<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/45/31/0e/45310ed9cd6dd045be76a075e78d1a49.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Santiago Leon<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Purple Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Evening/October 1st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>BYOB Pub<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bence, Kara, Vivienne, Isabella<br/><hr/><br/>Perhaps it was the alcohol or the concern of dismissing his newfound imaginary friend, but the first few statements by Bence's mobicyte came off as what Santiago assumed was uninteresting bar chatter that he was just overly sensitive to hearing. The final one after Bence finished his drink, however, came off as clear as Christmas Day.<em>Ah, shit. More voices?</em>Although Santiago didn't actually put up his dukes, his guard was immediately up. Last time a riot aimed solely at him followed. His challenge to Bence was irrelevant now as he expected the oddly dressed loner to be the first one to take a swing. Being familiar with the bar, Santiago knew where the exits were, and was prepared to fight his way out as quickly as possible. Oh, man, killing Derek was going to suck.<br/><br/><strong>Relax, killer. It's just Red. Pink and Black aren't too far off either.</strong><br/><br/>If only the paranoid brawler knew what his original mind-invader meant. That's when Santiago's attention was brought to the door of the bar opening behind himself and a blonde gringa, funny enough in a partially pink dress, followed by an dark-haired asiática in a blatantly revealing black blouse entered and approached the billiards area without hesitation. Assassins this attractive were only in movies, but who was he to question it at this point? His inner stowaway clearly was being too calm. Then Santiago realized he actually may have been the one overreacting when the punkish girl presented herself as a friendly rather than a foe as she joined the pool table where he and Bence resided, but, more-so, how the fuck did she know about those mother fuckers from earlier she referenced as 'psycho clones'?<br/><br/>Santiago's eyes were sharp and intense upon Vivienne as her thoughts crept into his mind, and when she mentioned the names of herself and Kara, his stare traveled to the contrastingly bubbly appearing girl at her side, and then back to his almost pool opponent across the table. Before he could respond with anything,<em>She</em>interjected once more.<br/><br/><strong>And there's Green, right on que. She's female this time. Aren't you boys lucky to be part of such a team.</strong><br/><br/>How many head turns was Santiago going to have to make? Isabella's entrance wouldn't escape him, but his silence had to cease before anybody else who was going to add to his insanity showed up. "Who in god's name are you people?!" The Latin forced out in hopes to finally gain some type of answer.