[center][h1][color=6ecff6]Disc O. Baylor[/color][/h1][/center]

"[color=6ecff6]Oh, yeyeYEAH![/color]" Disc exclaimed at someone (Drew) who called his name. "[color=6ecff6]Good guy, good guy! Put off the steam~, and pull out your stress! Let's work it! Come on, come on![/color]"

With that said, Disc actually moved a little less without affecting his own performance too much. If someone was going to dance along with him, he decided to keep his own pace at a respectable level for others to join. Grinning at the fair amount of people at the dance floor, Disc began to change his moves step-by-step, allowing others to join in.

[i][color=6ecff6]Five, six, seven, eight, work it~. Ooh, yeah let's WORK it~. Uns Oh, like that, Uns- like that! Keep going, Baylor! Your time to get these people's feet moving has not ended yet! Let's spread the happy virus! The disco virus![/color][/i]

Disc continued to party on.

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[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Deathedge[/color][/h1][/center]

The white-haired man closed his eyes.

"[color=ed1c24]Hmph,[/color]" Deathedge muttered as he watched the disco-lover from the corner he stood by. "[color=ed1c24]Guess he's actually sweetening up the party. A pleasant surprise, coming from [b][i]him[/i][/b].[/color]"

Deathedge yawned before finishing his water, putting the cup on some random table before yet another person came up... though, this time, it seemed that the person (Iyo) had direct intentions to talk to him.

[i][color=ed1c24]Good god, this school really is the gathering of prettiness,[/color][/i] Deathedge thought to himself. [i][color=ed1c24]It's as if I'm the only one who looks like something other than [b]pretty[/b].[/color][/i]

Whether he was jealous or not, he himself did not know. But he still did need to respond.

"[color=ed1c24]...It's personal,[/color]" Deathedge grumbled as he cracked his neck to stretch one of his sore limbs.

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[center][h1][color=f7941d]Sa[/color][color=fff79a]ya[/color][/h1][/center]

A dark-haired girl waddled her way down the hallways.

She felt like leaving her dormitory because her curiosity prevailed over her emotions. After all, no one was at the dorm, so she found it unnecessary to roll around the place while nibbling on chips. A bag of chips snugly fit in her arms, the girl walked around the school blindly, looking out the windows once in a while.

She was a little short, so sometimes, she had to jump to see everything below the building, only to fall to her side and pick herself up. The girl repeated this silently every once in a while during her innocent journey.

Saya soon found herself staring at a [color=ed1c24]woman with a cigarette[/color]. Fortunately, she did not know what a cigarette did. Interested in the strange smoke softly puffing out of the woman's lips, the girl pretended to be a train conductor in her head as she slowly found her way out of the building.

It was not long before Saya left the building to meet the person with the cigarette. Her eyes lingered on the cigarette, as if it were a strange creature of its own. She also seemed interested in the person with her... and the person with the cigarette.

She seemed interested in a total of three things at once, despite the fact that her initial interest came from the cigarette one of the people carried. A little timid at the sight of smoke, the girl softly held her doll and bag of chips tighter. The bag was still full of chips. Putting a fair distance from her and the two people (Evelyn and Lisa), the dark-haired girl simply watched them, her expression unchanging.

[hider=...]Somewhere on the roof of the school, Duatos and Ilvya felt a strange feeling briefly enter them. They decided not to mind it too much attention, as they were busy talking about headphones.[/hider]