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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] main hall
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] observing: hana, jackson, mathius
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although he typically didn't pay any mind to other people, much less those from other teams, fox's eyes swept around the room with a certain hostility one might only find in a royal blue - perhaps a red member, but not in the same way hostility was displayed in fox bellamia. he seemed capable of enormous leverage, cruel and unwavering, always wearing a conscientious expression yet imperceptible to those around him. even he was quite aware that he looked trapped in a dream most of a time, and sure it was half true. at present, though, he stared around the room like he owned it, daring anyone to enter and disrupt the mood, daring anyone to act out in a fit of attention-seeking vanity. this wasn't how he typically behaved. usually it scared people from doing much of anything useful around camp, so of course, fox chose to appear as neutral as possible when things needed to be done. he was far too expressive for his own good.

in a black-haired flash someone erupted through the doorway in a manner different from the lazy walks of all the other clerks. impatiently, fox stared at her, watching someone he recognised from years prior come through. hana, something or another, but he didn't care about her enough to remember her full name, nor was pink team enough of a threat to him that he should take comprehensive mental notes about her. nevertheless, her entrance was grand as if she was of the utmost importance. [i]please, no flash photography, boys and girls.[/i]  even from his great distance - fox was sat towards the front of the room, closest to where the main stage was presumed to be - he heard the lighthearted demand, and he gave a charming little laugh. he shot a contemptuous look her way, knowing the length between them would be enough to kill any harshness that read in his countenance, but still bothering enough to look hateful. it was devoid of meaning, although any onlookers might see it as a threat, which was no surprise if it came from fox. 

yet another poppy entrance was that of [i]jackson.[/i]  or, as fox had recently learned and had a grand ol' time laughing about, 'torvald.' it reminded him of that misogynistic shithead from 'a doll's house,' the play by henrik ibsen, and now he subconsciously associated this obnoxious kid with the similarly obnoxious (if more fictitious) wifebeater. conservatively, as if he had to make up for the ridiculous show jackson was putting on, fox folded his hands in his lap and raised an eyebrow at the skateboarder, seemingly undisturbed by the amount of yelling echoing from such a skinny little blond. it appeared that perhaps jackson might not be able to hear his own unbelievable volume, considering one could faintly see that he was listening to an ipod (if you were quick enough to see him as he glided past), but that still didn't warrant any forgiveness for what fox quickly deemed 'dumbassery.' even still, he didn't bother calling out the kid. it's not like he could actually do much with their separate teams. fox did take note of a certain mathius watching jackson with just as much distaste in his gaze and thanked the heavens - maybe he'd be the one to knock some sense into the kid eventually.
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] main hall
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] [@lovely complex] nessa & ash; observing: madison, ariel. 
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just as he had on the bus that took him here, oliver scoped out the room curiously, taking in the sweeping crowd that grew ever larger by the second. if the attendees wore different attire, this place might have reminded him of the jazz age; almost everything was reminiscent of the high-class scene, with young woman walking in jaunty little steps and young men trying not to make a fool of themselves. music was playing, not in the room in its entirety but blasting from various headphones worn around different necks, and oliver followed each passing song with wide blue eyes. no one seemed to share exactly the same taste, it seemed - one boy was bobbing his head to hip-hop, another girl who traipsed on by had one loose earbud that released the voice of some unknown indie artist. it felt almost inappropriate to not be making noise himself. to relinquish the twinge of guilt that arose, oliver bowed his head, turning his attention to the twiddling thumbs in his lap.

minding his own business was not a feat long accomplished. oli looked up again, but only with his chin slightly raised, to watch the double doors. a girl with flowing dark hair came through, seemingly captured by her own thoughts, but he couldn't be completely sure of her emotions. her face was half-obscured by ray-ban sunglasses with a gold rim which, oliver decided, he could not pull off himself. he wondered for a fleeting moment if she was on his team, but quickly decided not. grey team was supposedly full of people like him, and this girl looked the complete opposite of an [i]oliver[/i]. reminding himself to withhold his judgments again, oli turned his inquisitive gaze to the next individual that caught his eye. coincidentally, someone quite literally flew through the doorway, features at first enthusiastic before fading into something more shy. his thoughts went again to the question of her team, and by the looks of her clothing she could easily have been bunched with the black team but, oh, wait, that didn't exist.

