[b][i][u] Caleb 'Crash' Waterfront [/b][/i][/u]

Crash’s ruby red eyes roved the crowd in the auditorium curiously, he was crouched on a chair at the back left side of the hall, twirling a drum stick between the fingers of his left hand haphazardly whilst tapping a rhythm with another on his right thigh his feet were twitching up and down to the same rhythm, making him bounce a little on his chair. He had decided this assembly was torture; he had been in this spot for almost five minutes now, sitting still...well his version of still anyway. A few bangs of bright red hair fell into his face, dislodged by his persistent movement; he lifted his right hand up and pushed it back out of his face, momentarily losing focus on the twirling drum stick in his left hand which suddenly decided to make a jump for freedom, and flew into the air. “Uh, Heads!” He warned, jumping forward as the drumstick took a dive into the students in front of him, aptly followed by Crash himself as he tripped over his own feet and plummeted over the empty chair in front of him. His immediate reaction as he fell forward was to flap his arms desperately in the hope it would keep him upright, needless to say he was bitterly disappointed when it didn’t work and he ended up almost smacking two students in the head and still landing on his face with his legs comically protruding into the air above him.
 
He shuffled his arms underneath him, his ears pricking as he heard the words ‘The confidence to hold your head up high and say, 'I am myself!’ A brief smile crossed his lips as he reached under a student’s chair and grasped the lost drumstick safely between his fingers before pushing himself up onto his hands just high enough that his unruly legs were able to seek the comfort of the ground and he was able to climb back over the chair. After that little performance he expected a few odd looks from the students around him. “Nobody panic, I got it” He announced merely grinning at them as he wiped himself down. Looking up as the formerly mentioned Criston took to the stage, he forced himself to stay still long enough to hear him out. A large grin spreading across his face at the mention of a party, once Criston had finished speaking Crash spun on his heel and headed for the door. “Excuse me, coming through! Coming through!” He called, practically pinging between chairs and people until he was free of the crowds and stood just outside the doors, he slid the drumsticks into his back pocket and rubbed the back of his head, ruffling his messy crimson hair as he tried to decide where to go first a bemused expression spread across his face. It was such a quantum decision it was actually making him stop and think about it. “...Where to go first?” He mused out loud. 

[b][i][u] Serena Yamamoto [/b][/i][/u]

Serena passed her fingers through her fringe, her silver fox like ears laid flat against her head blending into her moonlit silver hair. She was a little self conscious of them especially as she was sat pretty much in the center of the hall surrounded by other students. She focused in on what the vice principal was saying, her eyes travelling to rest on the dark skinned main with white hair and yellow eyes that the vice principal had called Criston. She raised a curious eyebrow at him as he spoke back to the vice principal. [i]Well that was informal...good sign maybe?[/i] She flicked her gaze back to the vice principal as he continued his speech. [i]Confidence...[/i] Serena sighed quietly to herself, that wasn't a thought she was accustomed to. Her ears pricked at the mention of a party though. She got to her feet as the sea of students begun to file out of the room, she held back for as long as she could her 3 silver fox tails wrapping around her legs tightly.