<br/><div class="floatright">(http://cdn1.thr.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/NFE_portrait/2012/02/spt_headshot.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Winston Church<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>Morning October 27th 2017<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Ferry/Auditorium<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong><br/><br/>Winston sat there with his sunglasses on, they were transition glasses so he just sat there in light blue lens.  He took all of this in, the guy was decent enough, the woman was hot.  She could have been on his arm, but since they were married he would keep his fingers to himself.  He never rubbed another man's rhubarb.  He sat in the back, or as far back as he was allowed.  He was a bit stand-offish.  His sister told him he should mingle and smile more, but since they died he didn't have a lot to smile about.  Seemed like his smile left when his family died.  He found this place or rather heard about, it was probably better for him to be around his own kind, he was supposed to be a fire assassin.  But he pulled back from that as he didn't feel like nor care about killing.  In this place, he saw himself being able to get his training, education, and hideout.  He knew if he did well here in school he would at least be able to get a decent job somewhere.  He knew of the reputation of this place and that was enough for him to get his foot in the door somewhere.<br/><br/>He waited for everyone to pass by get their items and that would leave fewer keys upon the table, he listened to a few conversations.  But he hung back as he knew how things settled out among the elite.   He could have been but he thought against it, he was used to being in the background no generally got along with the different guy and looking around at the staff, he was still the odd man out.