<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Disney/Nessa_zpso66pu8bg.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Vanessa "Nessa" Octavius<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Under the Bleachers --&gt; Top side<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Beginning of 5th Period<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mal | Open<br/><strong>Musical Inspiration:</strong> -- --<br/></span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Funnily enough, Vanessa was not a student given to your typical bad behaviors. Despite whatever impressions others might have had of her, if was far easier to handle her business when the authority figure types weren't steadily breathing down your neck waiting for you to step foot out of line. Granted, that didn't mean she played perfect angel either--that sort of thing was entirely too taxing, and let's face it, only an absolute idiot would believe her to be without a single fault. <br/><br/>No no, balance was required. In all things. And anyone who knew Nessa eventually came to understand this, one way or another.<br/><br/>"Ay..." Her fingers closed around the the hand that had started to slide from hers and dark eyes rolled upward to the face of the sweet but clueless lug who, quite frankly towered over her petite form. A glance would give one the assumption about the dynamics of their particular interaction but a closer look, even without venturing closer, would easily tell the truth of who t was who held the power just then. The way he flinched and seemed to hunch slightly, his lips curving in an echo of hers as she smiled up at him and batted her eyelashes. "Don't forget, yeah?"<br/><br/>"I won't. I promise." He answered with a shake of his head.<br/><br/>"Good." She gave his hand and the small bottle he held a brief squeeze before withdrawing her touch. Saying nothing more she let him go and turned to collect her things, leaving him to scurry off, presumably to class or that girlfriend of his. Hefting her backpack, reminded her that it was stuffed full of books that she still needed to return to the library. Still she slung it over one shoulder before squatting down to retrieve her binder and the old leather bound book atop it, dusting it off gently. Usually she spent her lunch beneath the bleachers since it offered a quiet spot away from the busy bodies while still leaving her accessible to those inclined to seek her out. She'd spent most of the period reading but then nuts for brains had showed up and she'd had to set her book aside. Ah well, she'd get back to it soon enough. She was sure it had the answers she needed. For now though--<br/><br/>Nessa had been thinking of leaving the bleachers but something made her take notice of a set of footsteps up above. And not just any footsteps either.<br/><br/>Not at all immune to curiosity, the teen straightened and paced the steps above so that she exited and curled around the railing to cut off the exit, her purple and black bowling shoe settling on the first step though she made no move to climb.<br/><br/>"You're already late you know..." She said with a slight laugh as she pointed out the obvious by way of greeting. "What's the hurry now, Mal?" </span>