<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/A4nLJFspAiEF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Janie-Lynn Dough (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9981657#msg9981657)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Mist<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Third Floor, Room 6<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black Jeans, grey sweater, running shoes, her favorite panda earrings. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=123083567)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Central Building - Cafeteria<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 3, 2012.  6:15 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Victor<br/><hr/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">The smile on her face was clear evidence that Janie-Lynn was best pleased with the accepted breakfast date. Not that she thought it was a “date” date. Blushing at her own thoughts, she glanced down at her salad and speared a cherry tomato, or attempted to at least. It would seem that  her hand-eye coordination wasn’t up to its usual standard. The prongs of the fork refused to penetrate the thin skin of the tomato, causing it to slide forcefully to the side and catapult the vine grown fruit across the table and onto Victor’s plate. Her eyes grew wide as she watched the red, tasty bomb land on her new friend’s plate. There was a moment of silence and then… giggles. <br/><br/><strong>”I am so sorry!”</strong> apologized Janie in between giggles. She managed to shake her head in answer to his question on her plans for evening. In truth, Janie didn’t have any plans at all, besides wishing for complete and total numbness. Taking a sip of her milk, she managed to get herself under control enough to settle the sudden giddiness she had suffered and offered a sweet smile as a way of an apology. <br/><br/><strong>”No, no… I don’t think I should go to bed this early. I was thinking of having a walk… but I’m not sure if my legs will forgive me. Did you have plans or did you want to just go to bed?”</strong> There was a moment of silence before a young man at the table nearby began choking on his drink while his buddy, who was grinning ear to ear patted him on the back. Apparently they had overheard Janie and assumed a less than innocent meaning to her question. <br/><br/><strong>”I mean...alone, not with me..not that I would mind, I mean...oh lord I’m just gonna stop talking now”</strong> to prove her point Janie stuffed her mouth full of salad and looked down at the table as she attempted to chew away her embarrassment. </div>