Post by Zel Connolly on Apr 11, 2009 14:52:18 GMT
Zel blended into the college scene, though it had been a few years since he was a part of it. His slouchy black beater and dark, messy hair over jean shorts made him look like the hundreds of other guys running around the campus on the gorgeous day, and nobody seemed to notice as he occasionally paused, pulled a small but incredibly efficient digital camera from his pocket, and snapped photos of the scene. He had a tentative agreement with the school, courtesy of his parent's connections, to update their promotional materials for the next recruitment year. Nothing encouraged students to go to school like a look at the luxurious, fun life of students who didn't go to class.
Zel spotted a fine specimen of such students tossing a frisbee, then noted that they were a rare breed. On a nearby blanket, their backpacks were tossed down, books and papers scattered about - clearly, a study party taking a break. He smiled and found a bench with a good view to wait for when the studying would inevitably commence - the contrast of work and play with the same people would attract parents. He was lining up a shot, and didn't glance up as someone approached.
Zel spotted a fine specimen of such students tossing a frisbee, then noted that they were a rare breed. On a nearby blanket, their backpacks were tossed down, books and papers scattered about - clearly, a study party taking a break. He smiled and found a bench with a good view to wait for when the studying would inevitably commence - the contrast of work and play with the same people would attract parents. He was lining up a shot, and didn't glance up as someone approached.
