<div class="floatleft">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/0000ryt3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Erik Crowley<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Shadow<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Floor 2, Room 4<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd, early evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>No one in specific, open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Like the shadows themselves, it seemed as if Erik was being paid little attention to. Maybe Arthur just didn't feel like rising to the provocative comment he made. Or maybe he was distracted by something. Likewise, Strange seemed to have not heard him; maybe it was just everyone talking, and his voice got lost in the shuffle somewhere.<br/><br/>No matter what the reason ultimately was, though, the reaction was the same. He felt isolated and alone, even surrounded by everyone else. So he almost entirely disengages, retreating to his thoughts.  His left arm rested lightly upon the table in front of him, and he rested his head upon his hand; his fingers covering his mouth and his expression. The dark glasses contributed to hiding what few outward expressions of his anxiety he was showing, and also had the effect of making him seem a lot more of the dark and brooding sort than he really was.<br/><br/>Charlie, the shadow with a mind of its own, had returned in the form of a small snake, that simply slithered along the walls, and ceiling, disappearing at times into small pools of darkness that seemed to ripple.