The influx of people were nothing like anything Nicole had ever seen, everyone was so...unique. She even saw her own looks that were usually deemed as ordinary as something entirely different when compared to the menagerie who collected inside the entrance hall. She passed her own mental judgement on them all and she wasn't given much time to mull over them when people arrived quite quickly one after the other. A red and black suit? Well it was certainly...different! That was the best way she could describe it, rather than with 'who on earth would wear that out of choice?' The cane was the feature on the next man she focused on, a twinge of guilt as he seemed to have a difficult time simply walking. A car crash was her first guess, she'd seen horrific pictures of shattered knee caps and compound fractures of when speeding drivers took out pedestrians.<br/><br/>The smoker, as she named her, utterly stank up the room as she waited for a moment and then brazenly ignored the sign specifically stating to 'remain here.' While she was thankful that she had gone, honestly she detested the smell of smoke on clothes, she still poked her head through the double doors and yelled, "<i>The sign said to wait here!</i>" before clearing her throat, smiling uneasily at the others and returning to her seat atop the table. The comment on differences brought a light smile to Nicole's lips, she nodded in response, trying not to laugh at the blatantly unneeded question, hell just by what people looked like in here they could be of interest to the UN. "<i>Yes, I think we're all here for that reason. So uh...what can you do?</i>" She was sure everyone was thinking the same thing, unless she was in the wrong place that just so happened to be filled with these people.<br/><br/>The final boy in seemed...well fairly normal. Abit thin, sullen even. Maybe he'd get second place behind herself for 'least weird out of this bunch of oddballs' contest. Her uncontrolled smile came back, wrestling with the dilemma of who would then lose that contest...Punky, G.I. Joe or the hunchback of perky-town? Maybe even Smokey, though she couldn't think of a valid reason why. She smoked? Big whoop. Didn't mind showing the waistband of her thong? Atleast she had the decency to make sure hers wasn't showing, a quick look down over her back to make sure her jeans hadn't ridden down and displayed the baby blue of her own.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>