Date Posted:22:27:49 06/12/02 Wed Author: Trent Subject: fool in the cafeteria
-finally finding a period he could enjoy, he slid into the cafeteria. He went all but unnoticed in his normal black fishnet undershirt with a Cradle of Filth t-shirt over it, and his normal black baggy pants over black Doc Martains. His black hair was unkempt, or so it seemed, as it fell flat. A single spiked dog collar adorned his neck. In all honesty, he would have been hot if it wouldn't have been for the black thing. Reaching up to scratch his bottom peirced lip, he ordered food from a random place before grinning as he noticed the "prep table". Mischeviously, he walked over to the momentarily empty spot, sat in it, and propped his feet up on the table as he ate-
