<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor (mid 2008, age: 15)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Flat<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Emily, John<br/><br/>"I don't like the night."  He admits. There didn't seem to be any real point to hiding it.  He stretched out a bit, shifted around again, and wound up with his head on the floor this time.  He was trying to find that perfect spot, that perfect way of laying, that would be comfortable.  Mori was a bit like that, too, it's a trait they both shared. They'd spend inordinate amounts of time trying to get into the perfect position.<br/><br/>'So, the other day, I was talking with my therapist. He recommended that I take up some form of exercise routine, as a way to better channel my energy. That it might do me some good. I'm thinking about boxing, since the school has that as a sports elective. But, I should probably work out before joining, right?" Though he had been speaking to them both, the question seemed aimed at John. That was because he knew, or at least thought of, John as being athletic.