<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>:  Giorgio's Private Meeting Room<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  Mainly Nicole & Morgan. Open to everyone else :D<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/>A french accent attracted Sparx's ears towards the blonde who seemed to recognize his<em>unique</em>outfit. His eyes flickered over towards her. Their eyes met and he felt his nerves lock. Even at a passing glace, he felt this woman was far out of his league. Locking eyes with hers, he felt like a peasant from a foreign land looking upon an empress. It was then that he picked up on some subtle body language. There was a tremble in her fingers as she extended her hand towards him. Could she be nervous as well?<br/><br/>"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir."  She spoke again, addressing him as sir. That's right. Nobody here knew Sparx. No rumors or bullies spreading harsh comments about him. Here, he was somewhat equal to everyone else in the room. But how long that lasted depended on how he acted around this new group. Again, he would need to put his weak knees away and muster up some sort of social competence.<br/><br/>With a soft smile against his face, he reached out and lightly took the lady's fair hand in greeting. "My name's Sparx." It took effort to raise his voice to a normal speaking level. "Nice to meet you." The woman's hand was soft. Warm as well. It was an interesting sensation whenever the young man made contact with a female. He might have held on a few seconds longer than any normal person would, if only to unconsciously savor the contact.<br/><br/>He pulled away lightly, then his eyes shifted towards the brunette. Feeling the awkwardness of reaching over her to greet another, he thought he owed the woman a greeting as well. He'd already sprinkled some conversation among the table. Might as well continue on. Holding his hand out towards the dark-haired woman, he held his smile upon his face as he greeted her as well. "Nice to meet you."<br/><br/>The difficultly now was upholding an interesting conversation. His first thought would be to ask everyone's names, but how exactly does one go about asking another's name? He didn't want to seem rude or awkward, and he was far from a confident savant. It was then that the door opened and yet another woman entered the back room. She had fiery red hair and more attitude in her swag than tattoos on her skin.<br/><br/>She greeted the brunette Sparx was trying to get to know. Looks like some people here are already acquainted. Things were starting to get a little hairy now with so many people present in the room. Sparx wasn't exactly the best in big groups. Hopefully he could maintain enough normalcy to get him through this meeting. He was hoping it would start soon so the small talk would end and he could fade into the backdrop.<br/><br/>It was then that his mind made an interesting observation: This was starting to look like an Anime. There was the blonde foreigner, the bad-ass brunette, and now the fiery red-head. Not to mention the strong, silent muscle-man, the suave savant-type, and Sparx held the role of the quiet nerdy guy who usually sits in the backdrop and winds up being the butt of everyone's jokes. If this<em>were</em>an Anime, a visible sweat-drop would have slid down his head.<br/><br/>It made him wonder, exactly who else might be showing up.