It's an Adventure! *Open*

Richard wished he had a pair of sunglasses. The bright, midday sun nearly blinded him, and the vast lines of cars reflected the sun to the point where no brightness was lost. He adjusted his backpack, which contained nothing but his Macbook, a couple bottles of water, and a couple snack items. Why should he spend money on food when he had plenty at his dorm? His eyes widened in remembrance, and he quickly tore off his backpack, checking the contents. He sighed in defeat; he had forgotten the turkey sandwich he had made. 'It's probably still on the counter. I've got to start paying attention to things!' he thought, smacking himself in the forehead. 'Oh well, I've got enough to buy a little something at the food court,'

He stood back up, putting his backpack back on. He withdrew his phone and checked it for any new messages. Before he had left he had sent Matt a message, telling him to meet Richard at the front entrance of the mall at noon. He checked the time, and saw there was still about fifteen minutes left. 'I've got to stop leaving so early,' he thought, 'That way I don't have to sit and wait for long periods of time. Curse you eagerness!' It was a good thing that he didn't say that last part out loud, because when Richard thought about it, he would definitely receive some strange stares. He wouldn't really mind in the end; he got plenty of strange stares because of his hairpiece, which he didn't really understand. Well, he knew it was pretty odd for a guy to wear a hairpiece, but everybody didn't know that it was a present from his mom. He couldn't really blame them for looking at him strange now.

Ten minutes to go, and he didn't bring anything to entertain himself with (there was his cell phone, but it didn't have anything that would occupy him for ten whole minutes).

Hm? A text? "Matt" thought as his cellphone lit up, blasting 'Black Rock Shooter' at him. Since he had nothing better to do, and since he was already planning to meet Richard, he checked it out.

"Go meet me at the entrance of the mall at noon. --Richard" the cellphone grinned at him in a huge font.

You might as well have elbowed the poor guy in the guts and watch a dribble of blood leave his lips. What mall? he thought sadly as the world evaporated around him.

Thumbs up to Richard for giving him a hard time the moment he goes out! Well, it should've been expected. At.. at least there's Google Map for everything, correct?

Thinking that, poor, poor "Matt" rushed to his MacBook, which always sat at his desk, and nearly broke the screen opening it.


Finally got the instructions and read it all! Turn right at... Bah, no need to reread it, it was already stuck in his head. The only problem was going there without being run over or meeting a mugger. Good thing it was easy for him to see colors even with his bad vision, right?

He disliked carrying backpacks around in the public, so he decided to hold only a few items. A few candies and his cellphone in one jean pocket, his flat wallet in another. And a small bag of cookies? ... Put it in his jacket pocket.

Alright, time to go. He would probably be late, but ah well he had no choice. "Matt" quickly put on his shoes and hastily left his dorm.


And you take a right after you cross the street with 32 steps... "Matt" thought as his headphones blared music into his ears. He was receiving a lot of weird stares, but you would stare if you saw a guy with an emo fringe wearing a jacket, skinny jeans, and a striped scarf despite that the weather wasn't even close to cold.

These cars sure are bright, though... he thought, squinting. Ah, wasn't that the light that told you to cross the street? Seemed so, since the people around him were now streaming into the lane. He followed......

And nearly fell as he reached the next sidewalk, grabbing onto a pole just to stop himself from falling. He dropped his iPod in the process, leaving it dangling dangerously from his headphones.

W-w-w-w-w-w-w-what was that?! Did someone trip me?! he mind-panicked before realizing that, oh, he left his shoe untied.


Oh shit.


Wow~ Even he could read the mall sign. He had no trouble recognizing it. Now only if he could find Richard.... "Matt" quickly started to look at the people around him.

Brown hair? No, wrong shade.

Brown hair? No, too short.

Brown hair? No, that was a girl.

Well this was getting him nowhere. He took his phone out of his pocket, flipped it open, and quickly tapped in a text to Richard.

'Hey, where are you? I'm here but I can't see you.'

Actually, he was only a few meters away from Richard, but how the hell was he supposed to know that?!

54...55...56...Was that a cat? It sure did look like one, but it was pretty big...54...Wait, didn't I already do that? Damn it, now I've got to start all over. 1...2...

Richard, to relieve his boredom, had resigned himself to counting the number of cars currently in the mall parking lot. So far, the chore seemed to keep him occupied and not worried about the passage of time. A buzzing in his pocket distracted him, and he withdrew his phone looking at the message.

