<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, Open<strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Suddenly, Bence’s mind was full of French and he didn't even know French! The voice hadn't sounded like his if his thoughts even had a voice.<br/><br/><strong>Nothing to be sorry for...relax. I had fun. Pretty sure you did too. It’s all good.</strong><br/><br/>It was relieving to hear that she wasn't going to make a big deal out of last night.  Another girl soon joined them, a beautiful blonde. He noticed that she was staring at him and he was unsure if that had been a good thing or a bad thing.<br/><br/><strong>Hey, Vi...who’s your friend?</strong><br/><br/>Bence smiled. She had just reminded him.<br/><br/>“Aw shit, I didn't even introduce myself…” he started.<br/><br/><em>This chick gets all the good looking guys. I don’t get it!</em><br/><br/>Bence’s friendly smile cracked into a flattered grin for a second...wait...her lips hadn't even moved. The grin slowly faltered on his face as he stared at the blonde as though she was a freak and then his confused and frightened eyes shifted to the dancer.<br/><br/>He...could here her panicky thoughts. She started speaking French again. It was so annoying. He didn’t know what the fuck she was saying.<br/><br/><em>English mutha fucka do you speak it!?</em>he found himself thinking, rattling off a classic movie reference.<em>How the fuck can I hear you bitches?! You witches are freakin’ me out with your hocus pocus bullshit!</em><br/><br/>They must have looked weird. Three people standing there silently in a gaggle, giving each other strange and intense looks.