<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b2/Robert_Buckley.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name</strong>:Brandon St. Clair (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132556.msg6773050#msg6773050)<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre</strong>: Wingfoot<br/><strong>Position</strong>: Student - 2nd year<br/><strong>Location</strong>Common Area<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:Braelyn, Karter, Yvette, Others, Open<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>black t-shirt with<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">white wings on the front.</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Hermes_Wings_by_Afilimona.jpg)</div></div>Recently purchased blue jeans, recently purchased cross-trainers( Mizuno )<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Braelyn the super-icey-hot cheerleader was glorious.  She really was.  If Brandon had the money he'd simply pay her to walk around him in a circle constantly just so he could look at her.<br/><br/>More glorious however...was the cafeteria.<br/><br/>So much so that he stood still a moment and stared at everything available and his mind was a maelstrom of wants.  It was amazing to him that he saw kids throwing a half-eaten pizza or barely picked at food into the garbage but more amazing still was that he could just walk up and take what he wanted.<br/><br/>"Totally...and completely boss..."   , he murmured in awe.<br/><br/>Fifteen minutes later he had a tray balanced in each hand, loaded with food and drinks and his stomach felt as though it was punching him...in the stomach, he was so hungry and so fired up over having so much food to eat.  He was deciding what table to sit at, taking in the room and the sight of everyone there when he focused on a girl at the back.<br/><br/>His smile faltered as he watched her, moving about in a manner that he recognized and she didn't even need to be carrying around a trashbag for him to know where she came from.  He'd met other kids on the street that did the same thing.  Moved in a cautious way as to not draw attention to themselves.  Carry everything they own in a garbage bag because they didn't have a group of people they could trust to leave it around with.<br/><br/>Brandon had a weak spot for those kids.  He'd try to set them up.  Try to get them into the group that he had been involved with and tried to get them to a point where they felt safe enough that they could relax and not carry their things around with them all the time.  Tried to convince them that they had a home now...<br/><br/>The slender brunette clearly didn't feel like this place was home and that set all kinds of alarms off in Brandon's head.<br/><br/><em>Do they take care of us at all?  Or do they give us free reign to figure it out as we go along?  Are people mean to this girl?  Does she know something we don't?  What if this place is run by the corp that made me?</em><br/><br/>He wiped the frown of concentration off his face when she had sat down at a far table and started working on something.  He made his way back to the counter and grabbed a second spoon and then proceeded to move deeper into the cafeteria.  He passed by a number of tables until he got to hers and rather than sit down directly across from her he sat down at the far end of her table.  Putting six to ten feet of space between the two of them so as to not rattle her too much and make her leave.  He deftly slid both trays of food onto the table and looked at the girl, waiting patiently for her to look up before he gave her a safe smile and a nod of his head as he spoke in a quiet voice.<br/><br/>"Hey..."