"Hey, where are you? I'm here but I can't see you."

Richard immediately looked up and began to search for Matt. At first he didn't see him, and texted him back.

I'm right next to the doors on the right side. Wave, or something, when you get this message.

Richard resumed his searching for Matt, looking as much as he could while staying rooted to one spot. It wouldn't do both of them any good if Richard just wandered off in search of Matt when it would turn out that Matt was only a few meters away! Jeez, how embarrassing and frustrating would that be? He couldn't imagine just wasting an entire day looking for...

"Matt! Hey Matt! Over here!" Richard suddenly shouted, waving his arms wildly. At least, he thought that it was Matt. The person sure looked a lot like him.

[OOC: Quick question. I was thinking of making this open, so that it won't be just the two of us. Mind if I do that?]

[[OOC: Of course I don't mind. More the merrier ]]

He was still looking around when the cellphone in his hand began to light up. Since he was listening to music, he didn't know that the cell phone was blaring 'Black Rock Shooter' at him again until he saw the light and, after pausing his iPod, hastily opened it. He should probably make his phone vibrate when he receives a text from now on.

'I'm right next to the doors on the right side. Wave, or something, when you get the message.'

Eh? Wave? Wouldn't that be embarrassing in the public? Besides, wasn't he ("Matt") at the right side of the mall entrance? Wait.. That would mean..

As the thought clicked in he heard his name being called. "Matt" turned towards the direction to see Richard–well, it had to be Richard because of the voice–waving loudly. Huh, maybe that's not embarrassing for him... he thought.

He held up a hand to show Richard that he saw him before making his way to the younger student, who really was only a few meters away. Damn blast my bad vision ay.

"Hey. Sorry for being late," he apologized, rubbing behind his head. He didn't even want to start explaining, especially with his near-death experience in the mall's parking lot.

"It's fine, I haven't been waiting for very long," Richard lied. "At least you got here right? Now, let's get started!"

Richard started walking towards the door. He looked at Matt's scarf, and wish that he had one. The thought never occurred to him to ask his parents for a scarf (mostly because they had lived in a temperate climate where it never got very cold in the winter). The snow here had caught him off guard, and for a while he had stayed indoors because he didn't have a suitable coat for playing in the snow. As soon as he had gotten a suitable coat, he immediately went outside and played in the snow for what seemed like hours.

"So, Matt, how has your day been? Me, I've been enjoying it. Had an excellent breakfast, wrote a little more, and then here I am," Richard said, turning to look at Matt.

[color=brown]"Yeah..."[color] "Matt" simply responded as he followed Richard, glad that he was able to get to the mall in the first place. He noticed Richard staring at his scarf and simply tugged at it uncomfortably. Since he had once lived in the southern part of California, he never needed anything like a scarf. He learned that this place would be cold, though, and he still had the striped one from Japan.

And I don't like snow. he reminded himself. Yes, he disliked snow. Hokkaido was nasty during wintertime.

"Um..." he hesitated, wondering what he should say. Obviously not the trip there. But what did he do before?

"I didn't do much, really. Just did the normal daily morning routine, then baked some cookies. You want some?" "Matt" asked, knowing that he had to do something about the crappy 'dinner' they had yesterday.

He took the bag of cookies he had placed in his pocket before and held it toward Richard. It was just some vanilla wafers, brown out the edges with a creamier color toward the center, wrapped in plastic wrap with a blue string tying it together. He hoped that Richard would accept, not because he would be insulted if he didn't or because it tasted bad, but because he didn't want to hold it the entire trip. Richard brought a backpack, right? So it'd be okay, right?

"You baked these? They look rather good. Thanks," Richard said, taking the bag. He unwrapped the string, opened it, took out a couple, and then handed the bag back to Matt. He took a small but out of one, and nodded his head in approval. "Tasty," he said, putting the rest of it in his mouth.

"The mall's going to be rather crowded today I fear," he said after finishing his cookie. "Then again, it's to be expected, what with it being a weekend and all. I think it'll make the day more interesting. You know, I was thinking of exploring the mall first and then going further into town, if we have time. Do you know if we're under a curfew? I'm pretty sure we would be (seeing as we're teenagers and all),"

"Oh, yeah, a girl I meet the other day is going to be joining us. I'm not sure when though," he said, checking his phone.

