[u]Sam[/u] 

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Sam Clarke was not one for rules. He mostly dozed off during President Dellamorte's speech, and spent his time looking around at his new comrades and taking mental notes of any hot girls or tough-looking dudes that he should make friends with. He saw several interesting people in the room: a one-eyed Hispanic-looking girl, a large, tank-like kid wearing a denim jacket, a cute pale brunette with short hair, a girl with bright pink hair, another rather attractive girl wearing by far the baggiest hoodie he'd ever seen- this was quite the cast. He spent the rest of the meeting staring at the brunette, who looked more attractive to him the more he looked at her, and finally bolted out of his seat as soon as the assembly was over. 

He made a beeline to the doors, and walked outside once more into the island's oppressive humidity. It really ticked him off that the recruiters hadn't told him that they were taking him to Jurassic Park. He unzipped his jacket, revealing a white Bad Company concert tee. He began to walk around the campus, scanning around for that cute brunette and some of the tougher-looking customers that he saw in the meeting; he saw a few of them, but it wasn't Sam's style to initiate the interaction. He would get them to come to him. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, as well as the metal lighter, and, gripping them in his left hand, whipped off his jacket and threw it across his right shoulder to prevent himself from dying of heat stroke. He rather clumsily lit the cigarette and, sticking it in the corner of his mouth, returned the lighter into a pocket of his faded jeans. He blew a puff of smoke into the air and took a moment to look around at where he was; this place was hot as Hell, but it sure was pretty. For a boy accustomed to scenic views of rusted-out trashcans and vacant lots filled with roadside litter, this was paradise.