<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://img2-ak.lst.fm/i/u/770x0/170aebbb4227403d8c9778599a42051c.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>NAME: </strong> Elijah Montero<br/><strong>AGE:</strong> 21<br/><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Hallway, Gottwald Center of Sciences | 9/2/16 3:45PM<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antonie Jepson  <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;"><br/><br/>That... He didn't know how to handle that spiel. He blinked a few times, confusion furrowing his dark, bushy brow as he tried to decipher if there was any hidden meaning laced somewhere in that rundown. Nope. Just facts. Word vomit and facts. Guy looked like he was going to pass out.<br/><br/><strong>"Planetary orbits aside, I think your gravitational pull is a bit much... maybe just try chatting me up, next time. I don't bite... much."</strong><br/><br/>Cheeky, entirely charming grin on his lips as he rose, he held out a helping hand, back to the other occupants disappearing toward the opposite end of the hall. <br/><br/><strong>"Montero... you can call me.."</strong> Whatever the hell he wanted, as long as he was pantsless. <strong>"...Eli."</strong><br/><br/>That was the flaw with this entire institution. You put a bunch of randy twenty somethings in a building with one another and try to pray the gay away, and you just ended up getting orgies in the co-ed locker rooms. What? It was one time. Ok, twice. Three, if you count the time Jackson slipped on the soap and got a finger up the...<br/><br/><strong>"...got a name to go with that electric pull..?" </strong><br/><br/></span></span><br/>