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Plank Sinatra
Pathei Mathos
Sadie
Moon Child
canaryrose
Stryder BC
SpicyMeatball
IAmTheIsland
Sep
Location; Main Hall
Interacting With; Sierra via intrigued glance @Dirty Pretty Lies, Team Grey @HaleyTheRandom @foxygen @lovely complex
Not much was going on, it seemed. Aside from everyone with their respective teams and that annoying little shit, Jackson, making a complete idiot of himself by being him, Eli saw nothing really happening. Granted, he wasn't doing anything either. The only thing he seemed to be doing was lounging around with his team on a couch next to Ariel, who by the way was relatively silent.
Ash, on the other hand, seemed to be more vocal. She was mainly speaking to the new guy - Oliver was it - about who everyone was and who the actual leader of the Grey Team was. To be quite honest, Eli didn't recognize Ghost as their leader. Through no fault but his own, he never seemed to be fit for a leader of the misfits of Camp Liberty. He wasn't the leader type. Only reason he seemed to be leader was because the guy was more distant than most of any of the Team Grey members that have come and gone in Eli's now third year attending Camp Liberty. In his opinion, Eli saw Ash being the rightful leader of Team Grey. Of course, that's just him, so he didn't even bother mention it to anyone. Besides, Ghost never was around, so why would he?
Taking his attention away from his team just briefly, Eli took notice to the new arrivals in The Main Hall. While they came in the large numbers, Eli noticed one in jean shorts and an Avengers T-shirt. Dark hair and slender figure, and the faint smell of nicotine. It didn't matter how many different smells there were in the room, a chain smoker like Eli could recognize that smell out of most in any room he was in. There was something unique about it to him. The way its stench overtook the other smells in any room. In any case, Eli's eyes briefly locked onto that one until she seemed to disappear from the masses, and went into the Media Room. Eli chuckled. He would keep an eye on that one, fore sure.
Eli turned his gaze to Oliver, who was getting quite familiar with Ash. "Oliver was it? Why don't you tell us - your team - about yourself? Surely, even for someone who is, as our great leader said, the In-Betweens of Camp Liberty, has something of interest about themselves." Eli spoke with a poetic, thoughtful tune. One could confuse it for a lecturer or something like that.
"So. Many. PEEEEEEEOPLEEEEEEE!!!!"
Indeed there was quite the amount of people. Everyone all seperated to their colored teams. The arrogant blue with arrogant blue, the courageous, kind purple with courageous, kind purple, sassy pink with sassy pink, dull grey with dull grey, and red..
"Wait, where are my peeps!? NOOOOOOOOO! This was an outrage. No, this was more than an outrage. IT WAS MADNESS! How could Team Red not be thrashing people around? How could they not be loud as fuck. Did no one know how to make an entrnace? Were we doomed to be overshadowed by that entitled Hana? This could not beeeeeeee!
Truly, Jackson was sad by the fact that it seemed the only reds that were present was that quiet Madison, the rude-as-fuck Math(or is it Mathius? Something like that, anyways), but no Audrey! This wasn't fair. Why did she have to be gone? The faithful leader had to be present for Jackson's arrival, but she wasn't. Totally unfair man, ya know? She missed the most epic introduction.
Jackson was standing there, in the middle of the hall, trying to find something to do. It was too closed of an area for him to do anything reckless, so what should he do? "Hmm, this sucks for sure." Jackson let out a long, exasperated sigh. His eyes fell to the Team Grey area. "OH!" he saw someone. "AAAAASSSSHHHHH!!!!!!" Jackson yelled, waving wildly at his dear friend, Aisling Hawthorne, or as she preferred, Ash. He ran towards her, taking an aimed jump off his right foot, and corkscrewed his body once as he was aiming to land next to the darkly-dressed beaut. He missed. Instead, he tripped over the table in front of the set of couches, and was face-first, inches away from Ash's feet. He propped up instantly, looking at Ash and everyone else just as if he had nailed it - not flailed it. "I meant to do that." he didn't, but at least he owned it...somewhat. "Oi, Ash! What's goin' on!?" Jack gave her a cheek-to-cheek grin.
Yeah, I forgot to mention that was involved in the wide array of nicknames he uses for his girlfriends. I knew I was forgetting something damnit.