<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Karter%20and%20Hexx/KarterAvi.png)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Karter%20and%20Hexx/Chester.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Karter Dean</strong>& Chester Meeks<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Tryx & Slipscreen<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Student/Junior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Genesis Hall, Front Lawn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The B's, Greg<hr/><br/><strong>"Oh. My. God!"</strong>Karter skidded to a stop just before the front doors of Genesis hall her sneakers squeaking on the floor. for a few seconds all she did was stand there, her mouth dropped open in disbelief.<br/><br/>"Heh." Was all Chester could say as he ran a hand over his hair uncomfortably then shoved his hands into the pockets of his cargo shorts. His head felt light, like it might float up to the ceiling at any moment.<br/><br/><strong>"Dude! What did you do?!"</strong>Moving closer to him she reached up and ran a hand through his dark hair. It could still be considered long by some people's standards but that beautiful braid he'd had trailing down his back just a bit ago... it was gone! She felt like she should be in mourning or something for the loss.<br/><br/>"Got into it in detention with some loser. He started it, but I finished it. They called my parents though and this was the punishment." He shrugged trying to play it off but even that motion reminded him of his loss as there was no weightly slide of his braid across he t-shirt. Though he did have to admit that out of everything, feeling Karter's hand in his hair wasn't that bad. Especially since she had yet to stop touching it. "Pops has been looking for a way to get me to cut it anyhow. This was just an excuse."<br/><br/><strong>"Damn. I'm sorry Ches..."</strong>She really was. It wasn't like she brushed his hair and put barrettes in it or anything but she had used to toy with it from time to time. Hell it had been awesome when he'd dressed up as Vega from Street Fighter last Halloween. She would miss his hair but more importantly she knew he would. It had been some weird source of pride for him and the other girlies had liked messing with it too. Slowly she pulled her hand back from his hair and crossed her arms over her chest, regarding him with a slight frown.<br/><br/>"Ah, its no biggie Karter. It will grow back... eventually. Anyway, I still got longer hair than you right?" He grinned and ruffled her hair, making her laugh and push him away.<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah yeah. Lets get out of this dorm. I need distracting... from that girlie haircut of yours."</strong>She laughed again and headed for the door, her laughter growing louder as she heard Chester growl behind her and then she was suddenly lifted and the world went poof!<br/><br/><div align="center">~~~</div><br/>By the time the two came to a stop on the front lawn (it really hadn't taken long at all considering Chester's rate of acceleration) Karter had somehow been swung around onto Chester's back where she admittedly clung in fear of falling off while in whatever place that was they'd streaked through.<br/><br/>"K-Karter! Karter!" Chester wheezed, his hand coming up to try and pry her arms loose from where they were strangling him. "Karter... can't breathe."<br/><br/>Karter made herself let go, sorta slumping against him but not getting down since she wasn't sure she could stand.<strong>"Sorry... just... you know I hate your teleporting."</strong><br/><br/>Chester took a few breaths then started to laugh. "Serves you right for that cheap shot you fired!"<br/><br/><strong>"Oh don't even go there because I soooo owe you for that fo--"</strong>Karter cut off as she realized the B's and Greg were out on the lawn only a few feet away. Coughing, Karter hoped down from Chester's back and popped him once hard enough to turn his laugh into a choking cough.<strong>"Idiot."</strong><br/><br/>"At least you can't pull my hair anymore." He said, slipping out of her reach once he'd recovered. Standing up straight he looked over at Greg and lifted his chin in greeting. "Sup dude." A glance to the B's had him smirking as he inclined his head in their direction as well, "ladies. What brings you all out on this fine day?" He wasn't necessarily friends with any of them but Chester didn't consider them enemies either. Besides, he was inclined to be friendly toward anyone until they gave him a reason not to be.