<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly7brsNJYs1r3uq70o1_500.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kasume Richardson<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>None<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Student / 11th - Junior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hallway headed to the D&D meeting place<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Kasume had a small backpack strapped to her back as it bounced against her bottom with each step she took. The petite junior had her hair down as it cascaded like milk chocolate along her shoulders and partially into her face. She wore a pair of well used blue jeans and a long sleeved maroon colored sweater with small white pin stripes across the upper half. The sleeves were too long and she had cut a hole in the end to poke her thumb through. It helped keep her hands warm for the most part. She didn't falter in her steps as she held a small notebook to her chest. She was never without that sketch pad. Stopping by the soda machine and snacks she grabbed some water and a pack of plain M&Ms.<br/><br/>That day was supposed to be D&D in the club room and she hoped the others would be there this time. Once she got her days mixed up or everyone was too busy and no one told her there was no game. She sat in that room for two hours that night. But at least she got some sketches done and all of her society and ethics homework done. Her tennis shoes squeaked slightly on the floor as she paused to check her watch for the time then looked back down the other end of the hallway before glancing back up the other end. She couldn't help but get a feeling someone was following her. Kasume tucked her hair behind one ear and then ripped open her package of chocolate candies.<br/><br/>It was not unusual for her to bring candies with her but typically it was something from back home. It wasn't ever "American" chocolates as her friends used to call them. She didn't have her care package yet so she made due with what was there.