[hr][h1][color=0072bc]Aiden Cross[/color][/h1][hr]

"Well then, you're a bit of a show off, ain'tcha."

Aiden walked up to the group wearing a hoodie, some worn looking jeans, and sneakers. He had been taking a walk down the Crystal shore when he saw this blonde chick take down some guy who had stolen another girl's sport's bag. Then there seemed to be a kind of confrontation between the two or something because suddenly the ice girl decided to surround herself in a flurry of snow, hence why Aiden chose to call out. It obviously had nothing to do with how cool he thought her power was and how envious he was feeling that brought about such a childish reaction from him. That would be ridiculous.

"Not only must you show everyone your abilities, but you also have to drop names as well. As if people are going to give two shits that you're dad's some glorified tailor, who's greatest contributions to the world is making people pay outrageous amounts of money for stupid shit." At this point he had walked right up to the girl, and was towering over her by quite the margin, his reptilian blue eyes staring down at the girl in challenge. Normally, he wouldn't even dream of talking to someone like her, but when he saw such blatant shows of power, his instincts pushed him forward to match it and dominate the competition. "Tell me, Taylor, what has your father, and you for that matter, done that really makes a difference in anyone's life? I really doubt you can come up with anything that really counts, but hey, maybe you'll prove me wrong."

The smug smile on his face, made slightly more intimidating due to the mouthful of shape teeth, made it clear what he really thought. He was just waiting to see what the petite cryokinetic would do. As he waited, he reached into his pocket to pull out a small ziplock bag filled with little balls of gold, silver, and steel. He took a handful and popped them in his mouth, taking his time to savor the flavor as he pocketed the rest of his snacks. 
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[hr][h1][color=ed1c24]Aleksander Volkov[/color][/h1][hr]

"Lihua,' A voice called through the crowd, just a hint of accent present in his speech. The big man made his way through the crowd, waving a bandaged right arm at his co-worker. Alek's hair and eyes were currently a dull orange, which signified when he was feeling pleasantly surprised. He was wearing a black T-shirt, jeans, and combat boots. "Nice to see you here, mind if I join you on what I assume is your lunch break."

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