watching as the girl meandered over, her face now faintly glowing with rosacea, oliver felt it necessary to move out of her way despite already being seated. the absent greeting she gave to those who surrounded her earned a small nod from oli, but she was already attending to the phone in her hand and her body language read something along the lines of  '[i]not here to chat.[/i]'  not like he had the guts to, anyway. oli wished he had a phone to distract him as well, but alas, as much money as his mother made, he had no use for a personal cell. in fact, he'd received a pager once he turned fourteen, which was embarrassing in itself. thank god that was towed away in his messenger bag. the impulse to check it every five minutes in case mother had sent him some emergency message (or, once in a blue moon, even his father) had crumbled after about seven months with the damn thing. he'd used it once in his lifetime, and it was because mother wanted him to pick up more tinned tomatoes. that was about as significant as things got in his life.

in all his inspection of this place, oliver had skimmed over a certain honey-haired girl toying with a flower. had he paid a little more attention he might've guessed she was the one who left the comforting message outside, with a cutely cartoonish bumblebee and a sweet bienvenue of her own, but he didn't. had he paid a little more attention he might have taken note of the fact that she was one of the rare few who did not choose any of the seats despite such a wide selection and, instead, sat happily on the floor. he didn't even pay enough attention to catch sight of her before she appeared directly in front of him, stooping to his level and revealing a very interrogative gaze. oli leaned back slightly in surprise and paused to take her in: her hair was reminiscent of actual sunlight, or less descriptive, a dirty blonde like his own. her eyes were dark and surrounded by rings telltale of sleeplessness. her cheeks were faintly rosy and her features, altogether, reminded him a bit of a bunny, what with the little nose and two front teeth and raised eyebrows. in spite of his shock, oli's lips turned up slightly, quite pleased by her presence.

[i]hi! i have something for you.[/i]  the smile faded slightly, and oliver briefly perceived this as some sort of a trick. he suddenly didn't trust this girl. maybe she was part of that fabled [i]black team[/i]. hell, she was wearing nearly all black, wasn't she? but then her hand rose to reveal a dandelion, and oli's skeletal fingers rose hesitantly, like she would snatch the flower away if he was too excited. he took it gently, stared at the wispy florets at the top, and then back up at this strange girl. [i]make a wish, but don't tell anyone! maybe it'll come true.[/i]  oli widened his eyes, taking her very seriously. he was holding the flower very still, afraid the dandelion clocks would float away freely if he wasn't careful enough, and in fact wasn't sure at all what to wish for. [i]liberty is a fun place to be at. i'm sure you'll fit in just fine.[/i]  as she departed and her hand rose to wave goodbye, oliver quickly returned the silent farewell, pinching the stem in one hand while his free one floated and waved rapidly. what a curious girl! he stared at her back and decided to trust her. [i]fit in[/i].  what an odd idea. it's not like he fit in very easily anywhere else, but then again, no elfin girl had ever entrusted him with a dandelion within ten minutes of his arrival before, either.

[i]want to sit with us?[/i]  oliver was immediately on his guard again, staring at the source of the question as if she'd just shoved him. he half expected the blonde to be back, but this was another girl with darker hair and no oversized blue-button up (which he'd apparently now assigned as a trademark to the faerie from before). no; this one wore much darker clothing, with a leather jacket adorned with zippers and jet black skinny jeans and boots that were both dull and shining. he couldn't judge her easily by the outfit alone, oddly enough. the juxtaposition of her welcoming inquiry and her not-so-welcoming appearance made his intuition do a double take. the 'us' in question, apparently, was the similarly black-clad girl from before, still taken in by her device. he remembered again the nervous look that one had given the room before taking her seat and decided these two girls weren't so bad. [i]the name's aisling, by the way. you can call me ash.[/i]  how very cliché, he thought, but didn't voice it. suppose mousey little boys like him are stereotypically called oliver, too. [i]mind me asking, are you in grey?[/i]  with that, out came her hand.

oliver looked at it like it was an intruder, and then slowly unfolded his legs from where they were crossed in front of him. delicately, like he would break ash, oli took her hand and rose to his full height, finding that he was - praise god - a measly two inches taller. his opposite hand, still clutching the dandelion for dear life, was held chest-level near his heart. [color=8493ca][b]"i am,"[/b][/color] he responded reluctantly, his voice hoarse from not speaking for hours on end. realising he was still hung on to ash's hand, oliver quickly detached himself, returning both hands to the dandelion. he began to move them towards the girl in black who ash had motioned towards, then looked back down at his newfound company. [color=8493ca][b]"i'm oliver. oliver cash. i... i don't know what to wish for."[/b][/color] the cryptic statement wasn't directed at ash, but down at the dandelion in his hands, his face suddenly very earnest. oli was so focused on the thing that he took no notice of another male dropping into a seat with them, presumably some other grey who he had yet to meet.
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