Plan failed, since Richard just gave him back the cookies. I swear, it's as if this guy is reading my mind and deciding to annoy me.. he thought as he took a cookie out of his mouth and popped it into his mouth. The cookies weren't hard to make, just mix a bunch of (good) crap together and bake it in an oven. Despite the uncomplicated recipe, though, they were pretty good. Too bad he ate enough in the morning to make him sick of it.

He thoughtfully chewed and swallowed the cookie when Richard asked him if they had a curfew, sorting through the little library he had in his head. "I don't remember anything like that in the rulebook..." he said slowly, though even he wasn't sure. "Matt" had skimmed through the text because it was long and, obviously, boring.

"Eh? A girl?" he repeated, raising his eyebrows. Did that mean.. I'm going to be a third wheel. He nearly facepalmed. He only met around two girls in the school year so far, and besides, Richard was younger than him. Chances are that he met a girl his age. I'm starting to regret coming here.. Ah, but once I take a tour around here I can finally go out here on my own.

This thought made him order himself to be at least a bit more enthusiastic, even if today was just going to be a bad day.

"Should we wait for her, then, or go somewhere else first?"

The sun was bright and high in the sky. The prefect time to go to the beach, but there was just one problem, she forgot to pack her bathing-suit. She decided that she would have to go to the mall and find a new one (doing her best not to get lost.)

Desiree stepped out of her friends car and approached the door of the mall and waved goodbye to her friend, "Thanks again for driving me!" .She felt a bit akward being alone with out her friends for the first time since she had moved.

The wind created from opening the door softly blew her chocolate brown hair back, and she fixed it quickly. She looked at the ground and paced around the food court for a bit, not sure if she really wanted to be there. She raised her chin slightly and glanced around to she if there were any familiar faces from her new school. She didnt really know anyone yet so she hoped that if someone from the school happened to see her they'd say something.

She pulled her itouch out of her jean pockets and scrolled through the songs quickly. She stopped on the song "When I Get Home, You're So Dead " by Mayday Parade. It had become quite addicting since she discovered it in a comment board online. She walked over to a soda machine and bought a can of Pepsi and sat back down still search for other students or people her age.

"Good. If there's no curfew, than we could stay up as late as we want exploring! Who knows, maybe this town is completely different at night?"

"Let's at least go inside and get out of the cold. Maybe we could have a little lunch before we really begin? We could also wait there for Cecilla. That's the girl," Richard said, starting to walk towards the door. He paused and waited for a brown-haired girl to go first. There was something about her that seemed familiar...but then again nearly everyone he saw looked familiar. He attributed it to his multiple past lives recognizing others that he knew. He knew if he old anybody they would stare at him strange, so he kept this belief to himself.

Stepping inside, he noticed that the food court was a little crowded. He scanned the court, looking for an open table. He noticed the brown-haired girl again. He also noticed that there were very few tables left open. "Come on, let's hurry and grab a table before they're all gone."

At night time I'll be crashing into the walls unless the lights are strong. 'Matt' thought, though he kept silent. Maybe the town was different at night; after all, prostitutes and drug dealers run around at nighttime looking for the perfect opportunity to snag high school students.

He agreed slightly with getting out of the cold and followed Richard to the door, not really taking a look at his surroundings.

[[OOC: I think it's wintertime ._. There was a thread that said it was summertime, but that was when it was summer in real life.]]

The moment he stepped inside, though, he whipped his head toward Richard, nearly breaking his neck in the process. CECILLA?!

H-he didn't mean.. No, it's just a coincidence. It can't be Cecilla, right? Ah, who else would it be? Cecilla isn't a common name. He took a breath and let out a sigh, shaking his head. Why would this be bothering him? He straightened up, letting a small smile curve at his lips. This is better. Cecilla wouldn't just let me be a third wheel.

I wonder if there's an ice cream store here.

He barely heard Richard telling him that they should go scram to get a table. 'Matt' snapped back into reality and looked; there were families swarming around everywhere trying to get a seat. Families should get seats together... Who cared if the seats were taken?

"Let's just get that table," he suggested, nodding toward the table with a brown-haired girl. "Even if she's waiting for someone, we can just sit there until Cecilla comes or, if you want, when we decide what to eat for lunch. She's in Whisper Hallow Academy, so it's not like we're asking a total stranger, and if she says no we can just grab an empty table."

