[u][b]Momoe Mizuno[/b][/u]

Momoe had her eye closed as she walked, intending to enjoy the sensation of sweet smoke filling her lungs. When she then bumped against some hard surface and stumbled back, the smuggler wasn't very pleased. She slowly opened her eye and looked up with ire at the guy standing between her and sweet release of the peanut gallery.

"So, what do you want big guy?" Momoe taunted Ryuma, taking another drag of the cigarette as he explained to her that her opinions weren't welcome in a school environment. As much as the smuggler would've loved to blow smoke right into this guy's smug face, restraint was something she'd learned to harness over the years and instead opted to look away as she blew it all out into the ether. Momoe took a step back, then a sidestep so Ryuma wasn't invading her personal space quite so much.

"That's great, Mr. White Knight. Gonna just take you up on that offer, kind of like what I was planning to in the first place," she snarked and walked past him. Momoe glanced back at the raving madman preaching about... something. Fanatic, was it? Sure acted like one. Well, none of her concern. For now, the girl had to make sure she got a good grasp on everyone. Honestly, though, she didn't expect much out of this bunch of wimps. Momoe looked dead ahead as she spun around her lit cigarette, ashes trickling down to the floor. A set of five buildings... she wondered what they could've been about.[hr][u][b]Taka Tsuin[/b][/u]

Insane. Absolutely, positively, insane.

Everything happened like a blur for the cross-dresser. After he'd tossed his small pad to the ground, the other girl that shouted in defiance had rushed up to the stage. A boy dashed almost immediately after her, causing both to get shot. The bear was mad, lording its power over them to show them just how powerless each of them were in this situation. For being a student with an incredible amount of talent, Taka sure felt [i]incredibly[/i] useless right now.

What didn't help matters was the bitch fit that multiple people decided to throw up on stage. As the events unfolded and verbal blows were exchanged back and forth, Taka still just stood there, staring at this absolute madhouse. He'd all but ignored whatever plan the white haired boy up there thought up, instead opting to pick up the pad Taka threw to the ground earlier. He sorted through the profiles again, one by one, trying to learn as much about everyone as possible.

[color=1386EC](One of them... is going to try and kill someone.
...Maybe even me.)[/color]

It was a chilling thought, and not even original. Taka'd thought it before, right as the monochrome bear did its initial speech. The cross-dresser didn't trust anyone here. Not now, not yet.

...but what could he do right now? If he wandered off alone, he'd risk himself getting stabbed in the back. On the other end, Taka was curious about the island and didn't trust anyone here to begin with.

...Maybe just check the cafeteria. If he's lucky, he might be able to grab something to drink and calm his nerves...