<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b2/Robert_Buckley.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name</strong>:Brandon St. Clair (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132556.msg6773050#msg6773050)<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre</strong>: Wingfoot<br/><strong>Position</strong>: Student - 2nd year<br/><strong>Location</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:Molly, Tommy, Robert<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>black t-shirt with<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">white wings on the front.</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Hermes_Wings_by_Afilimona.jpg)</div></div>Recently purchased blue jeans, recently purchased cross-trainers( Mizuno )<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He gave Tommy a curious look as he brushed off the inquiry regarding what his power was.  He supposed it was a bit personal?  He never thought about it really.  He just assumed that sort of thing was a given here, although it would be difficult to explain exactly what his powers were as well.  He listened to the conversation going on around him and kept eating.  Taking everything in...and eating.  It was so good to eat.  He didn't have to worry about where his next meal was coming from and that very thought alone was heaven.<br/><br/>He was taking a drink of milk when Robert explained that Tommy was an "Iron Chef" guy and Brandon snorted in laughter, choking momentarily on the milk.  He wiped his mouth, running his forearm across his lips and with his eyes still tearing a bit he laughed quietly and spoke to Tommy.<br/><br/>"Seriously?  Your power is...cooking things?"<br/><br/>He looked at the candied bananas and then looked back to Tommy and gave him an incredulous look.  "That's like...I saw a girl spit an icicle out of her mouth...and your power has that way, WAY beat in the weirdness category."