[center][b]Brooklyn Voyle[/b]
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Brooklyn could not do alot during the length of this.. Whacky, above all else, gathering. People were leaving, and shouting out ideas here and there. She scratched her head with a soft sigh, clearly confused, if not a bit irked. She did not know anyone there except Haas, and she'd rather spend her day tweaking her deck or practice on her assets rather than be in a group with all these bozos. Yet, she owed some favors to Haas; He's one of the only people that actually interacted with her, being a new girl in campus and all. 

Strutting up to her friend Haas, she tapped his shoulder with a sassy expression.[color=aba000] "Why don't we just leave this to the actual security, like they're saying? This is all getting a bit rowdy."[/color] She swiveled her hip and shifted her weight to her other ankle, a hand placed on her curvaceous waist while the other gripped the strap of her purse, arched over her shoulder. 

Brooklyn blew a lock of her bangs away from her forehead, continuing to scan the room. She tried to get a feel of who everyone was, and study their appearances. She herself looked a tad bothered. Her figure was obviously quite young at 16 years of age, though her body was lavishly curvaceous and classy, the latter most likely because of her ruffled uniform and perhaps wayy too short of a skirt. [/center]