How did he know she was in Whisper Hallow Academy? Simple as this: she had brown hair. He'd remember hair like that if it appeared in the school. Though it'd be nice if her hair was just a bit lighter. he added mentally. Him and his hair-color preference.

"Hey let's go! Hey let's go!
I'm happy as can be!"

Cecilla sang happily as she skipped along the street, holding an awfully drawn map, which she drew having copied from google maps. How she managed to get this far was a mystery. It had occurred to her that she was probably late, and Richard was wondering where she had gotten to, however, the clock on her mp4 player said '1:47am'. She decided that 'better late than never' would be appropriate. As she walked, whenever she came to a low obstacle, she jumped over it, pretending to be a ninja or assassin.

"Let's go walking- you and me!
Ready, set, come on, let's go!"

She continued singing until she began to see the mall looming ahead; it was... big to say the least! Humming the rest of the song, she stopped at a bench to check everything was okies;
"Right.. so... spare clothes? Check!
Disguise?"

She looked down at herself:

"Check!
All items in inventory...?
Bento, sweets, wallet, PSP, more sweets...
money!"

That morning, Cecilla decided to prepare a disguise! She was supposed to be meeting Richard, and wanted to see if he could recognise her in her disguise, a test!; a black shirt with chains here and there, a wig; short, brown, with a layered fringe and spiked at the back, metal goggles around her head but not over her eyes, black and white striped bondage pipes, a black coffin shaped backpack, and metal capped black and white boots. To top it all off, she put in ghostly colour contacts, and fake snake bites. Oh yes! The pretty punk boy style!<33 It was probably very odd for the people around her to see what looked like a short, feminine punk singing with a squeak, girly voice. Suddenly, she stepped down from the bench, clearing her throat so she could speak in a low voice (luckily her British accent helped with the punk persona- aah, Camden Market~) and placing headphones in her ears, blasting out metallica;

"Die, die, die my darling!"

She was ready, and she walked calmly towards the mall doors. It was huge, and bustling with people. Cecilla had to act cool, to keep the disguise! She had a new persona until Richard figured out her true identity! Everything was so overwhelming, though; she had never been somewhere like this on her own, "Let's just find Richard quickly..." she mumbled to herself in her not-so-convincing manly voice.

After 10 minutes of aimlessly wandering looking for Richard, looking for a map of the mall that might help, and getting odd looks from people, Cecilla spotted a head! And not just any head- oh no! Soft brown wavy hair, with a holly hairpiece! "Kyaaah! That's him nya!!" she was about to skip happily over, but abruptly stopped herself, "Cecilla! Remember: You're a cool, rather short and feminine punk boy on holiday from London! Keep it cool! Now... what to say..." she pondered, diving around a corner and taking her earphones from her ears so she could hear, "I'll just ask if the seat is taken... y-"

Cecilla's eyes widened as she peered around the corner to keep track of Richard's location.

"P-Prince Matt...?! Wait... he's here too?! Nyaa~~ Th-this is confuzzling... okies, okies Cecilla remember what you said a minute ago! You can just test Prince Matt too! Yeah! That sounds okies!" she almost began hyperventilating from worry; her first day out with a friend, and there was more than one, and it was crowded, and confusing, and...and... She took a deep breath and stood upright and made her way over to Richard and Matt. Wandering aloofly, she got closer, and closer, until she was almost up to them. Her boots made a metallic sound with each step, and Cecilla was worrying about what to say, but no longer could she ponder! For she was standing right next to them...

"Uhh... hey guys, eheh!" she smiled her pretty boy smile, and spoke with her deepest voice, "are you about to sit at this table? Because... y'know, most tables are taken and I really got to eat! I kinda didn't eat this morning...! Haha.." at least her british accent was strong, though sadly she didn't naturally have that London-punk edge, she just had to make do with going as deep as possible.

[OOC: I doodled a piccy of Cecilla's disguise because the description I did wasn't great^^;; Clicky~]

"She is? I guess that's where I've seen her before! When I first saw her she did look really familiar," Richard said.

Richard looked down as soon as he heard a voice. Before him was a small boy dressed as a punk. At least, Richard thought he was a punk. The outfit of all black and the spiked boots sure made him look like a punk. Or Gothic. Richard was never too sure with alternative subcultures. Yet, there was something about the boy that seemed familiar...as if he had met the boy somewhere before. Must be another past life thing, he thought.

