<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2h6bqqe.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Connor Marks<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Planck<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Sophomore Ne'er-do-well<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorms<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any, Lara<br/><br/><hr/>"I'll bring the munchies," he grinned.  "But only if we go running after.  Ooh - or maybe before.  What do you say... you want to soak up sunshine or you want to hit the track?"  He forced himself to loosen her, turning back to his boxes upon boxes.  They were unlabeled, but he opened it anyway and fished out a small bag of fresh apples, tearing it open and tossing her one.  "I have granola bars, too," he offered, holding up a handful and sliding them into the thigh-pockets of his jeans.<br/><br/>He grinned.  "So... what did you get into on your summer vacation?"