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[h3][color=fdc68a]~Graham Turner~[/color][/h3]

To the left.

Graham shot to the left.

Right.

Back to his original side then.

Big dude straight ahead. Stop and redirect.

Graham came to a skidding halt. Good thing he did, or he and the human boulder in front of him would have...all who was he kidding? He’d slam into the guy and bounce off. Dude probably wouldn’t even notice, either. Right then. Where next? Ah. Graham wove in and out of the crowd, not exactly able to see over their heads, unsure of where exactly he was heading. He just wanted to get to the other side.

And he did.

Graham shot out of the crowd and stumbled a few steps. Right into the path of some suit-and-tie lady. Crap. Unlike Graveler back there, this chick might actually take a fall as well. Unable to stop his momentum, Graham closed his eyes and braced for impact.

Bracing.

Bracing.

Oh god, any minute now.

Bracing.
 
Brac-

Huh. Shouldn’t she have run into him by now?

Graham opened his eyes. Nada. Zilch. No woman, no crash.

Well. The boy stood horribly confused for a moment. Did she dodge out of the way? Those were some amazing reflexes if she did. He turned around, searching. Zilch. She gone, bro. But would that really be the weirdest thing he had seen today? Not even close. The boy was about to push his way back into the crowd, but he noticed they had sort of stopped. Why? He looked towards the front. The Vice Prinicipal looked like she was shooting the shit with a girl in a wheelch-

Straitjacket. Wheeled around.

Hannibal Lecter? Err...Hannibal Lecter’s daughter?

WHOA. NO. DON’T. JUST DON’T. NOT COOL, BRO. YOU DON’T DO THAT.

Graham actually slapped himself in the face. Hard. His reward? A throbbing red handprint on his face, and the confused stares of some of the students beside him. He didn’t notice though. He was too busy berating himself for being a wretched hive of scum and villainy. 

Great. So he couldn’t look to the front without guilt slapping him around. And the rear was, well, MAYBE preferable. No. After bringing forth potential social misery upon a poor unsuspecting girl, he couldn’t rightly go back that way. Well done Graham. Kudos. 

He had to hide. Where to hide, where to hide? Was there a paperbag nearby that he could bury his traitorous head in? Nope. No luck. But he did notice something while he was looking around: Alexis, Cheol, and Kitty had just entered stage right. Well, he noticed the cast. Close enough, yeah?

Bingo.

The red-headed menace trotted back through the crowd, bobbing and weaving in all the right places, before ending up marching in step with the trio. He looked over, his guilt and worry still plastered all over his face like a billboard, and offered a shaky smile.

[color=fdc68a]“Hola, peeps.”[/color]
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