"Yeah, we were going to take that table. It's fine if you join us. I was thinking about getting a little bit to eat myself," Richard said.

He walked over to the table where the brown-haired girl was sitting. "Excuse me, can we share this table? We've been looking and there's not a whole lot of free space and all."

[OOC: I think we should have a posting order, and it should go like this: Richard, Karatsu, Desiree, Cecilla.]

[[OOC: Totally fine with that.]]

"Hn..." 'Matt' responded quietly, looking at the girl, mainly focusing on her hair; she was too far to pay much attention to, though, so his ears focused onto a thumping noise behind them. Those are some heavy boots.. he thought, not really expecting anything about it.

He swerved around to see the person who had walked up to them; short height, let's say roughly around seven inches shorter than him with the hair. And.. Damn, never saw an outfit like that before. He could guess someone else who would dress like that in public, but this is a guy... Though the eye shape is familiar..

Knowing that Richard would respond, he stayed quiet, observing the boy silently. He would've moved in to get a closer look–there was something that was irking him about this kid–but that would've been really rude and misleading, so he just nodded to the boy before following Richard.

Desiree looked up to see three guys standing at the edge of the table she was sitting at. Two of them looked familiar and the other she just guessed was new too. She paused the music and looked up at them. They asked if thy could sit at the table and she looked around and noticed that mall had began to fill up with lots of people. "Sure, I don't mind. You guys go to Whisper Hallow too,right?" she asked making sure she was correct.

She smiled at them and tucked her hair behind her ear. She picked up her Pepsi and took a sip and noticed something strange. The third boy looked like someone else she knew from school, well, not knew but recognized. "Do you have a sister that goes to school with us too?" He looked sort of similar to one of the that she had seen before in the hallways.

Cecilla continued to smile and keep her plan, but she could sense that Richard and Matt were slightly suspicious of her, and tried to prevent herself from giving anything away. "Nya... this is going better than expected! I'm glad there are no detectives here..." she breathed a sigh of relief just as she went to reply to Richard. She flicked her fringe to the side of her face like all the pretty boys do, before looking up at Richard, and then Matt, smiling;

"Heh, 'ats cool! We can eat together ny- mean, now! Haha!" Cecilla quickly corrected her bad habit at the end. Hopefully, Richard and Matt weren't paying much attention, otherwise they would have figured out from that slip-up. "What to do... what to do...? Nya... this fringe is starting to annoy me..." she looked to the floor and flicked her head up again, flicking her fringe to the side of her face. She noticed Matt looking suspiciously at her, and just smiled at him. "Heh... he's suspicious...", she couldn't help thinking. She really really wanted to talk to him and Richard as she would normally... but she couldn't right now- right now, she wasn't Cecilla. She made sure she kept an eye on her own body language, and made sure her posture, her way of talking, her hands... everything was like that of a London street punk. Shifting the weight onto her left hip, she leant back casually, heaving her backpack back onto her shoulders.

Then the girl sitting at the table began to speak and Cecilla turned her attention to her, "I don't recognise her nya, but I'm guessing she goes to Whisper Hallow, too". Her suspicions were confirmed when she asked them if they also attended the academy, and then asked if she had a sister at the academy. "She must recognise me nya, but at least she thinks I have a sister... let's play this carefully nya..."

"Whisper Hallow some kinda school 'round 'ere? 'Cause I n'no no place like that. Hell, I don' even 'ave a sister!" she laughed in her best boyish voice, "Must be mistakin' me for someone else. Th' name's Sid. Y'know, like Sid Vicious. 'Cept my name ain't Sid Vicious. 'S Sid. Just Sid. 'Ats all ya need ta know, right?"

"C'mon... please say it's working... I'm killing the English language with this accent... So please work...!!" Cecilla hoped.

[OOC: For the next 4 weeks I'm going to be without internet access at home, so I'll try my best to reply as soon as I can when I'm at school. Hopefully it shouldn't disrupt things too much *hugs everyone* I'm uber sorry about this ><;;]

"Yep, we both go to good ol' Whisper Hallow. I thought I had seen you somewhere before. I'm Richard and this is Matt. Nice to meet you," Richard said.

He took a seat across from Desiree, and bade that Matt and...Sid join him. Speaking of Sid, he took another, closer look at him. The facial features looked extremely familiar. The first thought that came into his mind was Cecilla, but there was no way that this boy was Cecilla. From what he had seen of her wardrobe, he doubted Cecilla would ever wear something dark like this. It seemed that she much preferred colors such as pink and reds, plenty of bright things.

