<div class="floatleft">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/0000ryt3small.jpg)</div><br/><strong> Max the Jester</strong><br/><br/>"Lucky for you, Raye, I always have a travel bottle of Bayer on me." He would say in response to her mentioning that she didn't have enough Advil for his shenanigans.  Although if he actually did, that'd be another violation of school rules, because in this day and age, schools were so anal retentive  about what kids could and couldn't have on their persons.  Then again, it's also possible that Max is just trying to get a laugh out of her.  "I was a Boy Scout, you know.<em>Always be prepared. </em>Sadly, they did not have courses on surviving in a school-turned-prison."<br/><br/>"And yes, the violations of school rules are piling up faster than the clothes. Do yourself a favor, Raye;<em>let it go. </em>The situation's changed, and if you keep hanging onto that, it's going to get you hurt." Oh god. That was probably enough to make everybody stop in their tracks. Max was just sincere and serious; actually worried about someone's well being.  At this point, it is reasonable to assume that he has been replaced by some sort of Doppleganger.<br/><br/>But then, he turned his attention to Red, when he gets her compliment, and he smiles widely at her. "Thanks!  You are looking quite awesome yourself." He would wink at her in an over-the-top, flirtatious manner. It certainly wouldn't be the first or the last time he's done something like that to her; then again, he's also done it to several other girls, and even a few boys, though in the case of him doing it to boys, it was always meant to unsettle them, and make them want to leave Max alone. This flirtation of his, idle as it is, is at least intended as a flirtation.<br/><br/>Of course, the flirtation comes to an end when Brad starts screaming loud enough to wake the dead. Even Max flinches when he hears the jock, though for different reasons than Dyllan; Max was not afraid. His ears just hurt now. "Riiinging, slowly faaaading, awaaaay...." He would say, drawing the words out in a sing-songy way. And some may note, that Max has an almost spot on Baritone voice.<br/><br/>As Dyllan approached, Max looked him over, just to make sure he was relatively alright, all things considered. "We are gathering clothes to create a spot hidden from cameras so we can write notes to each other as a means of silent communication that can't be intercepted.  It might help us figure out a way out of here, without tipping the watchers off. Care to make a donation?" He'd ask as he pats the small pile of clothes next to him.<br/><br/>His attention, however, turns back towards Red. "You should donate, too! I'll even give you a whole dollar." He says, with his voice being charmingly sweet, energetic, and laughably childish. He was cute and endearing, in a way, at least to some people.<br/><br/>Also, he was going to give her a whole dollar! Which may or may not be true, it's hard to know with Max if he's being serious or not. That was  really, though, made in reference, to how he threw a quarter to Stefy when she donated her shirt.  He didn't make mention of that directly, though; he stifled his need to be an asshole to that girl, because he knew that if he wanted to get out of this damned thing alive, it would behoove him to be more... amicable.