<div align="center"><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/cjcZ6tp.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Morgan Cohen</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">The Gamer Nerd</span></div><br/>Morgan looked up at the new boy who'd just sat down at their table. He seemed young, must be a freshman, she thought. His youth made her a bit more conscious of the time she'd taken off between high school and university, she'd had a good time globetrotting, but it had left her a decidedly old sophomore at 22. Even the friends she'd remembered from high school (her heart still skipped a beat when she thought of Allison) were frighteningly ahead of her in school now. Still, this new one looked nice enough, if shy.<br/><br/>"Freshman?" she asked, shifting over a chair to be across the table from him. "I don't think I've seen you around before. I'm Morgan, sophomore, comp-sci. You?" Her words came quickly, as they always did. Even though she spoke rapidly, it never seemed like she was rushing, more that she naturally was simply thinking faster than she could speak. "You're gonna like it here, I promise."<br/><br/>Morgan noticed another new face at the next table, one who looked oddly familiar to her, although she couldn't place him exactly. "Well, as long as we're being friendly," she raised her voice, "Hey new kid! Over here, we're making friends." As he turned in response to her call she got a whiff of him. "And you should tell me your hookup, smells like you got the good shit." She gave him a warm (if slightly awkward) smile, and beckoned him over.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/><br/><strong>Location::.</strong> Dining hall || <strong>Talking To::.</strong> Peter, Darrius || <strong>Feeling::.</strong> Friendly || <strong>Wearing::.</strong> T-shirt and shorts<br/></span></div>