<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 listened to Tommy as he talked, watching Tommy dig into his food only served to remind Brandon that he was hungry...again...still...it was hard to say.  He had been hungry on the street for so long, he couldn't remember what it felt like to be full.  That, coupled with his metabolism...being satisfied and full was a rarity.<br/><br/>He nodded some as he finished off two containers of yogurt before crunching into an apple.  Pausing to wipe his forearm across his lips before smiling at Tommy, about to respond when Molly chimed in with a fairly dismal and dark response.  It made him wonder just what had been done to her but then again...maybe he really didn't want to know.<br/><br/>Another guy approached and Brandon readied himself for Molly to up and disappear again, frowning a moment at the question the guy asked.  The smile on his lips and his tone were enough to tell Brandon that he didn't really mean to sound accusatory but it caused Brandon to tense nonetheless.<br/><br/>"We're just talkin' here.  Sit if you want.", Brandon turned back to Tommy and gave him a friendly, but challenging smile.  "...Tommy was just about to tell me why he's here."