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[color=00f0ff][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Franklin[/center]
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Frankie nodded towards Connie, grateful that she was allowing him another seat. He sat down next to her, allowing Igor to scramble out from under his shirt and sit atop his lap, watching the fighting that ensued before them. “Thanks Connie. At least I still have a decent seat to the match.” Frankie said before Igor squeaked as his tiny fist pumped into the air cheering on the Hex Girls. Franklin ruffled the tuft of hair atop Igor's head, jostling his tiny goggles a bit. “What're the odds our illustrious team will defeat the Margaret Carter team? They were said to be in favor 20 to 1 but…” He watched as three students ganged up on Prudence. “They fight better than I expected given it was a last minute team put together if rumors were right.”

[center]✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*[/center]

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[color=585c74][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Chase[/center]
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Squeezing his way past others on the bleachers was a somewhat tall teen, pallid skin with deep dark circles under his eyes. He has short dark hair and wore mostly black clothing, a short sleeved button up with a hoodie tossed over it unzipped. He snagged a bag of kettle corn from a nearby kid before vanishing into shadows. A few moments later from Ben Moss's shadow he arose, taking the seat next to him as he threw his arm around the kid and pulled him in, using the same hand to grab a bit of kettle corn and pop it into his mouth, eating atop Ben's head. [Color=585c74]”Is this great or is this great?”[/color] He asked before releasing Ben and looking him up and down. [Color=585c74]”Geeze, did you use a whole can of Axe spray in a single go? You know it's meant to last a while right?”[/color]  He asked as he wrinkled his nose a little bit at the stench before moving closer again, this time facing towards the arena, both elbows firmly planted on his knees as he leaned forward and ate. He shook the bag towards Ben, a few pieces falling out and onto Ben's shoes. [Color=585c74]”Want some? Best foods always free. Anyways what team are you rooting for? Personally I'm hoping short stack over there gets pummeled to the ground.”[/color] Chase said as he pointed in the direction of Percy.