<hr/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Atomic Density of Sealing Wax"</span></strong></span> </div><hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://metrouk2.files.wordpress.com/2014/02/rankin-hunger-magazine.png)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>NAME: </strong> Antonie Jepson<br/><strong>AGE:</strong> 21<br/><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Hallway, Gottwald Center of Sciences | 9/2/16 3:43PM<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Elijah Montero  <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Tonie shifted the books under his arm and hitched a hip, trying to keep them from falling to the floor. It didn’t help that he had a fourth book open in his other hand and was trying to read as he walked. It was propped tightly against his chest and managed to block out his view of most of the world. Tonie was used to this. It was a deflection he used often so he didn’t have to interact with the people around him. He just didn’t quite understand the whole social interaction thing everyone else seemed to take for granted. It was…frustrating.<br/><br/>Unlike the text he was currently reading. He’d been looking for this particular explanation of the thrust ratio needed to achieve lift off when generating rock fuel in the library for almost a week. The school didn’t exactly <em>condone</em> students mixing up a fuel that could blow out the entire science wing of the Gottwald. But then again, it wasn’t specifically written into the rules that he couldn’t either. And he’d looked. Besides, it was his independent study project. At some point in the future, an instructor would find out about his efforts. And hopefully it would result in the duly earned A it deserved. If he could just get the combustion point to stabilize...  <br/><br/>Tonie felt someone jostle him and glanced up, his face expressionless as the other boy continued past him. Tonie watched the boy’s head turn back, his eyes drop to his khaki pants and then return to his own in a wink. Tonie blinked once hard, unsure what he was meant to do with that. But by the time he’d thought to do <em>anything</em> the boy had turned back to watch where he was walking and resumed talking to the man walking next to him. The pair disappeared around the corner. Well….hrm.<br/><br/>Tonie tucked his head back in his book and continued reading. At least <em>this</em> he could understand.</span></span><br/>