<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>Storytime<br/><br/>Tim had still been looking over the large, hand painted canvas up on the wall.  Even he had to admit that it was sorta... magical. It was the loud thumping of someone who sounded like a giant, descending the stairs. The professor, no doubt. Tim would have to hold off on further exploring what the mansion had to offer. There was more, he was sure. Maybe their first break in class would offer him more if a chance to delve deeper.<br/><br/>As the professor reached the bottom of the steps, Tim was turning the corner to at least be in the same room as the rest. When he got to the threshold, he leaned against the wall listening  to the professors instructions. When he finished, like a student ready to get on with class, he stood up off the wall and headed into the living room with his hands in his jacket pockets. As he went by, he didn't even regard the practical three way that seemed to be getting started between Gregg, Gilda, and Hannah, and slipped into the adjoining room.<br/><br/>Tim went past the regular chairs and couches around the room. Instead he went to one of the rooms large windows where there was a window seat, fit for two, that he hopped up on, keeping his hands in his pockets as he looked around this new room. As neat and easily swipeable ad everything in this creepy old house wad, tge main thing that was on the young man's mind, was getting the hell out of here, and on with his night.