[center][h2][color=ABB2B9]Allen Hops[/color][/h2][/center]
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[b][u]His dorm room.[/u][/b]
[b][u]Eliana via text [@lovely complex] Will [@Smarty0114]. [/u][/b]
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b]Plotting ←Concerned.[/center]

  It was all a little elaborate. But Benny had to be sure it would work. If anyone could ensure a foolproof plan, it was Magic Hat. After the knock at the door he stopped arc welding. [color=abb2b9][i]Okay, maybe this was way too elaborate. But who the hell cares because it’s my party now.[/i][/color]

  Days had gone by since Benny had seen his roommate. He had developed a few theories as to why the room was all his own these days. Maybe the speedy man had become so fast he accidentally phased out of existence. Or better yet… It was the illuminati. They had taken him, just like they would take everyone else at this breeding ground for super soldiers called “Mayweather”. Just to up his paranoia game, Benny had a LOT of traps now. Somewhat fortunately for whoever was going to walk through his door next, the only one he had rigged up was the non-lethal grenades. Not those flamethrowers near the bed side... Or the rigged shotguns full of salt rounds poking up slightly from the floorboards. He was basically giving whoever attacked his fortifications first a free pass to their bodily integrity. Lucky them, right?

   Beneath his arc welding clothes Benny was wearing a disguise, so that he completely resembled the M.I.A. Terrence O’Brien. [color=abb2b9][i]I never thought I would say this…[/i][/color] He thought to himself. [color=abb2b9][i]But… Thanks, illuminati.[/i][/color] Whoever had disappeared his roommate had done him an immense favor for the time being, since now he was free to pretend to be Mr. Dash McQuick himself. Aside from the moving quickly part.

  As for the arc welder, well there were some wires in this room attached to switches on his makeshift arc welding table. And the switches weren’t anything to do with welding. They would drop primed flash grenades from Benny’s ceiling, immediately blinding anyone not wearing say… A welding mask. For over three hours. [i][color=abb2b9]An effective “oh crap” button, if I do say so myself.[/color][/i] Benny thought. To himself. He took off his heatproof gloves and revealed the person attacking he and Terrence’s door, looking into Will’s face with the eyes of a true hero, and reflecting them back at him with a nonchalant luster, as if he really were the quickest guy in Mayweather. [color=abb2b9][b]”Oh shit you look pissed. What happened?”[/b][/color] Benny recalled Terrence’s tutor, Will. Of course… He must have talked to Peter already. Hopefully guile wins this round, but we’ll see, he thought to himself, sizing up Will. [color=abb2b9][b]”Hey, tell me about it in one second okay? Maybe three tops.”[/b][/color] Benny decided Terrence was a bit of a hilarious jerk, for the sake of the moment. Also texting might throw off any telepathy that Will… Could possibly have. He wasn’t sure who the hell could see directly into his thoughts in this building and ruin everything right off that bat for him.

[center]To: [Color=darkcyan]theGirlwiththeMadGaze[/color]
[color=abb2b9]Hey what’s today hitting you with?[/color][/center]