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[b][code]Grand Ridge Academy - Conference Room.[/code][/b]
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The room was steadily becoming chaotic and that wasn't good because chaos made it really hard to focus. 
Claire had critiqued his commentary, not that it really mattered to him, he wasn't going for a deep philosophical overview of the situation. He was just being upfront, every part of him wanted to forget that night. He wanted to wash it out of him, he wanted to scrub it away like a stain on his skin. He wasn't going to pretend like he didn't, and if the whole room thought that was stupid then he didn't give a damn.

"[color=c4df9b]Mr. Cullen, huh? Is that a term of endearment or-[/color]"

And then the argument had started. Billy, in his very Billy way, had began to roll out the jokes. Normally, Martin might have found this funny because he was just [i]so persistent[/i] about having the last word, however, the timing was a bit ill. When Rita suggested to Rien that they do something to put an end to it, he kind of agreed that it was probably for the best because it he had to hear another second of sibling squabble then he was going to burst. 

Watching Rien sketch from the corner of his eye, he didn't quite believe anything would happen. Maybe he shouldn't have been doubtful with all that he'd seen lately but he [i]was[/i]. He was trying to maintain an ounce of skepticism but, like a rabbit out of a hat, they pulled their drawing right out of the page. It was immediately set loose in Billy's direction and the foreign girl, Andrea, reacted in fear. He had nearly reacted sharply himself. 

Aliana was starting to envy that Lynette had excused herself from the room. This place was becoming a circus.

Martin heard Britney, who had seemed so mild mannered before, react by cursing. He didn't blame her, her entire plan was going to shit right before her eyes. It wasn't only inconsiderate of the attending parties, it was also [i]insane[/i].

The group was becoming a mesh of sound and movement that Martin just couldn't keep up with anymore. "[color=c4df9b][i][b]Quiet![/b][/i][/color]"

The room went black, all the light had been drained from the area. There was nothing but dense, solid, blackness. Any light streaming in from beneath the door or the windows had been completely nullified. It lasted only a few moments, holding it in place was hard but it was worth it if it shocked some people into quieting up. The light came back, the room brightening as soon as he gave up on holding it in place. It left him filling a bit beaten.

He pointed at Britney. "[color=c4df9b]Your group, your time to talk. Say what you need to say.[/color]"

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