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Before was, to put it mildly, <******** OVERWHELMED. He hadn't quite figured out what sort of persona he needed to adopt when dealing with the group outside of training. One on one, he was completely fine with being himself, which was overly eager, obnoxious, and maybe more than a little pathetic. (You ought to cease thinking about yourself this way, silly Before.)

He ended up retreating into himself, plastering a thoroughly forced smile on his face while everyone else chatted, argued, or mingled. Bix and that guy in the awesome shirt started planning things and soon games were being announced. Before would have been the first to sign up, really, he would because his Bro was running it. But he found himself too comfortable in melding with the wall to get off his a** and do something about it.

And then Tika arrived. Any semblance of composure the teal-eyed Hunter had promptly flew out the window. Without speaking, Before immediately found himself tongue-tied and breaking out into a nervous sweat. Oh! She signed up for the games? M-maybe this would be the perfect chance to get to know her better!!! 8DDDD

Before decided he wanted in on the games too! (owo)g

Except by the time he came to that decision, sign ups had closed and Tike was partnered with someone else. Who. Was. Not. Him.

;A;!!!!!

TTATT!!!!!!!!!!

QAQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before scooted towards the corner to sulk. 8CCCCCC

... While I enjoy the fact you wish for solitude, this is most UNBECOMING, Vanna hissed in embarrassment. You are not a child! Cease acting like one! Or if you must insist, do so in the privacy of your quarters! the neutral :I expression on the bottle-cap pin on Before's shirt suddenly shifted into a frown >8C.

Reluctantly, Before sucked in a deep breath of air, and promptly yelled: "YOU CAN WIN THIS, TIKA!!!!" Why yes, he was showing his obviously biased support of the Hunter with the ********. Oh! "And uh, you too, Jordan. I guess." Yes, mention her partner, too. It makes you look far less suspicious of favoritism, Before. Smooth~

Jordan looked around, blinking. He didn't recall having met Tika, though he remembered her name; she looked like a competent kind of woman. He offered her a friendly smile and a handshake. "Nice to meet you," he said. "I'm Jordan." He grinned, a little sheepishly. "You want to push the chair or ride it?"

He grinned at Before, not minding the clear bias. He had his own biases, after all. "Thanks, man," he called back.

Commented on her chest? Marcus blinked before his eyes slowly drifted south and stopped.
Dis, did you-
Could you blame me?
...........No.
Eyes drifted back up and Marcus felt his cheeks turn a light pink. "Possibly." As the teams were announced, Marcus Was still a touch pink and gave Davey a slight nod. "Good luck." His mind was still conversing with Dis, and trying to block out what he was saying about boobs. As he faced the girl he was trying his best to ignore the 'features' of Marcus reached over and let his fingers lace with her's. Dis prodding him, the blade managed to get the moon hunter to start. "If we win-"
SAYIYSAYITSAYIT
"Will I get a kiss?"

HAHAHAHAHAH MAN. You are so weak. You were supposed to invite her to your room on a date.
You're terrible.
Said the one who can't make up his mind if he wants to flirt or act like a weak little school boy with a crush.
...Touche.
You need to be more aggressive, I would normally say more sexy but then she might die of sexy over dose.

Marcus's blush deepened.

Bix pulled out his stationary desk chair and did a loud "AHEM AHEEEEEM!" as the teams began to gather and decide on who would ride and who would push.

"OKAY!" It seemed like the crowd quieted a bit. "This is how the race works.. obviously you are going to race. One person pushes and the other person defends.. with THESE!" He reached behind him and whipped out two fluffy pillows. "The rider may whack the other team with a pillow if they want to try and throw them off. First team to the end wins!" He tossed the pillows to Marcus and Madison.

"TEAM ONE AND TEAM TWO ARE UP FIRST!" He waved a blue washcloth like a racing flag. "I will be your sexy race girl." He cracked up a bit at himself. "This will be like a tournament so the loser will race Team Three and then both winning teams will race again for the championship!"





1] Each team will choose who is pushing and who is defending.

2] When I post a GO post, each team member will roll and RP out the result of their rolls. One post per player, per turn.
- DEFENDERS: Roll 1d10. If you roll 1-6 you MISS your opponents. If you roll 7-10 you HIT your opponent for -5 distance.
- PUSHER: Roll 2d20 and add up the totals. This will determine how far you have pushed your team mate! The goal is 100 !

3] Please post your HIT/MISS with the amount at the end of the post! I will tally your distance in a 'BIX'S COMMENTARY' post at the end of a round. A round is over when each team member has rolled once.

4] Non-racers are free to cheer, comment and RP freely while the race is going on.

Remember to wait for my GO post! You still have time to have your team pick pusher / defender!

Unfortunately for Dis, Cass did not give out Coupon books. At least not this early in the game...as far as she knew. But it did seem like Cass was enjoying herself about as much as Marcus was enjoying all the 'normalcy', grinning as she sat down on the wheeled chair and pulling her legs up onto it with her. It was probably for the better that she was the seated one.

Her attempts to wheel anybody else around would either end up in disaster or great hilarity. Most likely the former.

However, Marcus getting fluster just got a smile from the girl, leaning against the back of the seat a bit and giving him this thoughtful look.

Cassandra, it would really be better for you both if you spent less time together. You seem to make him stop functioning.

<more time together, or else it'll just..be this way forever! Gotta fix it before it becomes a problem, Nicky.>>

Nicodemus Cass winced a bit at the voice, but that thoughtful look remained on her face.

"Alright, we can discuss a prize if you get one." she teased with a grin, holding out her other hand to take the pillow he'd been passed.

"Yeah," Harrison said, looking sidelong at the chair races, and then at the guy standing next to him. He was pretty he'd heard that voice before, though. "Candace said that a lot of guys had already-" ...oh yeah. He definitely remembered.

"Holy s**t!" He clenched his paper plate in one hand, and in one quick motion, used the other to grip the front of Before's shirt.

"You're the guy that shot me in the a**."

Harrison hauled him forward, expression as dirty as Clint Eastwood at high noon.

"Blood?"

Harrison considered the shirt. It didn't look like Dior to him. It looked like a beat-up shirt with Ninja Turtles on it. He smirked, locking eyes with Before, then pulled him into a headlock and gave him a noogie.

"You made it too, huh! Hell, I'm glad to find somebody familiar."