<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2h6bqqe.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Connor Marks<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Planck<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Sophomore Ne'er-do-well<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Stadium, plotting<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He caught the flicker of motion as he scanned the doors and the bleachers.  normally the Cheers all seemed like faceless automatons to him, but Megan at least had a knack for getting in trouble herself.  He grinned in his hoodie, his green eyes wicked.<br/><br/>He didn't bother to shout - she could amplify the vibration from across the field.  It must be handy being a walking, talking listening bug.<br/><br/>"Aww, c'mon little devil."  His lips curved in a rather devilish grin of his own.  "We've practically lived in detention for a year.  You know I'd never hurt anyone."<br/><br/>He shot her a wink from across the field, uncertain if she could see it beneath the hood.  He slipped the range finder into the pocket of his hoodie, willing to heed the unspoken warning her arrival suggested.  Others were on their way, soon, and likely not to offer the friendly warning Megan did.  He blew her a kiss, grinned rogueishly, and started to jog for one of the discrete exits from the stadium.<br/><br/>"Catch you in detention."  He turned and jogged backwards, doing a falsetto impression of two sophomores from earlier in the day.  "Ooh, Captain Flesh Tentacle is<em>soooooooo</em>hot."  His voice dropped back to its normal range, and gave her a wave.  "Catch ya later, devil."