<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/36/c7/ee/36c7ee071cc6d56a6f390852faad369f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Benson "Bence" Marconi<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Red Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>BYOB Bar; right off campus<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><br/><strong>Kiss and makeup?</strong><br/><br/>Bence looked up at the woman who stood before him. He remembered her. He had thought she was a snobby bitch at first, but she too had been a part of…<em>this.</em>Whatever<em>this</em>was. He stared right through her, leaving her standing there with her hand extended. How could everyone just be so cool about what had happened? Bence’s brown eyes swept over his surrounding vicinity once more. Life just…resumed.<br/><br/><strong>Are you all right, Bence?</strong><br/><br/>There was that voice again in his head. Nope. Bence rose to his feet on his own and stepped passed Isabella and paused to say, “Oh yeah…thanks for the clothes,” before he started across the field. He didn’t look back or come back. His Mobicyte said nothing as much as it wanted to commune with its kin and the other rangers. It had really thought that Bence had the potential to be an amazing ranger, but now it was thinking it chose the wrong host.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>B.Y.O.B Pub</strong></span></span></div><br/><div align="center">(https://s3-media3.fl.yelpcdn.com/bphoto/S7rsUSzoZDnpB38NHwrBrw/ls.jpg)</div><br/>Bence needed a break from everyone and everything, including the little guy in his head. The dive bar right off campus seemed to be the best spot. No night clubs or strip bars with their loud music and titties. He needed a place to relax. He had himself a mixed drink. The infamous blue concoction, Adios Motherfucker. It seemed to be a favorite among college kids because one only needed a few glasses to get the buzz. Bence had more than a few glasses, which was evident when he was at the pool table trying to line up his cue. He saw two and the balls were blurry.<br/><br/><strong>Why do Humans do this to themselves? Your sensory functions are completely impaired.</strong><br/><br/>Bence started singing softly to himself—mostly to block out his Mobicyte’s voice and to insinuate that he wasn’t listening to it:<em>The lunatic is in my head…</em><br/><br/>The harder he frowned at the point he wanted on the white ball, then the better he focused (so it seemed). He struck the ball and the break hadn’t been as good as he wanted, but he managed to sink a solid. Straightening the cue, he walked over to his glass and took a gulp from it.<br/><br/><strong>We shouldn’t be away from the others. The enemy is out there.</strong><br/><br/>Setting his drink down, Bence just resumed playing.