[b][u]:: Daniel Filson ::[/u][/b]

There were a few chuckles, a few rolled eyes and a few glares from the people around him as he performed his cartoonish display of enthusiasm. He merely responded with an easy chuckle himself, his eyes twinkling with amusement, an easy-going smile on his lips hinting he wasn't taking himself too seriously either. Not a bad set of reactions overall, as far as Daniel was concerned. He could definitely work with this crowd. So long as at least one person laughed, he considered his job done. The teacher's look was definitely in the "rolled eyes" category though, so he should probably keep it down a little bit for the moment. Another person volunteered herself, a cute, slightly preppy looking young woman with a dreamy look on her face, and they were both called forward. Joining his two flags in one hand and twirling them with a fluid gesture, he stood up straight and confidently strode to the front with a broad, earnest looking grin painted on his face.

As he walked by, he held his left arm up with a showy, falsely casual gesture, and pushed his flags tip first back into his sleeve in a way which was blatantly physically impossible. He gave a quick wink at the cute girl with the gas mask and her friends as the flags vanished into the opening, flashing her with his most charming and disarming smile. While she was a bit on the flat side and certainly no super-model, conventional good looks weren't always everything, and she had this sort of "girl-next-door" vibe going for her, and a pretty kickass looking costume. The whole "gas masked super-hero" thing was definitely working well for her, and she seemed to carry herself with a certain air of confidence which he always found appealing. He gave a courteous, playful nod at the other volunteer as he approached, and another, slightly more serious one to the rather tempestuous looking boy who joined them shortly afterwards. [I]That guy is packing some serious attitude...[/I]

"Would you two tell me your names?" the teacher asked them, giving them an appraising look.

"Daniel Filson, at your service." he responded with a grin, before pulling a magician's hat out of a pocket it couldn't possibly fit in. He performed a brief yet elaborate flourish with it and brought it to his chest, giving them all an exaggerated old fashioned bow.

"[i]Messieux...[/I]", he said to the teacher and Matt in horribly accented French, giving them an agreeable nod. "[I]Mademoiselle...[/I]", he turning to his female stage companion, mysteriously producing a single red plastic flower and offering it to her with a cocky grin.

"And as you've probably surmised by now..." he explained, nonchalantly sending a continuous stream of playing card from one sleeve to the other. "I have an inder-dimentional storage area which I can access at any time..."