<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>Breaking and entering<br/><br/>Gilda and Gregg were definitely more interested in getting their flirt on with each other, than really anything else. Well actually, Gilda's interests were somewhat obscured all of a sudden by the pile of information his phone had ripped off her's during an attempted hack on her part. He wasn't really sure what to think of that yet, but he was definitely going to keep an eye on her.<br/>The other two girl's seemed to quickly latch onto each other, as people who felt uncomfortable in new situations, where they didn't know anybody. Both seeming more than ready to engage in their fairytale class, and here he was just waiting for this to be over with so he could get out of this place that reminded him of Ralph Fiennes’s house, from Red Dragon.<br/><br/>Then, as if to add to his annoyance with the evening, Gregg, fearless leader, decided to take initiative and break into the house, and he did so by reaching out and grabbing the handle just to yank on a locked door.<br/><em>Ok, time to have some fun with the posh kids..</em><br/><br/>“Je-sus…” Tim exclaimed, not loud, but with enough volume that it would be clear he wasn't just talking to himself. “...I mean, if you're gonna break into a place, just do it! Don't just stand there playing with the doors.”<br/>As he spoke he hopped up off the railing and turned to walk down the steps of the porch like he was ready to give up on the whole thing. Down the steps, and onto the walkway below. Then he stopped, and that mood changed.<br/>“You know what they say about closed doors, and opening windows…” suddenly Tim bent down and picked up one of the melon sized rocks that lined either side of the walkway. He turned and headed back up the steps, heading to where Gregg was by the door. “C’mon Gregg, I bet you've opened a window before…”<br/><br/>Tim stopped in front of the other guy, looking him right in the face. That look in those sharp blue eyes very clearly said “This is happening, you are doing this…” as he lifted the rock and brought down into the jock’s open palm, catching it as sports guys always do. But Tim kept hold of the top of the rock. He knew there was no way Gregg would have thrown the rock through one of the tiny windows on the side of the door, reach in, and unlock it for everyone to walk in. But that look in the strange guy's eyes was intense enough to say that if Gregg didn't do something, one of them would.<br/><br/>Just before the moment of truth was forced to happen, Tim turned his hand to the left and the top of the fake rock clicked open.<br/>One thing homeowners loved to do, was hide keys to their homes on their properties. Tim always thought it had something to do with people having some kind of buried treasure fantasy. They got off on the idea that they were hiding the keys to a treasure. Whatever the reason was, the first rule to solving any problem was to try and eliminate the easiest solution. So when he came by the old mansion last night, one of the first things he had looked for was any kind of normal front porch, decorative object that seemed out of place. The rock hide-a-key had actually been a very high quality one. Probably very expensive when it was bought. Which apparently was a time before time locks, because the thing had no security at all! It really did look and feel like a rock. A whole second look had been required to notice the tiny, perfectly circular, slit around it.<br/>Tim suddenly cracked a smile as he lifted the top off the rock and plucked the spare key out of the hidden chest. Then dropped the top back on.<br/><br/>When Tim turned away from Gregg he started chuckling to himself. The entire way to the door. Even as he unlocked it with a sharp click, and pushed the door open. He just kept chuckling, like a smartass. All the way inside.<br/><br/>Tim hadn't gotten a good look at the inside the night before. But as he peered around the layout of the entry hall, he found himself unpleasantly unsurprised.<br/>“...yep totally Red Dragon.”