<div class="floatleft">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/Tyler-Hoechlin-7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Carter Neville<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Nitro<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Senior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ionic Hall, Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chloe, Alexi<br/><hr/>At Alexi's comment, Carter was about to turn and retort that he was going to give the punk something else he could feel (like his boot up his ass), but before he could respond, Chloe chimed in, issuing her ultimatum.  Carter scoffed, meeting the young woman's gaze, and raised a brow.  He studied her for a long moment, then glanced back to Alexi, narrowing his eyes at the kid.  He soon grinned, however, and moved over to Alexi, wrapping one arm around the youth's broad shoulders.<br/><br/>"See, me and Alexi here, we're pals..." he said.  "I was just pickin' on him.  He knows that.  Don't ya, Goldilocks?"  He gave the kid a rough shake, grinning at him.  "Besides, he's tough.  What's the biggest you've grown, Alexi? 50, 60 feet tall?  Would I really wanna piss off a kid that can do that?"<br/><br/>He gave Alexi a rough pat on the back and moved over to Chloe, shoveling a chicken strip into his mouth and chewing it quickly.  He took her hand again, and pulled her from the lunch line to head out into the cafeteria.  True to her intuition, the table he chose to sit at quickly emptied, and if he showed any sign of irritation at the fearful glances or dark looks from the other students, it wasn't readily obvious.  Carter had been a trouble maker for years, and this wasn't the first time that he'd had a table suddenly 'open up' for him at lunch.<br/><br/>"Have a seat, beautiful..." he said, pulling out a chair for her before he sat down.  "I meant what I said about Alexi...that kid has power.  But he's soft.  And I don't mean this in no bully jerkish kinda way.  I'm talking from experience.  Kids like that, with that level of power, they can do great things.  But they've got to toughen up, or the world's gonna eat 'em alive, Chloe."<br/><br/>He chomped into another chicken strip, and followed it up with a handful of fries, a part of him doing his best to be mindful about his table manners.  After all, it could be quite disconcerting to watch him eat, shoveling plate after plate of food into his mouth, as though he were a glutton.  But super speed gave him a super appetite, and if he didn't keep up on his carbs, his body would literally devour itself from within.<br/><br/>"It's something my Dad taught me once..." he said, after swallowing.  "Just having powers doesn't make you a hero.  You have to know when to use them."