[b][i][u] Crash [/b][/i][/u]

Crash’s thoughts were interrupted by someone bumping into the back of him; he blinked twice before turning sharply on the spot looking down at the student who had collided with him. He noticed the dark haired girl was holding her nose, and instantly adopted a guilty expression, though the guilt faded as she addressed him as ‘The drumstick guy’ he couldn't suppress a chuckle as he grinned at her. “Ok, I’ll take that” He stated, with a big warm smile. “Most people call me Crash though” He introduced himself. “I’m going to take a wild stab in the dark here, and guess you were witness to my amazing drumstick escapade” He added, lifting a hand and rubbing the back of his neck. His smile faltered for a moment though however when he remembered she was holding her nose. “You ok?” He asked, lifting his hand to his nose to indicate why he was asking her that his jovial expression had momentarily changed to one of concern. “I’ve been told before I make a useless door...you’d of thought I’d have learnt by now” [i]Don’t make jokes...you suck at them[/i] He halfheartedly shrugged his shoulders as if that would excuse his terrible attempt at humor . A moment later his stomach rudely decided to join in the conversation, vocalizing its lack of content with a monstrous grumble. Crash grinned sheepishly and patted his gut. “Skipped breakfast” He announced, lifting his eyes to scan the hallway they were in. “You wouldn't happen to know where the food is would you?” He asked her, hope clung to his words and he actually managed to keep his mouth closed long enough to let the poor girl answer him. 

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

Serena’s ears flicked back against her head as a girl approached her, she was about to respond when the girl moved away again. [i]Nice one Serena, being mute probably isn't the way forward...[/i] She lifted a hand to her head, exhaling slowly as she inspected who was left in the auditorium as everyone seemed to make a raid dash to get away. Her eyes stopping instinctively on the dark haired student opposite when she noticed he was staring at her. [i]Oh crap, first day of school and I've attracted the attention of the FBI’s most wanted...[/i] She took a step forward, moving between the now empty chairs, dread working its way into her gut as she had to get closer to the guy staring at her before she could get away from him. As she hit the center of the room, much to dismay she was forced to practically in front of the very person she was trying to get away from, a group of nattering students had placed themselves firmly between her and the door. “A lot of people know where I am...so err...you know, I’d reconsider your options” She blurted out to the dark haired student, her tail tips swayed slightly as she spoke. Her arms folding across her chest defensively as she waited for the small group of students to move, she’d heard the word ‘Cafeteria’ mentioned multiple times in last 5 minutes and the idea had grown on her, it seemed like the perfect place to be right now...lots of people.