<div class="floatleft">(http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s17/Dadroid/Jake%20Woodson.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jacob "Jake" Woodson<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>The Gray Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, 8:00AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rolling past the Fountain on the way to class<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Freaked out rangers<strong>Mention:</strong>Isabella<br/><br/>The net traffic was burning holes through fiber line all over campus, and cell coverage wasn’t any better. That wasn’t something that happened every day, or once a month even. Just because the school complained about all the porn being downloaded by students, didn’t mean they couldn’t take the load…so to speak, but this news was starting to catch on. Weird theories, trumped up footage, and interviews with true believers was turning the event into a circus, and the net only made it worse, as it was known to do at times. Jake had very little trouble navigating the flow of traffic, and even saved some poor guy from almost taking a nasty spill off his board while he tried to show off in front of his girl.<br/><br/>He’d barely taken his eyes off the phone to do it. It was like the sun was shining only for him today! When he got closer to the fountain, he noticed the girl who came by the shop here and there. Knew her shit, got well thought out parts, but she seemed a little…he didn’t know. Like she only had time for so much, and idle chit chat was one of the things she’d sworn off. He’d seen her down at a few racing spots, but they ran with different crews. Hell, he wasn’t even sure he should say hi to her now, but he figured it would be hyper-rude if he just passed her by like that, but then he caught sight of Isabella and blew out a long exhale. What was with him and his taste in women? Maybe he just liked them the same way he liked his cars…sleek and full of power.<br/><br/><em>’Course, I’d ditch cops, run reds, and piss a line of people off just to deliver a pizza to a girl like that…well, and rob a pizza guy. Be shitty to go through all that trouble and not have dinner to show for it.</em>He thought with a smirk as he gave her the time-honored side-ways look. That ‘I’m not checking you out, but I’m checking you out’ look. Then he finally saw Vivi and gave her the two-finger salute<strong>”Haven’t seen you by the shop in a while. Look me up next time you’re around!”</strong>He left it open, noncommittal. He didn’t want to just bombard her or anything…he just wanted to let her know she was recognized and set up a line of communication for some time in the future. Easy, right? It would have been, if he’d noticed her and two other people looking at each other like someone got shot and they don’t know where to hide the body. Suddenly, he felt like he was intruding.<br/><br/><strong>”Uhhhhhh…yeah…sup…I’mma head out now, so you can all get back to whatever this was before I got here”</strong><em>Cuz I definitely don’t want to spend my morning working out some love triangle…’</em>he thought with a ‘keep it away from me’ look on his face. He gave them an apologetic wave and continued towards his next class. He was lucky that this was his elective day, because he was still feeling weird about this morning, and he just might be able to dig up a little more info on this even. Something that hasn’t been said a million times already, maybe…who knows!?<br/>