/\Christian Urel/\

He visibly relaxed when he saw that his sign language was not illegible to everyone and quickly gave a thumbs up with a smile. He sighed in relief and began to sign more words.

'I am C-H-R-I-S-T-I-A-N.'

Spelling out a name was necessary for names or particularly strange words. He looked to the slightly smaller boy and grinned before sticking out his hand in wait for a hand shake. His hands had some graphite on them, odd considering he couldn't recall sketching anything before he stepped through the gates. Though, that didn't matter now. What mattered was finding out what the hell was going on.
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~Ashling McGuffin~

The practiced midwife rolled her eyes as the prima donna was hit on and went to the windows, near the boy that had claimed them to be reinforced. She knocked on the nuts and bots a few times, trying to twist them with her calloused hands, but to no avail. She sighed and pushed back from them, looking at the silver haired girl that was just hit on. "It won't budge. Don't suppose you've got some sort of wrench in your bloomers or nothin' then?"