<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/RobertHeadshot.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Robert Strauss<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Ultimate<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Student / Senior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ionic Hall at the Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Molly, Sam, Tommy, Brandon<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Robert had been kept after school by one of his teachers to discuss the concept of being on time to class.  He couldn't help it.  There were extenuating circumstances, but the teacher didn't want to hear it... and so, he had been forced to endure a horrid lecture from Mr Davies, the math teacher that the students had taken to calling 'Hannibal Lecture'.  He slipped into Ionic Hall, his backpack slung over his shoulder and he glanced around to see if he could see... er, what was her name?  Mary?  Marne?  Damn it, he was normally good with names.  Molly!  That was it!  Molly.  He finally spotted her in the corner, shrinking away from two boys.  He frowned a touch.  He really hoped that the boys weren't picking on her.<br/><br/>He made his way over to where the three were conversing, a gust of wind sweeping in front of him.   He blinked, then looked to the left to see Samuel, the 'desperate best friend' talking to Kasume at 90 miles an hour, as usual.  He continued on to stop between Tommy and Brandon, giving Molly an apologetic look followed by body language that said 'do you want me to save you'?  He smiled to her as well as the two boys, offering a nod to them as he dropped his backpack beside the table.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey Molly.  These guys aren't being mean to you, are they?"</strong><br/><br/>There was mirth in his tone, tinged with a half serious edge, just in case they were in fact picking on her.  He hadn't known her long enough to judge whether she acted so frightened around everyone.