[h1][b][i][color=aba400][center]Maximillian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/532086118167085056/tumblr_ojwo5iHH021qhodd8o2_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=aba400][b]Location[/b][/color]: I5>G9>C4
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]:[/center] [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/569057266058264586/Screenshot_20190420-030727_Instagram.jpg]New Outfit[/url]
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Max ignored Sunshine for the most part, choosing to chalk it all up to her age and parents than to think more onto the fact that yet [i]another[/i] person might dislike him. He grabbed what he deemed to be an appropriately sized box for the pieces that had been shown off so far, as well as for what he thought may be going into it later. Walking up towards Casper, he nudged him on the shoulders and smiled a bit. [color=aba400]”Nice National Treasure reference. It does kinda feel like this sort of thing would be up Nick Cages alley. Parts?”[/color]

 After a bit, Max had moved over to where Jack was currently standing, holding the box up a bit higher as he said [color=aba400]”Please sir, may i have some more?”[/color] in a dreadful cockney accent. He turned to look towards James with a slight smile, attempting to make himself more pleasing, while also being happy that at least [i]someone[/i] was sticking up for him. [color=aba400]”What more do we need? I can help search once I’m done gathering up the parts from everyone. I can also be muscle if needed for those who go up to the grab the generator, since their hands will be too full to fight if needed.:[/color]

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[h1][b][i][color=CC99FF][center]Peter Jackson Bernard[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[Center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/573753152474447892/source_1.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=CC99FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: Frost International.
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 Jinx was in high spirits as he left the yacht, literally cartwheeling away full of excitement to have something to do. Once on the docks he noticed that Requiem had stopped walking and began to tap his cane in an irratating fashion. Jinx quickly stopped his wheeling and landed before Requiem, giving him a childishly quizzical look. [Color=CC99FF]”What’s the game plan man? You got the look about you like the wheels are just turnin’ away.”[/color] He blew a large bubble in front of Requiem, letting it pop naturally before continuing to chew his gum again. Once Requiem had given him the plan, Jinx looked at the man, cocked his head, and went [Color=CC99FF]”Soooo you [i]want[/i] me to cause a scene as usual? I knew you’d come around sooner or later pal! One ruckus coming up!’[/color] 

 As Jinx skipped down the street, heading towards Frost International, he began to sing [i]Ta-ra-ra-Boom-deya[/i] to himself while wagging his fingers around as if conducting the piece. His spirits were high and that meant he wanted to cause more mischief than usual. Spotting a lady with an ice cream cone, Jinx grinned as he decided to send one of his specialty bad lucks to her, She went to lick the Ice cream and HA! It fell right off the cone!...and straight into Jinx’s face. Ok, not how that was meant to go but that’s fine. He kept on skipping ahead, wiping the treat onto his sleeve. A family of tourists were to his left trying to make some memories. But what better memory to have than a [i]horrid[/i] photo. Another jinx was sent out to the family and he couldn’t be happier; this shall make up for the ice cream on him. Except, nothing happened, nothing at all. What rubbish! He headed straight towards Frost Internationals Lobby, now stomping his way there in a slight tinge of anger. When his luck continued to be sour, as he wasn’t being let up, he pulled out his phone and messaged Requiem [Color=CC99FF][i]’They wont let me in, when will you get here so you can use that silver tongue?’[/i][/color]