<strong>Name:</strong>Tommy Nakamura<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Windfall<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Student/Junior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hall of Oracles - Auditorium<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Karter, and anyone else close enough to observe<br/><hr/><br/>Tommy turned his head and smiled faintly.  "Hey, Karter," he greeted her with a nod.  "How've you been?  Good lately--"<br/><br/>BOOM.  The doors came flying open.  One small piece of paper hurled by the slipstream from somewhere outside came flying through the door and nearly smacked Tommy right in the face as he turned to look, realizing a second too late that he didn't need to look because he knew exactly who was coming.<br/><br/>He realized a second after that, as he snagged the paper out of the air, that if he'd been unlucky enough<em>not</em>to look, someone else might have snagged the $20 bill.  Tommy folded it into a shirt pocket quickly; he doubted Carter would be pleased to be the bearer of good news.  Didn't want to rain on the awesome day that guy was obviously having.  No use complaining anyway, his own hair had already fallen back into place how he wanted it.  Tommy glanced back at Karter.<br/><br/>"Um, sorry.  I was saying --" he caught himself, and smiled sheepishly.  "Sorry.  I was about to ask 'How's tricks?' but I'm guessing you're not in the mood for shitty unintentional puns."