[center][h1][color=f26522]Sa[/color][color=fff79a]ya[/color][/h1][/center]

"[color=f26522]...[/color]"

Saya flinched when she noticed she had been seen. Looking around, the girl, with her blank expression, held her doll even closer to herself. Her lack of strength prevented the destruction of the fragile potato chips within the bag she held.

The person next to the [color=ed1c24]cigarette person[/color] (lol) seemed to vanish, for Saya was unable to find her.

Was Saya lost? She felt lost even though she was not lost.

So, Saya continued to stare at the cigarette person. She slowly- very slowly, to be precise- walked up to the person, staring at the cigarette and then at the person. Her back was now slightly hunched over due to her hugging the white doll tightly.

Her blank look never faded as she simply watched the woman. The distance between her and the woman had become slightly shorter, though she still felt timid in approaching people without Sister and Papa.

[hider=...]Meanwhile, "[color=fff79a]Sister[/color]" and "[color=ed1c24]Papa[/color]" were now talking about go-karts, preoccupied at the roof of the building.[/hider]

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

It was a chance to suddenly change the mood and pretend to be the brightest man around, but instead of pulling off a Two-Face on Iyo, Deathedge remained in his awkward state. Glancing at Iyo, Deathedge muttered,

"[color=ed1c24]Sangue Rana.[/color]"

And with that, he was done with introducing himself. Deathedge did not even try to tell Iyo that his infamous nickname was "Deathedge," for he knew that, at some point, it would pop up on some bulletin board or something. He was still unaware of the cult that followed him, however.

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

Disc O. found yet another person (Rosa) joining in his dance fun. His grin widening at the sight of a woman who called his latest partner-in-dancing(????) (Drew) "roomie," Disc exclaimed,

"[color=6ecff6]Alright, let's kick it up a notch! Let's GO to DISCO INFERNO![/color]"

And with that, both the music and Disc slowly intensified, allowing those focused on dancing to progressively heat up. It was his good method of hyping up the party. Disc kicked and twisted his feet stylishly, his shoulders flowing with the rhythm and his heart beating with the heart of the music.

The Disco Inferno was roaring.