<div class="floatleft">(http://cache2.asset-cache.net/gc/152886926-teenage-boy-playing-with-toy-car-gettyimages.jpg?v=1&amp;c=IWSAsset&amp;k=2&amp;d=toVba7kqNPwDscTL6bOtmcPfgjL64T52eH7TQ%2FXklV8%3D)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>:  Sparx Larsa<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Outside of Giorgio's --->  Interior<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  Ethan, Moses, Nicole, Morgan, & Open<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Swallow Tail Steampunk Ensemble (http://img1.etsystatic.com/003/0/5319058/il_340x270.355001965_kg80.jpg)<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Like a turtle poking out of his shell.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ferrari's, Jags, Lambos, and an abundance of hybrid vehicles filled the streets like lions, tigers, and bears in an artificial jungle. It seemed like the entire neighborhood was a suit-and-tie affair: Not the place for a young college nerd on a skateboard. Not many heads turned towards the young man. Everyone here seemed to be too engrossed in themselves to notice the abnormal combination of Victorian swallow-tail ensemble rolling down the elegant street on a Tech-Deck original Cruiz0r skateboard. The treated rubber tires found it easy to wheel down the pavement. This district, unlike the crowded streets of campus, was easy on the foot traffic. A simple sway was all the brunette needed to weave smoothly through the young women stumbling in their 12 in heels like newborn giraffes.<br/><br/>With experienced grace he traveled down the block with his electric blue eyes following himself on his phone's GPS. It only took a couple Google searches to realize he was way outclassed by not only the meeting location, but the entire neighborhood. Luckily, the suit he had customized for TeleCom's Cosplay Con was still easily accessible in his apartment closet. The payout from his past freelancing might not have been much, but it covered the bills and a few<em>luxury</em>expenses.<br/><br/>"You have reached your destination." The computerized voice announced over the steady bass line of Bassnectar's https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5qdsRFkCoQ (http://Now). As expected, a finely dressed doorman was there to greet the youth. Kick-flipping his board into his hand as he did with every dismount to class, the young undergrad removed the Ear Pollutant earbuds as he struggled to recall the secret password for the door guard.<em>"I know it has something to do with gas..."</em>He murmured to himself before exclaiming "Hess!" as if the word assaulted his frontal lobe. "Uh, I mean,<strong>Hess Party</strong>".<br/><br/>Smiling awkwardly, he followed behind his escort. Beneath his rectangle frames, his eyes traced over his guide in search of a holstered handgun. This scene was a familiar one in many action flicks. Before he could successfully overview the man, their pace halted in front of their destination. Sparx hadn't taken much of the scenery at first: Fine dining was an understatement towards this royal banquet hall. If the kings of middle earth still ruled the lands, this would be a neutral meeting hall for those in power. Ironically, the new rulers of these modern times use this place for just the occasion.<br/><br/>Entering the room, Sparx's first observation was that there were already people here. Beneath the glare of his glasses, he hoped nobody noticed the awkward shock once peering upon the blonde and brunette women seated at the meeting table. The blonde looked like a model or fashion designer from the designer (he assumed) dress she adorned, and the brunette looked like a bad ass biker chick that used little boys like him as fuel for their motorized steeds.<br/><br/>Not to mention the bodybuilder standing next to Mr. Wonderful at the front of the room. Sparx started to wonder if he'd leaved crushed up like a beer-can against Man-Bear-Pig's forehead, or in a social coma induced by the judging stares from the opposite sex.<br/><br/>The door behind him shut, startling the brown-haired youth back to life.<br/><br/>He checked his exit. It was sealed. Great.<br/><br/>Turning towards Mr. Wonderful, who seemed to be the head of this operation due to his calm demeanor, Sparx wondered exactly what type of hell his own desperation dragged him into. As if coming in late on a lecture, he silently crept towards a seat at the table. The last place he wanted to be was close to the professional body-breaker in a suit, but attractive females were sometimes just as terrifying. Somehow, he wound up seated close by the brunette. Out of everyone present, she was the most under-dressed, which was oddly comforting. Normally, he wouldn't dress like this even for a professional type of environment. One of his biggest fears, after researching the location of this meeting site, was that someone here would notice his<em>costume</em>was a mere ruse to fit in. Seeing this woman here made him feel as though he wouldn't stick out as much, which was the main purpose of his life at the moment: Don't stick out, play it quietly cool, and eventually fade off the grid away from any social anxiety-provoking instances.<br/><br/>Oh, but this awkward silence was as heavy as a boat full of silver-back gorillas. If there was one anxiety-provoking phenomena that got under the young nerd's skin it was awkward silence.<br/><br/>Glancing over towards the brunette and her<em>"I left all my fucks at home"</em>appearance, he was beginning to regret his decision of sitting next to her. She just might twist him enough to actually make gasoline come up. By now, he realized he'd been actually looking at her for a few seconds now.<em>Fuck</em>, he actually had to say something now. But what...? ~Be yourself? But don't be yourself! Be witty! Cool! Suave! Fuck it, just say what's on your mind!~<br/><br/>And finally, with a bit of a stutter, he spoke indirectly to the woman next to him.<br/><br/>"So... I hope the pay's good at least."