<div class="floatright">(http://www3.wayne.kyschools.us/userfiles/162/DSC_0184(1).JPG)</div><strong>Name</strong>Daniel Coleman<br/><strong>Location</strong>The Living Room<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>Red t-shirt, blue jeans, black sneakers<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>The class<br/><strong>Extra Information</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Daniel arrived at the mansion late, later than he had hoped. It wasn’t anything he could’ve helped, since he already had almost a dozen other things to do that day, and this little field trip was not high on his priorities list. Sure, it had been his idea in the first place, thinking that attending this silly after school outing might add a bit of variety to his college applications’ extra curricular activities, but he hadn’t exactly been chomping at the bit to go to it, either. Not when he had his grandmother breathing down his neck to continue his stupid archery lessons or trying to convince his mother to actually come to one of his track meets once in a while. God, he wondered why he wasn’t more screwed up than he really was; how the hell had he managed to make it this far without punching a wall or the closest human being?<br/><br/>Not that it mattered - once he graduated from high school, he was going far away from this place and never looking back. But first...<br/><br/>He pulled up to the area outside the manor in his classic POS car, circa nineteen-eight-who-cares, the only gift his asshole of a father ever gave him, and that was because the rotten bastard had died. A quick survey of the cars outside the manor showed that a number of students had already arrived, and the open doors to the manor suggested clearly where they had all gone. Thinking there was nothing amiss with simply strolling into the manor without someone to guide him, he parked his car, stepped out of the vehicle, and wasted little time in hurrying inside the manor, hoping he hadn’t missed anything important.<br/><br/>He found the rest of the group fairly easily, gathered around in one or two asymmetrical clumps. He recognized a couple of students, though none of them were what he considered his friends. Daniel wasn’t what people would call popular, despite being a decent track athlete foe the school team, and he kind of liked it that way. Blending into the background kept him out of a lot of drama, and it prevented him from growing attached to anyone who might annoy him. Sure, there were several pretty looking girls here he wouldn’t have minded talking to, but honestly, would any one of them even want to talk to a guy like him? He’d have better luck meeting a girl straight out of a stupid kid’s book or something like that.<br/><br/>He didn’t have much time to really people watch when the one called Professor Blake arrived to get the field trip or whatever it was started. Everyone followed him into the living room, and Daniel followed silently, intending of finding a comfortable place to sit before anyone else could claim it. Though he was curious to see what would happen at this event, he honestly didn’t have many high hopes. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too dull, and with any luck it would be worth the trouble of coming all the way out here...