<div class="floatleft">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/0000ryt3small.jpg)</div><br/><strong> Max the Jester</strong><br/><br/>"Honestly, Dyllan, I'm not sure just how much clothing I need to pull this off. It's all improv, you know?" But for now, if he didn't want to go topless, no biggie. He did contribute already. His eyes go to Tessa as he watches her strip; though his eyes are focused much more on all of her tattoos than any other part of her body, shockingly enough. He wasn't actually being a lech; he just really wanted to scope out her tats.<br/><br/><br/><br/>"Thanks for the donation." He would say as he took the clothing from the punk. Then came Nate's donation, and he got a tip of the hat, a silent thanks, this time around.<br/><br/>Initially, he had been quiet with Raye's response, wanting to deal with the clothes; and also, to think over something. "Unless you're secretly a wizard, I don't think there's an escape route in your bag, Raye. Why do you keep poking your head in there?" His first comment is phrased in a manner that was not condescending, but rather, as per his usual, designed to create mirth. The second part, his question, is phrased deadpan, but in a sort of childish manner, again, hoping to draw a laugh; and hopefully not coming off as a schizophrenic. The only mental disease he might have is mild narcissism, though it hasn't stopped people from calling him insane  before.<br/><br/>"And yes, I do know how hard it is to let go.  But, maybe that's the point.  Maybe we all got picked because we<em>can't let go." </em>He posed the idea, not just to her, but to everyone.<br/><br/>His attention turned to Jess. "I don't imagine their is anyone left in the school at this point. Our school is set pretty far back from the road. It's<em>possible</em>, just highly doubtful; especially if their have been any sound barriers or dampeners put up, which is a lot easier to set up than a hidden camera network.<br/><br/>Finally, he stood up, and decided to start checking over the desks which did not currently have people at them. He not only visually checked them, but also did tapping checks--looking for hollow spots-- and dragged his fingers along them, everywhere.<br/><br/>If he finds any cameras, he's going to throw them into the trash bin. If he doesn't find any cameras on a desk, he ends up marking it with an 'X' from a red sharpie that he pulled from his pocket. This begs the question of 'why does Max have a red sharpie in his pocket?', which, to anyone who knows him, leads to the answer of 'This is Max we're talking about. Their are too many possible answers to list them all.'