[h1]CHRISTIAN ALEXANDER[/h1][hr][hr]
The teen had met up with his friends, students of varying images from slackers to four eyed bookworms. Gathered under the safety of a tree, the group watched the man who'd been lying on the ground for an hour now, a blonde teen to Christian's left holding a stopwatch. Nibbling on a palm tree shaped popsicle, the blue haired President, glanced from his phone to the stopwatch to the body now and again, the others beside him talking about a hot new phone app as they showed one another their hefty collection now and again.

Just as Chris was starting to feel bored and finishing up his ice cream, the roar of a motor paired with the distressed shouts of surprised strangers caught his attention. There, in all his glory, was the resident douchebag driving quite possibly the lamest moped in town. At first, Chris barely bat a lash, but as he noticed the direction the man was making his way to, a playful grin tugged on his lips. Before he knew it, the crowd parted to make way for the moped man the same way they parted for the corpse on the street, and the two made contact, the man bumping over the body.

"He probably wouldn't care," noted Chris as he grabbed another kid's modified longboard, crashing it to the ground and hopping on to it, the motors of the board revving as he started his way towards the man on the moped, occasionally giving the thing a kickstart as it slowed down. He made sure to dodge past any civilian, though at one point jabbing his thumb into a passerby's throat, glancing back to laugh as the woman fell forward with no one so much as batting a lash in her direction.

As he took the time to laugh, however, he crashed right into moped man's body, an arm reaching up for the longboard as it started out of control, his other arm grabbing himself onto the man. Hooking his legs around the moped and straddling the back, he held the longboard under his right arm, his left arm resting on the dark haired man's shoulder.
"Alex," he greeted, his Polite Student Council President Smile planted on his face despite being behind the man and not being seen. "You just ran over a dead body, where's the rush?"