<div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/topher_grace3.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lance Armstrong<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Technospawn<br/><strong>Position/year:</strong>Student/Junior<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>well worn blue jeans, a faded red T-shirt, with a giant black ant printed on the front; A black Invader Zim hoody (http://img.hottopic.com/is/image/HotTopic/167684_hi?$270x406$), and a pair of red converse high tops, with green laces.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Entering the Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br/><br/>Lance managed to resurface from the cheeto induced coma that went by the name of Western Civ.  It was Lance's opinion that the first day of classes were always boring; even the tech ones, since there was far too much talking, and not as much building as he'd like there to be.  Hell, he'd been tempted to just sleep through the morning and send out LAC1(Lance Armstrong Clone 1 - the lazy one).  But it was far too early in the year for him to get away with it, and he figured that he could nap just as soundly in the middle of a class room, as in his bed.  Of course, he had been woken up countless times by the teachers, and one persistent class suck up, but he still managed to sleep long enough to feel drowsy, and and a bit bleary.<br/><br/>So he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, messes with his hair a bit, and shrugged his backpack further up his shoulder, before ambling over to the lunch aisle.  His nose scrunched up as he passed the salads, and his fingers twitched away when he passed the fruit, but he managed to put together a well balanced meal of pizza, tater tots, and a small bag of cheeto's, before snagging a few packets of ketchup, and ladle full of ranch dressing, before moving out of the line and over to an empty table.  Hunching over his food, he started to pop a tater tot into his mouth before spotting someone with the exact replica of his face approaching, with a bottle of mountain dew in his hand.  LAC2(L. Armstrong Clone 2 - the selfish one) sat down next to him, and than a moment later merged back into him with a little sucking sound, before Lance reached over and twisted the cap off the bottle, taking a big swig before going back to his meal.<br/><br/>