<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<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/><br/>He wasn't practiced at hiding his emotions and the displeasure he felt as the girl responded was clearly displayed on his face.<br/><br/><em>Someone really did a job on her...</em><br/><br/>It could be a thousand different things.  Carrying her stuff around in a garbage bag gave him the impression that she was from the streets and if she was from the streets, things could have been totally...completely messed up for her.  Things were shitty for homeless kids but young girls got it the heaviest, that was for sure.  She looked scared...like a wild animal that would bolt at first blink.  He couldn't help but think back to some of the younger girls he knew from back home that were so...broken.  He found that the trick wasn't to be overly-sympathetic.  It was more important to be calm and reassuring and potentially take them a step towards feeling normal.<br/><br/><em>Can anyone feel normal here?</em><br/><br/>He ignored much of what she had revealed about herself so far and offered her a small, casual smile.  There were six large tubs of yogurt on his tray and he took the one off the top and hefted it in his hand, feeling the weight of it...noting the surface of the table and the condensation that had formed from the cool yogurt.  His eyes narrowed slightly as he gauged the distance between him and the girl.  He placed the tub down and slid it towards her smoothly...the tub coming to a stop just six inches past her.  His extra plastic spoon followed shortly after and came to a stop in front of her precisely.  Food was grounds for conversation on the streets.  No matter what the issue was between people...food squashed it.  Food was reason to sit and figure things out and Brandon hoped this was the case with her.<br/><br/>She apologized to him about more things than he could imagine in such a short amount of time and he shook his head slightly and gave her a small, encouraging smile.<br/><br/>"No...this is your table.  You were here first.  I came here to say hello.  I'm Brandon.  You want me to leave?"