<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.pcwallart.com/images/dwayne-johnson-young-wallpaper-4.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Bracken Forester<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>Morning, October 27<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Ninotchka<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong><br/><br/>When Bracken saw the lovely goddess signing the sheet, he didn't register it at first.  But as he tried to gaze across the crowd, his eyes kept drifting back to that lovely woman with the white hair and green eyes.  He didn't understand what was going on.  He tried to ignore it or look away, only to discover he was staring at her.<br/><br/>Then a scent hit his nose.  It was crisp and clean; fresh and wholesome; much like a summer's breeze.  His pulse picked up a beat but his breath became more shallow, almost like puffs.  Then the woman blushed and turned away.  Did she catch him staring at her?  Did she feel something as well?  He had to find out.<br/><br/>He wavered through the crowd of staff members as he walked much like a zombie towards the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.  His hands were becoming clammy with anticipation and partially of fear.  But he felt drawn to her like a magnet and steel.<br/><br/>Usually his words would be smooth and controlled, but he was having a hard time thinking straight.  “Um.  H...hello.  My name's Bracken.”  Never had he had such a hard time introducing himself to anyone before.  He stuck out his hand in a gesture to shake hers if she chose to.  He could almost feel the electricity between them.<br/><br/>