<div class="floatleft">(http://origincache-ash.fbcdn.net/928248_636543246434014_1836941014_a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Benson "Bence" Marconi<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Red Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, 10:25 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fountain<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Jake, Ben, Bella<strong>Mention:</strong>Kara<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Bence felt like he was hyperventilating as he raced passed several other university students who gave him awkward looks, some he could read in their eyes that they figured he was late for a class—with seven freaks chasing him? Maybe they hadn’t realized it (or cared). All of a sudden he was starting to wish that he hadn’t worn his hoodie for all the running he was doing was tiring him out and making him burn up. Sweat stung at his eyes and he felt his ripped jeans chaffing at his thighs and the hand that gripped them.<br/><br/><strong><em>You look like you’re struggling,</em></strong>came the childish voice in his head.<br/><br/>Between pants, Bence explained, “I’m…not…a runner!”<br/><br/>It was easier to mind speak.<em>I’m heavier now than what I was yesterday. Who woulda’ thought 20 pounds made such a difference?</em><br/><br/><strong><em>I made you stronger. We had to match.</em></strong><br/><br/><em>What?</em><br/><br/><strong><em>Never mind. I’ll explain later. Look! The others are ahead!</em></strong><br/><br/>Bence squinting through the salty drops of his sweat glanced ahead at Jake and he didn’t exactly get the curly-headed guy’s name, but they were both kicking serious ass. He was feeling relieved seeing them. He even managed a weak grin through his suffering. Bence stopped between Jake and Ben, bending over to rest a hand on his knee, while his other continued to grip tightly at his jeans. He was panting so hard and forced himself to warn them:<br/><br/>“More…people…coming…” he panted.<br/><br/><em>Fuck this! There’s some more crazy fuckers right behind me—comin’ in stat! They’re trynna’ kill me or somethin’. I think one ov’ems Kara’s boyfriend. Fuck, I’m tired of this shit.</em><br/><br/><strong><em>Can anyone hear me!? Is everyone alright?</em></strong><br/><br/>Snobby-chick’s voice was suddenly in his head. Bence straightened and turned to face the seven fighters that were advancing on them. Still panting, he raised his fists and relayed back to wherever she was:<br/><br/><em>Hell no! These guys are trynna’ kick are asses for some reason. I’m with Jake and Curls at the fountain!</em><br/><br/>His jeans slowly descending his hips.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Player Goal:</strong>Rally.<br/><br/><strong>GM Permissions:</strong>No change.<br/><br/><strong>Enemy Number(s):</strong>7<br/><br/><strong>Notes:</strong><strong>There's been a time change. Refer to the time in this post.</strong>