[center][color=Silver][h3]Maxwell Weiseman 
[sub]Phaser[/sub][/h3]
[i]Interactions: [@blumenk][/i][/color][/center]

Slowly, more and more strange people filed in. One with bolts in his head, another dressed as a snake, so many things that filled Max with anxiety. He could feel his chest tighten up, feeling claustrophobic. Oh, how he hated crowds!! And to make it worse, these people weren't just average everyday joes either like himself. He'd start hyperventilating soon...

Already a nervous wreck, it was no surprise that when he felt something cold on his neck that he almost fell out of his chair screaming like a little girl. Luckily enough, the shriek was choked down so that instead the only noise that left him audibly was a little mouse-like squeak. Max turned in his chair to face the person behind him, shaking like a leaf. Social interaction?! Wahhhh, it was his worse nightmare!! What did this kid want from him, couldn't he talk to another non-socially-retarded person?!

But, noticing his young appearance and school uniform, Max visibly loosened. A... another student like himself? And he appeared fairly normal as well... Max, as previously mentioned as a socially inept person, just stared blankly at Richard with utmost awkwardness until he realized his own mistake. Cheeks flaring a red that stood out plainly on his pale skin, Max sputtered and quickly diverted his eyes, trying to think of how a regular person interacts with another. [color=silver]"Um, I, oh um... Hi."[/color] He spoke quietly, only looking more uncomfortable at his stupid reaction. No wonder he had no friends...

Max glanced through his glasses shyly at the others who seemed to be talking amongst themselves about the location of the mayor, as well as other things, but that was the only thing he was interested in. He'd like to know himself, so he wouldn't have to stay here much longer.

He was going to direct his attention back to the other schoolboy until a very... aggressive man burst in. Max shuddered, watching his sharp and almost violent movements. He quickly stared at his folded hands instead, feeling uncomfortable once more.

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[center][color=tomato][h3]Violet Riise
[sub]Flame Vixen[/sub][/h3]
[i]Interactions: [@ampere][@blight bug][@fallentrinity][@garlanddahero][@weird tales][/i][/color][/center]

The wavy haired woman shot her eyes up to look at a cheerleader of sorts who was the first to speak with her. [color=tomato]"Eh? What gear? My clothes?"[/color] She picked at the strap of her bikini top with a cocked brow, attempting to look down at herself curiously. [color=tomato]"Uh, this ain't gear, hun. I just dress like this."[/color] Violet stated, pursing her painted lips at the girl as she leaned forward on the desk.

But she was cut off as a guy muttered something about borrowing a pen from the desk. Violet blinked at Lei, completely lost as to why he would ask her of all people. [color=tomato]"Dude, take the whole damn desk for all I care. I don't work here, man."[/color] She rested her chin in her hand, elbow propped up on knee. Uch, this was getting boring. Where's the damn mayor?!

Getting antsy, Violet hopped down from the desk as a sentient teddy bear walked his way in quite casually. Eh, she's seen weirder. At his question, the same she had asked, she merely shrugged as an answer.

But, then someone said something that caught her attention.

[color=tomato]"Fortune? What, you a gypsy or some crap? Alright, hit me, I'll take anything free."[/color] As if to affirm her decision, Violet swung a chair over and sat backwards on it, leaning her arms over the back and plopping her head onto her wrists. [color=tomato]"You need my hand or something? Do I pick a card, any card?"[/color] She asked lazily.

Her magenta eyes rolled critically over at the loud pair of males who were the newest to enter the room. At first she tried to ignore them, but, let's be honest— her fuse was way too short for that. 

[color=tomato]"OY! WOULD YA TWO LOVEBIRDS SHUT YOUR DAMN TRAPS SO I CAN GET MY FORTUNE?! GO MAKE OUT WITH EACH OTHER, JUST THE HELL UP!"[/color] She called, her gum smacking each time her mouth closed to speak. This might not end well...