<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/tumblr_mg7sf7o4WE1r5rym1o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Karter Dean & Chester Meeks<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Tryx & Slipscreen<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Student/Junior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Detention<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<hr/>"Hey... Slim?"<br/><br/>Her head came up slowly from the tattoo design she was currently drawing on Chester's arm, mischief already gleaming in her blue gaze. "Yes?"<br/><br/>"Wanna get out of here?"<br/><br/>Her attention turned to the very disinterested staff member--he worked in the office or something--that was currently seated at the front of the room with a newspaper spread open and laying across his face, then turned back to her bestie. "Dude, I thought you'd never ask." She batted her eyelashes at him and capped her sharpie. The dragon she'd been styling on his flesh was incomplete but the outline was there. She'd have to remember that one though and try it again sometime.<br/><br/>"Where to?"<br/><br/>"Don't care. Just out." Her leg was already bouncing with the urge to move. Sitting still for long stretches was never an easy deal for her.<br/><br/>Chester thought for a minute then nodded, "Okay. Lets do this. Move toward the trash can like you're throwing something away. I'll grab you and we're out in one pop." He hated that he still hadn't master teleporting from a standing, or seated as it were, position. For whatever reason his power worked better when the person or object, or even he himself, was already in motion. He supposed there was some scientific reason behind that but he had yet to even make an attempt to understand it. He'd probably be forced to do so this year though if he wanted to make any improvements.<br/><br/>"Gotcha." Karter winked at him as she slipped on her backpack, pulling the straps so it rode high on her back as usual, and stood. There was no real indication that she was doing anything in particular as she marched toward the trash can near the front of the class but had the staff member been looking he would have seen the knowledge clear as day in that pixie face. As she neared the trash can she tensed expectantly, timing it so that she swiveled around in her Vans just as she felt the puff of air that signaled Chester's arrival. That and the second puff of air in rapid succession also ruffled the newspaper and had the staff member sitting up rather suddenly.<br/><br/><em><strong>"Hey! No funny business!"</strong></em>He pulled the newspaper from his face as he blustered,<em><strong>"get back to... your... seat?"</strong></em>He frowned as he saw nothing but a scattering of bored students seated and doing various things.