways. What are you looking forward to for tomorrow?"