<div class="floatleft">(http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/3867/claudialynxnovember2011.jpg)</div><strong> Name:</strong>Lara Avery<br/><strong> Nom De Guerre:</strong>Tempest or some of the others students have called her typhoon or destruction<br/><strong> Position/Grade:</strong>student<br/><strong> Location:</strong>On one of the schools roof tops<br/><strong> Tagging:</strong>open, texting Connor<br/>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=44342316)<br/>Music she is listening to (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AUO_5EALZoM#)<br/><br/>Lara laid out in the sun on the roof top of on of the buildings, her raven black hair sprawled out around her. Her Mp3 player playing loudly in her ears as she ignore those around her. She was just relaxing and ignoring the fact that she in fact back at school. The klicks and bad mouthing coming back into play, if only they knew how easily she could do away with it all. Than again that would make her the bad guy. She laughed at that thought remembering a comment from Conner. The dark side had perks, she though taking a lollipop out of it's wrapper and started to suck on it.<br/><br/>After a few moments she groaned and pulled her phone from her pocket.<strong><em>"Marco!?"</em></strong>she text Conner, making the text a joke about the Marco Polo game. Sliding her phone back into her pocket she stretched. Moaning as she felt her back pop, the tension in her body something she had just started to get used to. Her hands resting above her head, only moving to play with the lollipop stem every once and while. Her Mp3 player slowly working through he varied playlist. Lara knew she should be more productive and social, but today she just felt like being lazy. It could have something to do with her early morning wake up. Blasted morning people were far to excited for their own good. They should know not o wake the night owls, they a grumpy and dangerous creatures when woken up before they are ready too.