<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcS4zhf5674TITAXPmOpJ5zlAC1tKFhvZt2C79FiUjzFL1EkJVTw)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Marshall Wood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15272667#msg15272667)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>September 30th, 2pm<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Ballroom<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>Casual travel attire (https://resize-public.ladmedia.fr/img/var/public/storage/images/news/photos-terence-telle-le-mannequin-sexy-qui-va-mettre-le-feu-a-danse-avec-les-stars-1482950/1482960/38746191-1-fre-FR/image.jpg) -> Change into pictured<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"> Mood:</span></span></strong>Excited<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Heading to opening ceremonies<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Giselle Boucher, Gabby Bonnet<br/><hr/><br/>Marshall's smile was wide, friendly, and admittedly a little dorky, as he made his first attempt to talk, possibly even make friends, with someone at his new school. But the girl in the leather jacket's curt response to his conversation starter, made his expression immediately begin to melt. In no time he went from awkward smile looking for friendship, to awkward grimace looking for a way out. Especially as he heard his father's voice in his head, giving another piece of unwanted advice before he had gotten on his plane bound for Scotland.<br/><br/><em>"...and don't let some stuck up European kids treat you like they're better than you are…"</em><br/><em>"...yeah, thanks a lot, dad…"</em><br/>His eyes began to drift away from her, as if looking for literally anything else to focus on, while eloquently maneuvering out of this social faux'pas,<strong>"Yeah, well… I guess they're not for everyone, huh?..."</strong><br/>Finally salvation was spotted, in the form of pancake batter being poured from a dish at one of the stations on the other side of the room.<strong>"Oh, nice! They're making pancakes over there. That's calling my name."</strong><br/>Then he turned back to the leather jacket girl, his smile having regained some of its color.<strong>"Well, my name's Marshall. I'll probably see you around, in class."</strong>he'd give a moment in case the girl felt like giving her name as well, then either way, he would raise his hand in a silent farewell, and slip out of what was admittedly not his most successful acquaintanceship ever. When he lowered that hand he grabbed a plate off a stack, on his way to the crepe station.<br/><br/>He arrived at the station next to a girl that was dressed much sweeter than the last, but he kept his focus on the batter being poured. Admittedly a little gun shy about immediately speaking up. But as he saw the batter as it was poured out into a wide, thin, circle, his brows furrowed a bit. The realization that these weren't typical pancakes dawning on him, and for a moment he was wondering if he would get anything right in this new country. At least until it dawned on him what was actually going on here.<br/><strong>"Oh! Are these crepes?"</strong><br/><br/>The realization that he probably just made himself look like an idiot, again, had his face scrunching up a bit. He turned his head toward the girl in pink as he grinned sheepishly.<br/><strong>"I've, uh...never actually gotten a chance to have a crep before…"</strong>his smile, nothing but genuine, as he hoped this would turn out better than his last interaction.