Clarke

Breeds

"Hey, if you guys wanna take each other down, do so after the round's over. We're being judged for this, no?" Caufman gestured towards the simulation in question, accidentally with his bandaged arm. Immediately he pulled it down and rubbed at the sore. It felt like a river of ants were climbing up and down his bicep. "Not trying to cramp your style miss, but just tell me when to go and I'll go. Same for him, same for me."

Breeds

"I suggest myself as scout." Caufman chimed in as quickly as he possibly could. He crossed his arms. With his thin body, doing so only made him look like a living stick-man with the most disproportionate elbows in existence. "I was playing seeker before I got caught. All I need is someone to spot me, and I'll be set - er, miss. If you don't mind."

Breeds

She didn't sound like she was joking either.

"Then I just hope you can catch up with me, ma'am." He replied to the redhead. If he was still wearing his cap, Caufman would have tipped it. From afar, he could see the scientist leaving the room, leaving their rag-tag team to face whatever simulation was about to be brought up on them. He wasn't sure whether the chill down his spine was from adrenaline or vomit. And his vision was slowly fading out, de-saturating, while he shifted from foot to foot in anticipation. The redhead had a point - he was probably laying it on thick, if only to attract the attention of the brunette next to him. And yet, he wasn't about to make himself look like a fool in front of these people either. A wimp was already dead in his books.

With this in mind, he immediately turned to face the group, rubbing the palms of his hands together. "Right then, so anyone got a plan? Anyone?"

Breeds

Not a problem. I've been working on a mesh model avi for SL, so I've been a little slow haha.

Breeds

"Got it Boss." He stood up, slipping off his hoodie and cap to leave them resting in a crumpled pile on the bench. It was time to impress miss so-called crazy brunette. Caufman tugged down the ends of the red t-shirt he'd been wearing under his hood and took strode down the floor, faking a smug smile on his face. The white band-aid on his arm still throbbed annoyingly, so he stood up straight as a razor, emphasizing his chest, drawing eyes away from that ugly blight on his otherwise average figure (not his choice of words, but more truthful than anything he would have proclaimed.) "Don't attract attention? Psh, I've got this in the bag - uh - Sir."

Breeds

"You can say that again." Caufman hung his head down, letting everything but the light enter his sights. Even speaking aloud drew an overload from his tongue receptors and the odd sense of fishy smells and tastes caused a surge of gooseflesh to bump up along his skin. Scraping off flakes of dried out skin from his hand, he concentrated on the center of the gym. Just awaiting orders nothing to see here. Everything is fine and dandy.

He pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth and stuffed his hands back in his pockets.

Breeds

Sure thing. I'm excited to see how that goes.

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Google is my best frenemy.

Yup. I had a feeling I didn't get very far. Then again, the library for my school at the time didn't allow students to renew any novels, so we weren't exactly able to continue a series that we started unless we spent days reading it. The only reason I got to complete the Sight was because of break and not to mention too much free time.

Breeds

The door to the gym swung open and shut, and Caufman pushed his way inside just after the woman in front, working his way towards a free bench. This time he managed to wave to her, using the arm that did not currently feel like it'd just been stuck inside a box of needles. His sneakers squeaked over the flooring and he sat down on the bench cross-legged, his eyes roaming the entirety of the gym. Without thinking about it he was already twiddling his thumbs, something he only did whenever he was feeling nauseous.

And the lights were too bright. Again. He adjusted his cap, sitting it lower over his brow to block out as much of the ceiling as he could.

After awhile, he turned towards the brunette-haired woman. She was currently leaned against the wall. He gave a crooked smile only he would ever find truly remotely charming or handsome, careful not to show any teeth or lack thereof. It disappeared as soon as Walrus-man started puking all over the floor. Caufman wrinkled his nose, covering his mouth. "Jeez man, the hell?"

Christ, he could almost taste it. He only lowered his hand once the clean-up crew had disposed of the mess, but his skin by that time had already thinned to a sickly white.

Breeds

Ah, okay. I just had to google that haha.