<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g186/Cabalxxvi/My%20Role%20Play%20Pics/Labeled/JasonAldean2_zps4facf7ac.jpg) (http://s56.photobucket.com/user/Cabalxxvi/media/My%20Role%20Play%20Pics/Labeled/JasonAldean2_zps4facf7ac.jpg.html)<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Bo Dallis<br/><br/><br/>The Artist</span></div><br/>Bo had been outside, and seen all the commotion, and everyone heading into what he assumed was the dining hall. He left his bags in the back of the large black pickup, and headed to the dining hall. He walked through the double doors of the dining hall, and was tipping his hat, and head to the ladies, and shaking hands with guys that talked to him. He was rather popular with the students, maybe that had gotten a hold of a few demo's<br/><br/>He looked at the meals being served, and and moaned in disgust, "Hey y'all got anything other than pizza?" He asked. Bo was answered with a quick no, but there is a salad bar, and the grill over there, but they are closed down. the only thing you can get is fried food." This lunch lady stated. Bo walked to the salad bar, and took an apple, "This'll do just nicely." He turned, and headed to the more crowded area of the dining hall and spotted the groups.<br/><br/>"Man, I though High School was over, " He stated to himself. "The cliques are all here, just like normal." He chuckled to himself. That southern drawl rang out, and anyone that would listen to him would notice, it wasn't hard to miss. He spotted a few women at the tables, and he started to make his own assumptions in his head. With a white side smile he sat down at a table that had a just a couple people sitting there, and he spotted that caramel woman reading that book, "What'ya reading ma'm, " He asked?<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Location::. Dining Hall || Talking To::. Alana (the bookworm) || Feeling::. Intrigued  ||</span></div>