<div class="floatleft">(http://i941.photobucket.com/albums/ad252/NekoTheSecretNinja/618818_zpse050e858.jpg~original)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eden Elks<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Sailor Venus<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Street corner cafe -> The Great Burger<br/><strong>Time:</strong>April 7th , 7:45-ish pm<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White jacket with powder blue stripes, white jeans, pale orange tank-top , orange scout bracelet<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Mercury / Trent Attwater, Jupiter /Jacob Donarr , Neptune / Cody Galle<br/><hr/><br/>Eden tilted his head to the side, brows giving an almost sad expression as if not expecting that it was odd.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>" You mean you don't? "</em></span>he'd ask towards Trent in reference to the measuring in sandwich cookies, in which the blonde was still imagining he should probably measure some other time to make sure he got his stats down correctly. Regardless, it seemed most shocking that the brighter individual hadn't been doing it all along. Perhaps he was a thin-mint kind of guy? Or perhaps vanilla wafer? Those were in completely different measurement systems though, unfamiliar with how that system of measurement would be precisely in the cookie measurement system, the blonde was sure he'd be confused by such troubling mathematics. Ruffling his digits through his platinum frosty blonde locks before pouting his lips to the side seeming utterly confused. Unable to imagine what the other used for such measurements. Did people normally have actual rulers around? The scout dropped the subject, however smiling proudly with a tender hesitant short-lived laugh spreading his lips once his cookie method had been unknowingly introduced to the new entry's minds. It wasn't as though they'd understand given the conversation passed before them.<br/><br/>The cherubic faced teen lifted both brows once he listened closely to the story that Jacob had provided. Wonderfully enough, it was so vague on Venus' history he had nothing to really remember or try to uphold. His silence filled with the light slurping of his milkshake and lingering those frosted blue Bambi-hues about curiously among the conversation that was going on between all of them. Cocking his head to the side as his fingers reached towards his phone that he had rested on the table just briefly until Eden had been called back into the conversation. The topic of the previous fan-fiction brought up only left the boy with a short nod if it was from the story. Smiling fairly timidly as he held back<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">" I'll send it to you in a message. "</span></em>he'd add knowing that it may make the other two uncomfortable and now knowing where Trent stood with Jacob, embarrassing him in front of the other may not be the best idea - no matter how cute it was. Showing some sign of maturity in the oddest ways.<br/><br/>Once Cody chimed in, Eden's eyes lit up briefly. Having to think for a minute he'd reply rather simply.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em> " They are all fiction, or inspired by real events in some segments. Mostly all fiction though, some are well written even if... extremely graphic.  They're trying to do pairings, you know how tumblr is.. a mix of everything. Butts, bulges, literature , flower crowns, Lana Del Rey and smut. "</em></span>he'd state, summing up the site while actually flicking through trying to see if he could find any good pictures of other scouts from that other team, or perhaps a good shot of himself...<br/>