<div class="floatleft">(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnj027tIva1qc14ee.jpg)</div>Chase Brannigan arrived at school not long before it was about to begin, like most other vehicles in the parking lot his car was a beat up old thing. A car that had seen plenty of use, but at least its current owner showed it attention and care. It was a beat up old thing but it was his beat up old thing. As was always the case, Chase didn't make obvious signs of affection, but took care of it silently. He was adorned in a simple red and black checkered shirt over a simple white tee, his jeans were not unlike his car in that they showed evidence of their age. Dusted old things but he felt more comfortable in them then in a new pair. It wasn't familiarity so much as it simple was his skin so used to the feel of the material. Still, he wouldn't say no to a new pair of jeans. Always nice to have. His brown boots carried him across the parking lot, one hand tossing his bag over his shoulder so that it would hang comfortably. It was a fine day, as it generally was. The warmth of the sun rested on his face like an old friend greeting him before he would be forced inside for far too long. But what could you do? A boy needed his schoolin' as they said.<br/><br/>With confident steps he made his way inside, a quick glance at his watch to be sure he still had time, which sure enough he did. He knew just about everyone, although few were close enough to be considered his "friends," he was always of the preference of a small social circle. He gave a nod to various people as he passed them, acquaintances more then friends. One person he had a particular fondness for was Chloe Sullivan, she was a genuinely good person. She didn't have the hang-ups or the negative traits, she was happy for people when something good happened to them. There was a lot to like, and although he didn't understand some of her quirky little bits, he only added to her charm.<br/><br/>With a quick wrap of his knuckles against the door Chase gave Chloe the heads up he was coming in. Not that he expected something crazy like he'd walk in on her changing her panties or anything, but it was just a courtesy to knock when entering someones home, and in a little way The Torch was<em>a</em>home for Chloe. [colour=red]"Morning pretty thing."[/colour] he announced as he stepped in, his eyes glancing around the room.