<div class="floatleft">(http://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/746549258.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Brandt<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Mantis<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>2nd Floor, Room Three<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd, Early evening<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>Olive Drab Sweater, Light Gray Sweatpants<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Stephen, Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Mantis deduced why it was called a corndog rather immediately since it did bear some superficial resemblance, at least in basic shape and mechanics of eating, to corn which she did help grow and harvest back in the Pama monastery gardens. But the corndog just looked off to her as she held it aloft in front of her by the small wooden popsicle stick that served as a handle to the food item as she leaned in, her nose wiggling as she took a whiff of the cornmeal battered hot dog, but found nothing to discern. Her eyes darting around, clearly not wanting to look too out of place, she then leaned in even closer and stuck her tongue out, pressing the tip against the corn dogs warm side, sampling its taste and texture before pausing.<br/><br/>Warm. Oily. Soft. Edible. Hopefully digestiable.<br/><br/>Her tongue lapped up against the cornmeal batter now, licking it like a popsicle before shrugging a bit to herself, finding the taste to be a bit light, feintly hinting of roasted corn, and somewhat savory yet oily, but still a bit underwhelming in the taste department. It was then her eyebrows perked upwards across her face, and glancing to her side, she noticed someone who seemed both a bit older then most of the students here, as well as a fair bit overdressed with his Western jacket and tie and realized this person was likely a student, as opposed to a staff member.<br/><br/>Her eyes focused on him, almost like dagger points as she focused her vision on the med student, someone she had never seen before and yet could read his face like a book, and see from a feint aura, the almost unrivaled potential that emanated from him. She pointed her corn dog at him. "You there. You should sit here. We should talk," she stated in a voice that while her words were direct and it was phrased like a command, her voice never the less was quite soft, even moreso due to her accented English. Plus her facial expressions looked rather non-threatening as she gave him a rather curious look beyond the gaze of her brown eyes upon him, which seemed far more penetrating to the point of almost feeling intrusive.<br/>