[h1][center][color=004b80]Tariq [/color][/center][/h1]
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Tariq sat there in the timber chair cushioned with cotton wool and crimson material. He tapped the pencil onto the wooden work surface... [i]tap... tap... tap...[/i] it kept growing into more frequent, rapid, louder as he at that point stood up the chair nearly jerking the furniture back wards and slamming his palms on the desk. He sniggered a little with frustration. Raising his left hand to his brow, he pressed his index along with middle finger to the centre of his forehead. Rubbing it hard and forming a slightly irritated red spot. [color=004b80]"All....night. I swear..."[/color] deeply. [color=004b80]"Just..."[/color] couldn't talk he got himself so wined up. 

The lights turned on causing Tariq to look to his left then his right.Nodding his head, he set down the pencil he was tapping. Stood up straight and made himself look reasonably decent for he still had the clothes he was wearing the night before. He sighed and grabbed onto the white under shirt and looked at it as he then headed out of his room. He didn't care at the moment he was to busy and annoyed about thinking of the thing he stayed up half of the night for he couldn't dare think of how he was dressed or what he was wearing.His hair being a slight mess as you could tell it was only done by fingers....fingers combing the locks to make it look decent. 

Walking down the stairs. Tariq was shaking a little mainly his hands. Wasn't nervous at all. Just shaking. He looked at his hands and when he focused he could calm them down and even stop the shaking. He met up with the others. Stuffing his right hand right into the green forest dress pants he was wearing. A light coloured brown belt that looks worn down and cracked with the white dress shirt tucked in neatly.All the buttons except the top two of the dress shirt were buttoned. He played with his shirt collar a bit with his left hand as he looked around at the others. Plastered on his face was a sleepless night. Tariq groaned while combing his fingers through his hair now [color=004b80]"Goodmorning, everyone."[/color] acceptable tone of voice though his thick accent made him sound either serious or grumpy.