<div class="floatleft">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/0000ryt3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Erik Crowley<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Shadow<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Floor 2, Room 4<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd, early evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Arthur, Jean, Mantis, open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>"Hah. So, when are you going to hop back across the pond?" That was his response to Arthur's power. Not awestruck, like some. He also wasn't being mean about it, more-so joking. Truth was, though, what was displayed may not match up with what was going on inside. Noticeably, and perhaps related, Charlie is absent at the moment.<br/><br/>He seemed to quickly lose interest in the lad who had the, by and far, most blatantly obvious ability, and turned his attention back towards Jean, when she asked about Charlie. "A few other things. But, it's hard to focus with how bright it is." That seems like an odd comment. The room probably wasn't all that bright, but for Erik, it was still unsettling. Really, he only was truly calm in pitch black. Hell, one may note he still has his sun glasses on. They would be on pretty much all the time, day or night.<br/><br/>Oh, hey, there's Charlie again, trailing after Jean's shadow. Except this time, the shadow didn't even look like it was being cast by a human, but rather, looked like a cat. That was new, he noted to himself. But, he could think about that later on, when he was in his comfortably pitch black room. For now, his attention drifted towards Mantis. "So, you're a martial artist? Are you a Buddhist, too? Because you remind me of this one monk I met, once, a  while back."