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[b]Interacting With:[/b]  Cecilia, Sylvia, Amelia [@Legion02], Kayla [@BeastofDestiny], Hugo, Sam, Gianna[@lovely complex], Jace 
[b]Mood:[/b] Confident → Annoyed → Lovestruck → Calm → Serious[/center][hr]
As his long legs briskly took him to the Control Room, Leon reflected on the headache that not only he faced, but the Headmasters and Professor Lovelace as well. He wasn’t late to the meeting, no, but a few others were. Not of their own fault, luckily, otherwise Cecilia would have their heads on a platter. Rather this was the cause of a massive mix up caused by the one and only Sylvia Vargas. Leave it to Mayweather’s very own “princess” to screw everything up, right? Sure, he would have loved to have been in the tournament, but that wasn’t going to happen. He’d won last years tournament after all. 

The beaming man strode in with a waft of confidence and pleasant cologne, waving Professor Lovelace down. Currently, it looked like the participants were voting on their opponents for the arena. He could only imagine what kind of setup they’d have this year. Last year had been some kind of maze wherein he worked with another person to get through the trials and tribulations they faced. Afterward, the remaining teams squared off with one another until one set was left. The last pair, the two that had shared the experience of victory together and cultivated a strong bond, then faced off. Needless to say, it resulted in him winning. It was an especially proud moment for him sure, and standing here in the Control Room, an air of nostalgia hit him.

[color=#506256]”Professor Lovelace. Just popped in to tell you that you might have a few stragglers. Ms. Vargas over here caused a bit of a mess in the system when she decided to put herself in the tournament. God knows why though. Can’t see her winnin’ with those dainty powers of hers.”[/color] he expressed, his slight Southern accent oozing into his words, to the strong blonde in front him. Lovelace was tough, yeah, but once you got to know her, she wasn’t that bad. Leon liked to think that she enjoyed having him around, but it was kind of hard to tell with her. [color=goldenrod]”Oh fuck off, Leon. I can’t help I’m [i]special.[/i]”[/color] The familiar redhead’s cheesegrater of a voice racked through his head. Damn, she never knew when to shut up, did she? His head snapped over to her and his dark eyes narrowed, daring her to continue talking. [color=#506256]”Yeah, you’re gonna be [i]real[/i] special when I put my boot up yo’ ass.”[/color] Sylvia looked like she was going to say something, but her gaze diverted upwards, staring at something unknown to him.

In the corner of his eye, he saw Amelia. Her luscious blonde hair, those striking blue eyes, the ample curves that kept him locked on… She was beautiful. No, she was more than beautiful; she was heavenly. His lips parted slightly, always so dumbfounded when he got to staring at her. [color=#506256]”Damn, Amelia, you look fine [i]as hell[/i] today, girl.”[/color] he blurted out loudly. This wasn’t a rare occurrence. In fact, it was pretty common that he’d commend Amelia on something that’d she’d done or how she looked on a given day. He wasn’t exactly discreet about his feelings, and it was hardly a secret that he really liked the vampiress. To the side, he could hear Sylvia burst out in a raucous chorus of laughter before she strode out the room herself, causing his cheeks to get warm. Why he hadn’t asked Amelia on a date yet was beyond him.

Clearing his throat, he got back to his business with Lovelace. [color=#506256]”Anyway, I’ve got a couple of my people gathering the last few. I’m about to go get Hugo from the White Room right now. Do you want them to come back here? Or…?”[/color] he asked the Professor, quirking an eyebrow at her. [color=8493ca]“Send them to my office. I’ll update them there.”[/color] she responded. With a nod, Leon backed away and started out. His business here was concluded. [color=#506256]”Alright, y’all have a good time now. If you got any questions about anything, I’ll help you as much as I can.”[/color] he addressed the participants, being as helpful as he could be. It’d be their decision if they chose to come find him, after all. It would probably be a wise choice though, considering all things. As he stepped outside, Leon suddenly remembered something somewhat important. Turning around, he pointed at Kayla. [color=#506256]”Kayla Styles. Come see me when you have a chance. I’ve got somethin’ for ya.”[/color] With his final words, the Warden saw himself out. Now to find that weed head Hugo…

