<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, 8:45AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Central Fountain on Campus<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vivi, Kara, Jacob, Bella, Open<strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><br/><strong><em>I’ll think in whatever language I please, thank you.</em></strong><br/><br/><strong><em>Okay. Okay. Everyone shut the fuck up!...Calm down. We’ll figure this out. First of all…</em></strong><br/><br/>Bence stared wide-eyed and oblivious at Kara when she marched over to him and drove her fist into his arm. The punch made him jump in startle for he hadn’t been expecting her to punch him and he didn’t know who hurt who the worst. He rubbed his arm as he watched the blonde retreat to a spot on the fountain.<br/><br/><strong>Ooookay, fuck! No more of this…brain talking business.</strong><br/><br/><em>I can agree with that</em>, Bence thought and then quickly corrected himself, “I mean…yeah.”<br/><br/>He then glanced over to the new girl who just happened to be strolling by.<br/><br/><strong><em>Well at least this meeting of the minds has some high points.</em></strong><br/><br/><strong>No. No-no-no. Not you, too!</strong><br/><br/>“Are we reading everyone’s mind?” he questioned. He glanced over at a random student who was walking by listening to his large headphones that cupped his ears without a connector or headband. He narrowed his eyes as though he were burning a few brain cells trying to read the kid’s thoughts to no avail.<br/><br/><em>Nothing…</em><br/><br/><strong><em>OKAY! Hello. My name is Kara. I’m the idiot with her hand in the air.</em></strong><br/><br/>Bence returned his attention to Kara as she waved her hand about.<br/><br/><strong><em>Now, can we please play nice and figure this shit out? If not, I’d love to wake up from this dream right about now.</em></strong><br/><br/><em>Uh, yeah sorry about earlier. My name’s Bence…</em>. It felt so awkward to introduce himself in such a manner. He still couldn’t believe it and everything felt too real to be a dream. He had heard of lucid dreams before but this was…this was crazy.<br/><br/>Some guy walked up next. He seemed to know the dancer, which didn’t surprise him too much. She did work at a very popular club. Jacob made him realize that the telepathic communication they were having was making them all look weird and so he walked over to join Kara and Vivienne at the fountain. On his way over, he paused in mid transit when he overheard…what voice was this? Number 4 (not to include himself)? He glanced over at Jacob, giving him the strangest of looks—brow and corner of his lip raised as though he had just cut a nasty fart in their presence.<br/><br/><em>Not this guy too…</em>Bence thought before he took a seat next to Kara.<br/><br/>The preppy, model, prima donna, he didn’t know what to think of her besides those adjectives thought-spoke next:<br/><br/><strong><em>I suggest you join us since you are part of this situation whether you approve or not. As for a lover’s triangle, I think our intimacy at this point is past tab A into slot B antics. So please come join this gentleman that obviously shops at Baby Gap for some reason.</em></strong><br/><br/>Bence glanced over at Jacob and immediately raised the back of his fist as he snickered into it. Damn, she had jokes. He grinned humorously at the guy. He didn’t know who she was talking about, but he immediately suspected that she had been talking about Jake. The bitch didn’t even know him to have the balls to start insulting him with her stuck-up bull.<br/><br/><strong><em>My name is Isabella Santos or Bella if you like. And as much as I might enjoy watching the looks of others passing by, I might suggest appearing as if we are having a normal day.</em></strong><br/><br/>“Yeah? How about using less words then? You don’t gotta be fake with us. We’re not impressed,” Bence jeered.