<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>Everybody<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Erik sat somewhat uncomfortably in his chair. Well, to most, he looked pretty at ease, but for some people, like the Director, or anyone who was simply better-than-average at reading people could pick up some minor notes of anxiety. He could fool the average person, rather easily; but how many people in this room were average? That was, in fact, one of the things that made him feel uncomfortable. Life on the streets, especially when one ends up in rougher neighborhoods, teaches one to be alert and vigilant. And right now, he felt... well, threatened. He didn't really have a reason to be, he couldn't come up with an explainable reason, even to himself, but that's how he felt... and despite having a pretty confident exterior, it showed. He was trying not to, though.<br/><br/>There were other things, too. This whole situation was so far removed from his daily life, that he really had nothing he could even compare it to. It felt surreal.<br/><br/>Maybe it was because of that, but, 'Charlie', as he referred to his shadow, seemed to be pretty active. It currently was not 'attached', in any sense to Erik, but instead seemed to be standing next to Agent Romanov. Charlie was just minding its own business, though. Still, it could be a little unnerving; but this was a parlor trick, and one which Erik either didn't know how to control, or had no capacity to control. The owner of the rebellious shadow was not certain which of those two it was.<br/><br/>The moment the Director began to talk, though, Charlie seemed to race straight across the ground, and take its position where it should be; like a student who just heard the late bell ringing, and was literally running to get into his seat. The shadow made no noise, of course; it existed only as an image. This sort of behavior, with his shadow, happened all throughout the first day; and it would happen throughout this day, and probably, every day.<br/><br/>Despite the dark shades Erik wore--yes, even inside, because most artificial lights bothered the hell out of him-- the Director would probably still be able to sense that the one with the free roaming shadow was paying attention only to him.<br/><br/>Thankfully, this whole formal moment seemed to pass quickly. Erik liked that, he was pretty sure that if this had turned into something long, he might have cracked a bit. He felt the air was tense; but maybe that was just his own anxiety of this new situation. He had a day here, but it'd probably take him a full week to stop feeling like a fish that's been hooked and removed from the water.<br/><br/>He slides out of his seat, noticeably quite quietly. Probably the quietest of them all. The way he moved spoke of efficiency, he never moved in any way that was more than he needed. He was also quick, without moving fast, to head straight towards the food; and as he did so, he passed by Victor. Close enough to hear his mumbling. "Talk with the wardrobe people, I'm sure they'll give you something less eccentric. Biker's jacket, maybe?" As he drifted by, his shadow seemed to 'lag out' around Victor, reacting not as quickly as it should; as if it was reluctant.  He kind of thought that leather and chains would suit someone like Victor.<br/><br/>Now, he had eaten a lot yesterday, but, thing is... he's used to scraping by on very little. Some times, he'd have stretches of malnutrition, even. And now, there was all this food... and while he keeps civilized and polite, respectful and mindful, there is an obvious gusto in which he would start gathering food to eat, soda to drink.<br/><br/>He also seemed somewhat tensed up and guarded as he ate. He ate quickly, too. It's not like somebody here would sneak up on him and steal the food right off his plate, but... he's had to deal with that far too many times in his life. It's become an ingrained habit to eat quickly, and remain almost defensive.