<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>The Stadium, plotting<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Michael<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He grinned over at Michael.  "Classy.  Nice touch."  He saw him turning away towards the town and offered a fist to bump.  "I'll catch you in the lab later.  I'll bring the schematics."  He glanced over towards the town, his eyes still blazing with that endless font of energy.<br/><br/>"See you man!"<br/><br/>He jumped back to a jog as he headed for the main campus, thumbing the small ring he'd created from micronizing a cell phone.  He drew out the letters for 'Lara' and then sent her a brief text.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hey weatherwitch!  Missing you.  Whatcha up to?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He had - he'd spent the summer doing whatever half-baked idea of community service the school could think of to 'keep him occupied.'  He wondered if they had any idea that the more he worked out his body, the more his mind seemed to disengage from what he was doing and come up with months worth of hair brained schemes to fight back against the administration.<br/><br/>Give him a genuinely difficult science problem, and his mind turned to more useful pursuits, but the school seemed scared of giving him free reign in a lab.  Lara'd been in his thoughts, and how to solve her little problem.  For the first time, he actually wanted to impress the administration, cut a deal, and see if he could get some bona fide lab time.<br/><br/>He gritted his teeth, hating himself already for it, and thumbed in the e-mail address for Principal Neutron.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Al,<br/><br/>Got a proposition for you.  Can I swing by your office?<br/><br/> - Planck</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He fired it off without a second thought, and continued his jog up towards the dorms (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=162799.msg7560617#msg7560617).<br/><br/>