<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzXxffY-_rc/Srm-kZr59HI/AAAAAAAACy4/bfRCaJ8LqJw/s400/JASON+CHAMBERS++4.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Victor Creed<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Sabertooth<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Room 5<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Camo-Cargo pants, white tank top covered by a button up jacket and running shoes.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd, Early evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dani<br/><hr/><br/>She... did have a good selection of points, he had to admit. Tomatoes were salad, not fruit salad material, and they did have a unique texture among foods. He felt a smile touching his lips as he tilted his head and nodded," Well, their scientific classification is a veggie, so not much we can do about that unless you are a Genetic Biologist, but you do have a good couple of points."<br/><br/>"Oh," He smiled, turning towards the table, picking up two plates and handing one to Dani," I'm a Boston..." He remembered his father always said that he was a Boston man, but he didn't think it applied. In many ways, he was still a teenager," Guy," He completed lamely," I hate flying myself. If we were meant to fly, we'd sprout wings, and I have a feeling that some of us already have," He chuckled, but there had been rumors," What really annoys me is the taking off and landing part though," He tapped his ears," Not too fond of feeling like my brains are trying to pop out through my ears, if you take my meaning," He chuckled, placing randoms foods on his plate," What do ya do for fun?"