<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>Lisa, open<br/><strong>Extra Information:</strong>Storytime<br/><br/>Tim wasn't even paying attention as the others made their way into the classroom/living room. He was miles away from the hormonal, pg grope fest, that this already incredibly boring class was very quickly becoming. He didn't even look at the grouping of students that were forming. Choosing instead to keep an eye out the window and daydream about exactly what he was going to do when he got out of here, and if it was worth coming back here later tonight.<br/><br/>He wasn't even going to regard the herd of horny preppies until, for the second time since he had been there that day,  the custom protection software that had been put on his phone notified him of activity. It wasn't the same kind of loud, obnoxious, gotcha music that had played before. This time there were just a couple silent vibrations in his pocket. Just enough to let him know that the app was active again.<br/><br/>Tim just rolled his eyes. He knew who the culprit was, but he wasn't going to let it get to him, it wasn't worth it. Just let her play her little phone games. The class was only two hours, after all. But then it became clear that he wasn't the only victim of the wireless attack, as Lisa's phone blared out some old song that hadn't been relevant in over twenty years. Unless one wanted to embarrass their classmates, and embarrass she did.<br/>The song took the quiet girl so off guard that her whole purse went crashing to the floor, spilling its contents about wildly. To top it all off, this could just be one of those red faced moments that happened and was quickly forgotten about.  Those whole embarrassing scenario left Lisa pretty distraught, to the point of tears! That's what got to Tim. It wasn't enough that those three got all the attention their overprivilaged hearts could desire, they also had to torment those that just wanted to keep to themselves.<br/><br/>That's why Tim cast a decidedly impatient look towards Gilda as he bent down to grab some small round box, or jar, he didn't  check to see what it specifically was, that had rolled towards him and brought it to where Lisa was frantically putting things away. As he got closer he got a pretty good idea why she seemed so frantic, when he saw her putting away some old wooden doll. Probably some family trinket, nothing he cared about. But he could see why she would worry about some of the other students making a scene about it.<br/><br/>When he approached her he knelt down to her recovering level and held out the jar, or box, or whatever. "Here, I imagine you want this back...." then he even added a sincere "...cute doll. My mom collects pieces like that." He even offered her a smile, hoping any of which would help her recover from the moment.<br/>It was all bullshit of course. He wouldn't have even taken notice of the doll any other day, and he had no idea what, if anything, she may collect. But at least he tried.<br/><br/>When she took her thing back, he stood and headed back to his spot in front if the window. He was looking to the front of the class now. No longer daydreaming, now he was scheming.