<div class="floatleft">(http://atrevida.uol.com.br/upload/imagens_upload/jace_1.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Ken Tachibana<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Maple/OPEN<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Refectory<br/><strong>When:</strong>Breakfast<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As his picture<br/><hr/><br/>Ken wakes up an hour before dawn every morning. He liked to meditate then and give thanks in peace and solitude before most everyone else's day began. His birthday was in six days, his parents wanted to send him something and were politely asking for hints as to what he may need; the emails were becoming less and less vague. Grabbing his practice sword he quietly left William to sleep until his alarm woke him.<br/><br/>His mornings had a ritual. Wake. Meditate outside. Thank the Kami. Practice diligently. Shower/Cleanse/Meditate. It centered his day and allowed him to face topics like politics and business. After his shower he headed to the refectory for breakfast. It was early, he could get a table and no one would bother him.<br/><br/>He brought out one assignment and worked on it while he ate his omelette. Today there were red peppers, ham and mushrooms along with the cheese. There was quiet except for the noise from Maple's phone. It was her birthday; that much wasn't hard to gather. Her circle of friends and ever the Reverend who sat with her mentioned it. She was just one of those friendly people that managed to know everyone and everyone knew her.<br/><br/>Bob from his AP Calculus class tripped while trying to text one handed and then Ken's omelet was soaked in chocolate milk; so was his jacket. There was a moment of eye contact and then Bob bolted. This day was not starting off very well. Ken mops as much of the chocolate milk from his jacket then throws away his soggy breakfast.<br/><br/>He walks by Maple's table on his way to change his shirt figuring he'd be blamed for terrorizing Bob. "Happy birthday Maple." he says passing by her table. "Reverend." he nods to his instructor.