<div class="floatleft">(https://s14.postimg.org/xfexi6pk1/1_PR.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vivienne "Vivi" Kajahara<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Black Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, early morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fountain > Athletic Centre Track<br/><strong>Mentions:</strong>Bence<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kara, Bella, Jake, Ben<br/><hr/><br/><em>Maybe we went a little too hard on Mr. Olympia,</em>Vivi thought idly to herself - or what would have formerly been only herself - while Bence stomped off like an angry Tyrannosaurus,<em>I think we hurt his feelings.</em>Or perhaps he just needed some alone time to process things. Either way, she doubted that it would be the last they'd see of him, especially after how he'd been concentrating so hard to memorize Kara's number. He must have forgotten that they could all hear each other's thoughts.<br/><br/>Getting ditched apparently had the other boys panicking a little as well, and now there were all sorts of improbable theories being thrown around haphazardly. Then again, with what they were all experiencing, it was hard for Vivi to simply discount them outright, as easy and tempting as that might be.<em>Alright, well, you boys can stand around here and swap your UFO stories and weird dreams while I teach Blondie to respect her betters. Let us know what you find out.</em>She was actually starting to like the whole telepathy thing, it made blurting out ridiculous shit in the middle of campus way easier. Then again, it was probably all fun and games until they started broadcasting their sexual fantasies or something.<br/><br/><em>Oh shit...baseball, baseball, baseball! Phew.</em><br/><br/>That would make for a pretty good betting pool though, trying to guess who slipped up first about someone else in their little hexad. She'd have to propose it the next time they all met up.<br/><br/><strong>"And yeah, I got you, girl,"</strong>Vivi replied to Bella's question about painting her nails just before they were about to split up, herself and Kara continuing towards the track while Bella hit up the store.<strong>"I have just the shade of deep green (https://s25.postimg.org/8gp81udv3/cc4b465b5af221c40e3246f36558359b.jpg), best of both worlds. Text Kara your number and she'll give it to me, she's my bitch. Soon to be two-bit stripper bitch."</strong><br/><br/>And what better way to remind her of that than another crushing defeat in a race? Tossing her phone onto the grass next to her teammate's - because weight savings - Vivi joined her friend for a bit of stretching until they were both warmed up and ready to go.<br/><br/><strong>"Okay, let's put you out of your misery. One full lap.</strong>They always raced one full lap, but she had to specify, since she didn't put it past Kara to try pulling something otherwise. The pair of them got set up behind the white lines painted over the track's reddish-brown synthetic surface while Vivi counted down.<strong>"Three...two...one!"</strong>It wasn't her best start ever, probably to be expected considering last night and the fact that she'd barely gotten any sleep, but still, she'd always finished ahead of the blonde with at least a few seconds to spare, so she didn't expect this time to be any different. And she couldn't see Kara anywhere, so that had to mean that she was indeed ahead. As usual.<br/><br/><em>I swear, you take the dumbest bets!</em>Talking shit without wasting any breath, that had to be one more in the 'pros of telepathy' column.