<div class="floatleft">(https://drive.google.com/uc?export=download&amp;id=1cMpujgLXqgQCAWeMbypLyfmtI_NNor3c)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Barry Allen (http://)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Unknown<br/><strong>Location:</strong> White room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> No mentions, open. <br/><strong>Note:</strong> Barry is embarassing. </span><br/><hr/><br/>Barry took the elevator as instructed. He wore an anime t-shirt with a bright pink-haired character winking on it. Over, he wore a jean jacket with several Jay Garrick patches sewn in. His jeans, while somewhat new looking, still had three patches sewn on from rips and tears he'd made while clumsily working. He didn't register the shame this would induce once he heard the elevator beep upon arrival to the white room. He looked up, looked down, then pulled at the base of his jacket as if questioning how it got there.<br/><br/>His hands flew up. It resembled the pose someone being investigated makes when asked to keep their hands out of their pockets. "I can see I'm late. I get that. I'm always late." He extended a hand. "...Not that I'm late on purpose. See, there's no alarm..." His need to explain himself dwindled, and he decided to take a seat.<br/><br/>He pointed to himself. "Barry." He proceeded to raise a single hand as if he was waving, then burried his face in his hands. "I'll catch up later."