<div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/99045184/large.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tim Morgan/ Rich Stranger<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving Casually at the Class<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black v-neck, green jacket, jeans, chucks, dark aviators, brown beanie, headphones<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>all, open<br/><strong>Extra Information:</strong><br/><br/>Tim might have been arriving a little bit late, not that that would really bother him, though in his mind he was just on his way back. So really, he had been so early that he decided he needed to go and kill time while he waited for everyone else to arrive.<br/>Tim didn't like being made to go places he wasn't familiar with. He was a young man that liked having his bases covered, and that meant knowing the lay of the land, the size of the building, where the exits were... case the joint. He showed up in the middle of the night before, to case the joint.<br/>He had been able to get a good idea of the outer perimeter before he noticed some strange sounds from inside and took off.<br/><br/>The next morning he had slept in a little. He was in no hurry to get ready for a class. After all, these stories that some old man was obsessed with had been around for a hundred years, they could wait an extra half hour for him. So he casually got up and around, made his way to his favorite coffee shop, where some rich bitch happened to be screaming at the girl behind the counter. Something to do with how her idiot kid had dropped his hot cocoa on the floor and deserved another one free. But Tim was feeling generous today, so he stepped in and offered to pay for the new cocoa along with his coffee... out of the ladies wallet, he had just lifted out of her bag.<br/><br/>Still in no real hurry, Tim decided he would need a little pick me up, after this class was over, seeing as it didn't start til the evening, so he slipped in through the automatic doors of the local liquor store. He went straight to the back and grabbed a small bottle of bourbon. At the counter he handed the guy an obviously fake ID.<br/>"Hey buddy, this is fake. I can't sell you that."<br/>"What do you mean, it's fake?"<br/>"I mean it's a fake ID."<br/>"What are you talking about? I've had that license for more than a year now! Look, you have one of those black light tools, check it for yourself..." and a roll of the guys eyes before he knelt down to get the light, was all the time Tim needed to lean over the front of the counter an snatch one of the smaller bottles of high end bourbon that isn't out with the rest, and slip it into his coat pocket.<br/>"You know what, man. If you really don't want to sell me the bottle then fine, I'm gone." And leave he did, but not before snatching the ID back out of the man's hand.<br/><br/>He managed to kill most of the rest if the day in his usual way. Which was exactly what the counselors had been trying to avoid by getting him involved with this class in the first place. But hey, recovery is a process.<br/>When he was finally heading to the class out in the woods, he did so via the untamed woods to the side of the road. So when he appeared, he did so from the side of the house, and walked around to the front where there were several people already waiting.<br/><br/>First he noticed the vehicles parked in the front, a bug, and a hog,<em>I wonder who drove them...</em><br/>Then his attention turned to the group of young adults waiting innthe porch. A guy and a girl who looked like they were cut from the same fine cloth,  and another couple girls who looked to be more of the timid type. After all, something Mr jock was going on about seemed to have one of them all flustered up.<br/><em>Hmm... this guy distracts easy. I might have to go home with a new motorcycle tonight...</em><br/><br/>He approached the front steps with beanie, dark aviators, and headphones on making him look like he wasn't even aware that any of the other students were even there, as he walked past the first blonde who hadn't made it up with the others yet. That perception would only be backed up as Tim climbed the steps, and without so much as a word, moved through the middle of the group to find an open spot on the railing of the porch. Then he popped up into a sitting position on the rail. Finally he looked up and regarded the group by looking around at them through shaded eyes. Then he reached up and pulled off his glasses, revealing his sharp blue eyes.<br/><br/>"Sup guys, everyone here for storybook class?"