<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/tumblr_my88mdnFGs1t757z3o1_1280_zpsc4bf1073.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cody Galle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=214848.msg10564839#msg10564839)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Sailor Neptune<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Shibuya, The Great Burger<br/><strong>Time:</strong>April 7th, 7:30-7:45ish<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans, Dark blue shawl-collar pull over sweater, messenger bag.<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Jacob/Jupiter, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Cody had stayed late on campus, sitting in on a lecture for one of the more advanced biology courses. He wasn't getting credit for the class, but what he could pick up from the lessons helped his general understanding and prepared him for future courses. His attempt to stay late meant he missed out on anything except the dregs from the dining commons. The bus that took him across towards his dorms passed by the restaurant, and he decided to drop off to get something to eat. The spring weather was chill enough that Cody's athletic form was swimming in a blue sweater with a thick collar.<br/><br/>He got off the bus and pushed the door open with the back of his shoulders, taking a little pivot on one foot to turn his body back into the restaurant. A tablet was in front of him, and had 90% of his attention. He looked up once he stepped into the restaurant to get an idea once he confirmed that he was to be seated instead of taking a seat on his own. His eyes turned back down to the tablet, one finger sliding across to flip through pages of a digital copy of one of his text books. He apparently didn't look up enough, as in his efforts to move towards the podium to wait for a hostess, he bumped directly into the back of a larger man.<br/><br/>The misstep might have been easy to overlook, as if Cody's messenger bag didn't drop off his shoulder in his motion to make sure he didn't drop his tablet. The tablet was saved but the heavy weight of the books in the bag hit the ground. Cody worked quickly to get the bag over his shoulder, looking sheepish about the entire thing. He offered a nervous smile up to the other man who turned around looking as if that bump was intentionally or part of some greater attack. Cody was working quickly to offer a sincere apology; willing to admit that the collision happened due to his own distraction. The other man was less than happy with verbal penance, and the stranger getting aggressive and into Cody's face was sudden enough to be disarming. Cody's hands came up in a defensive posture, the ridiculous situation making him laugh nervously, which only pissed the guy off more...