-Charles Levingson-
As he looked around the auditorium, he was approached by a young woman who sounded Irish. She asked the guy if it hurt, checking to see if he was ok. As she did this, Charles quickly regained his composure, and spoke to her. "Not really, I was just caught off guard, y'know," he said, smiling. "She really didn't hit that hard, but thanks for your concern," he said, still showing off a friendly face. "I honestly didn't expect her to hit me, because all in all, I was just trying to compliment her... I wonder if I said anything wrong to tick her off." As he continued formulating lies, he decided to check out the girl who asked if he needed her help.

She had auburn hair with hazel looking eyes. To him she looked sweeter than a nectarine, which was one of his favorite fruits. "By the way, my name is Charles, pleased to meet you Ashling," he said, still smiling sweetly at her. "At least someone is nice enough to see if another person is ok, rather than insulting them, or laughing at them. "Guess its because of your nice looks," he said, still keeping his masquerade going.

-Samuel Gray-
"Eh, ok then," Sam said, shrugging. He kept the door open for a little bit before taking his leave also. He was mainly interested in the girl of the cloth. She looked familiar to him, as if he had seen her somewhere before. Without even thinking about it, he pursued the blonde haired girl who was going towards the pink haired chick. "(I feel like I've seen that nunish looking girl before, like we've met somewhere... Then again, its maybe my own delusions,)" Sam thought to himself as he went after the two. "Hey, wait up," he shouted to the two ladies heading to the auditorium.