<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>Cody Galle's Dorm Room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>April 8th, 6:00 PM<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black slacks,<del>V-neck blue shirt</del>into long sleeve graphic tee (https://www.threadless.com/designs/of-the-sea#fundit)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Noah/Moon; Open to Team Moon<br/><hr/><br/>Cody's side of the room was mostly barren. There weren't any posters on the walls or ornaments of any kind along his desk; unless one counts a stack of books, thick hard cover texts and slim journals, on his desk. The other side of his room had the typical college posters, including one of a scantily clad lady and one addressing that it is always time to get drunk. His bed was unmade, but given that there was a laptop, powered on, resting on the bed, it's probably where Cody was sitting before Noah's visit. He idly pushed hangers across his closet, peeking over his shoulder as Noah mentioned the idea of tactics, "Well, I can see the merit there... Have you read Machiavelli's 'The Prince?' My Dad had me read it to prepare me for 'the treacherous world of bureaucracy and politics' when I was ten." Cody included actual air quotes and seemed to find the whole experience laughable, "It's actually a really short book for something that's supposed to tell you how to conquer and lead nations..."<br/><br/>Cody chuckled at the two options given to him about the test in mind, "Pre-Med. Though I'd hope to say a little of each." He nodded at Noah's major, smiling, "I'll be taking a basic Physics course next semester to prepare me for kinesiology -- maybe you could help me out with that?" Cody seemed to at least expect the pair would be cordial that far in the future, and was making some effort for the two to have common ground. He didn't seem shy about reaching down and pulling his t-shirt up and over his head. The motion of his arms raising up making his back arch, the muscles in his chest and stomach tense up. His trim frame showed the soft lines of the taut muscles in his torso. He twisted his upper body to toss the shirt into a nearby empty hamper, before turning back to the closet. Another long sleeve t-shirt with a tighter collar was pulled from the closet and pulled down over his body.<br/><br/>He turned back to Noah, before giving himself one more look, and back at his guest, "Are we meeting the others there, or are we getting them too?"<br/><br/>