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A hustle and a bustle later, Leon was entering into the White Room. Boy, was this a scene. Sam and Gianna in the same room? Who the hell decided that was a good idea? At least one of the professors was here to watch over the proceedings, else he might have come to witness a murder scene. [color=#506256]”Hugh. You got 5 minutes to get to Lovelace’s office. [i]Now.[/i]”[/color] he half-joked, knowing fully well that the Rasta man could get there in moment’s notice. The Warden was exactly the biggest fan of him, considering his “hobbies”, but he was nice enough and didn’t get into [i]too much[/i] trouble. [color=#506256]”Also, while I’m here... Sam, Gianna. You two have exactly one week to settle your differences or I’m gonna be knockin’ heads. I’m not gonna tolerate this petty bullshit between you two on school grounds.”[/color] An air of tension seized up as he addressed the elephant in the room. His threat was genuine, and he was sure they knew it. Leon didn’t exactly have the authority that the Professors did, but he did have [i]some[/i] jurisdiction. They’d be damned if they thought he wasn’t going to use the full extent of his powers to put their little feud down too.

Some days, Leon wished Gianna wasn’t so… power hungry, he supposed. She was an attractive woman and plenty smart, but she didn’t use what she had for any good. As far as he was concerned, now she was just as bad as Sylvia. Okay, maybe not [i]that[/i] bad, but it was a close call. [color=#7d393d]”Well, I think it’s appalling that Seniors don’t have anything to do with this Mr. and Ms. Congeniality thing. Why don’t we have an awards ceremony? Confetti awards! For everybody!”[/color] Leon’s head turned to see who spoke up, diverting the conversation back to the formal before he had added tension to the room. The face was familiar, though much different from what he remembered. [color=#506256]”Blink Dog? God damn, you look you jumped straight out of an anime. Can’t judge though. I love me some Inuyasha.”[/color] he commented out loud. That’s one thing you could count on Leon doing: speaking his mind. The eccentric man swiveled his chair around, gave the Warden a curious glance, and then proceeded to gleefully pelt him with confetti. 

What in the hell? Tris seemed a bit off his rocker now. Absolutely a different person from the man he remembered tossing into what he and the other Wardens called “the Cave” every other day. It wasn’t exactly jail or prison, but it was a holding area for the horribly intoxicated or those who needed some time to cool off. Mentally, Leon made a note of Blink Dog’s seemingly unstable state. He hadn’t seen the man in close to a year, now that he thought about it. Maybe he was just tripping on something new? Heaven only knew. 

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[i]Written by [@lovely complex][/i]

[i]Reintroducing [color=8dc73f]Danny Leoni[/color], Senior Journalist extraordinaire and head editor of Mayweather - He is a apathetic hero known as "The Unswayed".  His mind is completely filled with white noise which makes it impossible for any mind manipulators to have their way with him. Along with that, he can extend his ability to fill an area of his choosing with the same white noise that is in his head. Last time he was seen was at the Heroes Only party.

And don't forget [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3787713]Public Relations Director[/url] of Student Council, [color=#ed872d]Jace Duran[/color], Delphina Senior, "Inferno Fist". [/i][/center][hr]
[indent]This meeting was complete balls - why did he have to be here again? Jace leaned in his chair bored as shit. He had nothing to add to this dumb ass dance that gave college kids another reason to outshine each other. Yawning, he wondered how long he had to sit here. He was the guy who was basically the main advertiser of both schools. They needed some Delphina students on council so they forced him to be the 'Public Relations' guy. Good thing he didn't mind informing his fellow student body about the lame shit the school had planned for them. He also had full access to the school's website, so yeah pretty good deal for not really giving a damn. However, this was dragging on and he needed a goddamn smoke. Leon's entrance was a perfect time to bounce the fuck out. Rising from his seat, Jace stretched his rather handsome physique "[color=#ed872d]Gonna take a dump.[/color]"

Krysta immediately interjected in disgust, "[color=#872657]You're disgusting[/color]."

