<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>Open, Roman<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Shadow would follow along behind the other students, seeming to trail them in an almost listless manner.  He paid close attention to what roman had to say, though mostly he was eager to just get back to his room, where he could relax in the darkness that, for good or ill, was a part of him. Soon, soon he'd be able to take off his glasses, and he'd be able to feel the pressure--like someone squishing his eyes, as if they were grapes-- release itself.<br/><br/>But, first, he had to take advantage of questioning time. "Do we ever get to leave the facility? Like, vacation time? Also, who do I speak to to get my knife back? It was confiscated... I know, for good reasons, but I'd prefer to have it back. It's sentimental."