<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 and Jean specifically, open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Things were a bit of a clusterfuck at the moment. Well, that's what Erik would say. This vaguely reminded him of soup kitchens, where there was a flurry of chattering and activity. At least, it seemed like a flurry to him, if only because he spent so much time on his own, or in groups of 2 or 3.  Safety in numbers on the street, after all.<br/><br/>It was only after Arthur had left that he realized that the other kid might have been speaking to him; something about swords, he thought. See, the problem with trying to pay attention to everything, is that some times, you ended up missing a lot. He was about to get up and go after him, but then he heard Jean speaking, and, well, focused on her. "I think we all are." He said, in response to the nervous thing. This would be in response to her questioning of him. He sure as hell was, even if he felt like he was having emotional hot and cold flashes. Calm seemed to creep its way in, but calm and him were not well acquainted.<br/><br/>Erik watched Ri's approach, how he seemed to sneak about in a shifty and shady way. It made the shadow-manipulator roll his eyes, and keep a close, mistrusting eye on him.  He moved like a thief, so Erik just went off on the assumption that he probably was one.  Probably, that was not the best way to handle things, just making assumptions, but at this point, it was an ingrained behavior for him. It was something he'd have to work on, with help, to break.<br/><br/>His attention was half-diverted from the shifty looking fellow, and focused again on Arthur when he heard the other lad speaking. "Look behind you." If he, or anyone else looked, they would see that Arthur's shadow was moving independently of its owner. So was Erik's. The two shadows walked up to each other, and seemed to shake hands. "Huh. Guess Charlie likes you, kid." he'd say with a laugh towards Arthur, hoping that came out as funny and joking as he intended it to be.