"[color=#ed872d]I'm human, baby.[/color]" He gave the uptight bitch a wink, brought his gaze to Mrs. P, who simply smiled, which gave him the OKAY (she totally loved him), then made his exit. Coolly waving while walking, he chuckled, "[color=#ed872d]Leon, definitely stick your foot up Krysta's ass, she could use the pain.[/color]" 

[color=#506256]”I already made that threat earlier. Low lifes like you don’t get to use it.”[/color] Leon quickly retorted, glowering at Mr. Inferno Fist with some intensity. Like Jace, he exited after his business was complete, though headed toward the complete opposite direction he was, to the outside world. God forbid he have to deal with that scumbag today.

Strolling down a book aisle, Jace caught sight of his 'buddy' Danny Leoni, a guy, who shared a similar interest with him - you know, journalism. He started to whistle the rhythm to Flo Rida's song Whistle, which signaled Danny that he was near. The scrawny senior turned his head to see Inferno Fist and simply sighed. Jace gestured with his head for the Hero to join him in the bathroom. Both making their own paths to the same destination, the man with dark hair with a dash of red by his bangs took out a pack of cigs. Not really caring about people seeing him with it or not. Once he entered the loo, he made sure no one was in the bathroom. After a couple of minutes, Danny followed in and locked the door behind him. By the time the hero boy entered, Jace was already by the window and blowing out smoke. 

"[color=8dc73f]What do you want, Jay?[/color]" Danny, who usually does not have emotion written on his face, stared at the villain with annoyance. 

Letting smoke leave his lips slowly, the Delphina student gazed out the window toward the sky, "[color=#ed872d]You have something that can spice up this petty feud. You know what I'm talking about.[/color]"

"[color=8dc73f]You have far more influence than me, [i]Gossip Boy[/i].[/color]" Walking toward the villain, Danny snatched the cig away from him and took a drag. Shrugging, Jace leaned against the wall and grinned at him. 

"[color=#ed872d]Liked the newest post, Danny boy? Pretty tight shit, I'd say. Lu and El possibly fucking? God, I can't wait until someone gets that on vid. Stuff like that could really make your paper popular.[/color]" He took a moment to run his hand through his hair - Jace was a damn sexy man and he knew it. 

Danny was well aware that Jace Duran was the current moderator of the Delphina Times, though not creator. The gal that made the site had long graduated. It gets passed down to people they deem worthy to handle the task. "[color=8dc73f]You want me to make a gossip column... for the school's newspaper?[/color]" Passing him back his cancer stick, Danny gently blew smoke out the window. His dark gaze examined the taller man, contemplating his motives. 

"[color=#ed872d]Not necessarily. Maybe something more like Dear Abby, though we could name her Sophia, since I like Sophia. I'll name my future child that, for sure.[/color]" Placing the fag back into his mouth, he smiled, knowing that Mr. Leoni was intrigued - a mouse caught in his trap, "[color=#ed872d]We create a anonymous persona of someone, maybe based off that Sylvia bitch, who knows more than she should. Someone, who would be willing to advise these troubled students that get their shit blasted on the web. Someone, who talks about her opinions on the juice.[/color]" He paused and let the smoke flow out of his lips, it flowed around them and hit Danny's face. Taking the delicious narcotic out of his lips, he flicked the ashes out the window, "[color=#ed872d]Just imagine how popular your paper will get.[/color]"

"[color=8dc73f]I'm listening.[/color]" Danny's arms were crossed and his foot made a melodic tap in the bathroom. 

"[color=#ed872d]Good, 'cuz I didn't want to blast something I found out about you. Google is great. You should check out your name more often. [i]Scandalous[/i]. I'm impressed, but you may want to make sure you take that shit down, you know with your money. But don't worry, I got a copy of the vid.[/color]"

"[color=8dc73f]Are you blackmailing me?[/color]" 

Tilting his head back, Jace couldn't help but nonchalantly let out a laugh that felt like a deep river washing over a path of stones, "[color=#ed872d]Only if you decline. Dude, this is a win win situation.[/color]" He paused to make sure Danny understood that he wanted this to be a mutual business relationship, "[color=#ed872d]Plus, I want you, Mayweathers, to be in on the juice. I gave you access because you're [i]special[/i] to me and hell, because of me you've had some really good articles. I think you owe me. Work for me, Danny boy. You won't regret it.[/color]"

Tossing the cig out the window, Danny rolled his eyes, "[color=8dc73f]I don't think I have a choice.[/color]" [/indent]