Just a few cut wires is all...

Well, silent he was not. Nor was he stealthy. Not to mention three quarters of the population probably figured he was gay. It wasn't a hard conclusion to come to though, no matter how untrue it was.

Especially when he was dancing down the halls singing show tunes at the top of his lungs in a very nice, rich voice. Not to mention the clean jeans, accompanied with a black t-shirt, and a rainbow colored scarf, as well as a fedora tipped slightly to shadow one of his chrystal blue eyes.

He entered the computer lab with a flamboyant ending, striking a pose and everything. He noticed a girl attacking a laptop, and twirled his fedora off of his head. "Morning, Afternoon or Evening to ya." he greeted with his heavy Brooklyn, a wide, charming, if not somewhat cocky grin on his face.

He twirled the fedora back onto his head, still grinning.

Freddie grinned right back at her. "I'd say I never look at a clock." was his cheerful, heavily accented reply. He made his way over to where she was and crouched down to get a better look, though it really wasn't that far to the ground for him.

"Computer issues?" he questioned with a charismatic raised eyebrow, cocky, charming grin still on his face.

Freddie watched her work with interest for a few seconds, then got distracted by a particularily shiny thing a few feet away. He got up and trotted over to it, picking it up and admiring it. It was a necklace with several different gemstones it it.

It didn't last for particularily long again, and he put the necklace down, returning to Reklas. "That's quite interesting." he observed, crouching down again. "Name's Freddie Ramirez." he introduced himself with another signature grin, extending a hand to her, though the way he did it suggested that he'd not be uncomfortable, nor insulted if she was too engaged in her work to take it.

Freddie shook her hand cheerfully, careful to watch his electricity around her hand. "I'll admit, I don't know much about wires, but I'm killer with electricity." he smirked, and then stood, glancing behind him. He let out a slow, low whistle. Half of the computers around had their screens going funny.

He chuckled. "Heh. Maybe I should go before you've really got computer issues, eh?" he questioned, still watching the mezmorizing flicker of messed up screens. That was what happened when you were basically walking static electricity. He whistled a show tune, and held out his hands, gathering his electricty to his hands. The screens returned to normal, and he stopped whistling as the electricity flicked around his hands.

Freddie grinned at her again, running his hands through his already sticking up hair. "Just don't touch my hair and you'll be fine." he responded charmingly, twirling the fedora he'd removed from his hair on one hand for a moment before replacing it over the statically charged hair. He always had a fraction of focus on the electricity he stored in his hair to keep it there.

He did a spin and a slide to the music that was in his head, and chuckled boyishly. "Sorry. I haven't got much of an attention span." he explained, though he wasn't particularily sorry. His attention span was about two seconds long. It constantly amazed his directors how he managed to pull off huge parts on stage.