"We can eat together ny- mean, now!"

Ny? Was he going to say nya? No, he meant to say now. Yet, you don't make the "y" sound in now. N-ow. Not, ny-ow. Ah ha! I think I know how to see past the disguise (if it is one).

"Speaking of food, I think I brought some left over beef stew I made the other night. If I can find a place to heat it up, would you all like some? I had quite a bit left over," Richard said, slinging off his backpack.

... Ny-? 'Matt' thought carefully, taking note of the boy's mistake. It seemed like this 'Sid' here had almost said that before quickly correcting himself. Ny... Nyow... No, that's not it.. Nya...? Nya was basically the equivalent to 'meow' in Japanese. It makes sense, but who would say that...? he thought, blinking when the answer came to him.

AAAAAHAAHA~ He almost laughed, but no, he kept it in; he even made sure wipe his expression clean from any emotions as he took a seat next to the brown-haired girl [[OOC: 'Cause I'm assumin' that this is a square table]].

Now that he thought of it, how did he not realize it before? Cecilla had a British accent, but that didn't stop her from loving Japanese culture and language. And this kid was seven inches shorter than him.. with the hair. Before he had estimated Cecilla to be around eight inches shorter than him. That's very interesting.. Though I wonder how she managed to keep her pink curls inside that wig? he thought, staring at.. Er, 'Sid' with a blank expression.

Whatever~ He wasn't going to let it out. Even the girl had seemed to see through Cecilla's disguise, despite that it was a very good one. She even changed her eye color. Let them figure it out.. Richard's smart, so he might know, huh.

Beef stew? You mean nikujaga, right~? Nah, he was just joking, though it was true that nikujaga was made in an attempt to make beef stew. He gave a nonchalant shrug in reply; he wasn't too hungry, and he wanted something Asian before hittin' some ice cream.

Desi smiled cheerfully, "It's nice to meet you too." She was happy that she had the chance to meet some people that she would be going to school with. She picked up her soda and took another sip, leaving that platic bottle empty. She tossed it into a near by trash can, and noticed how many people had all suddently come in.

She looked over to "Sid" and had to speak loudly, because the food court was begining to get loud and crowded. "Where are you from? I've never heard and accent like that before." He kind of sounded like a girl with a sore throat, rough and slightly high pitched. More high pitched than any guy she knew. Desi became slightly suspicious of this "Sid" guy. If she had only seen the girl in the hallways of her dorm when she moved in, and these guys acctually knew her, how much were they pointing out that they thought was familiar?

Richard asked if everyone would be interesting in eating some beef stew that he had made and Desi shook her head, "No, thank you though. I ate before I came, mall food is over priced." She looked around at all of the brightly colored vendors. Some even had people handing out free samples of their food. All of the line were extremely long, and the staff were moving very slowly.

She turned and looked at Karatsu who hadn't spoke much. He was also examining the guy. Maybe i was right... she thought, But why would a girl try and disguise herself like that?

[[OOC: Correction; it's 'Matt', not Karatsu ;] No one in the RP knows Karatsu's real name yet.]]

Seeing that everyone took a seat, Cecilla took a seat next to Richard, "Hmmm I think they're picking up on things no-" Cecilla's thoughts were cut off when she heard Richard talk about the beef stew from the other night. The super yummy beef stew he had made. "If I say I want some... that would give me away, however, if I say I don't want any... well if they already have suspicions of me, declining would make me decline because I'm guilty... uwaaah, this is like Death Note. I'll have to be super clever here..." Cecilla rattled thoughts through her brain as she noticed Matt was still examining her a little. "Eeeeeh, I'll probs 'ave a bit of stew... that is, if ya gonna 'ave some yourself. If not, I brought lunch" she said to Richard and pointed to her backpack. That was the best response she could think of in such little time. She did have lunch with her, but her lunch didn't have a disguise... it was her pink bento box filled with yummy rice and veggies. That would definitely not get past any of them.

Cecilla flicked her fringe again, it was starting to annoy her; "How on earth does Matt put up with having one of these things?!" and then replied to the girl's question, "I-I'm from London, England! Hence the accent, heh.". "Oh great, this is wearing thin... I wanna reveal myself soon nya... but when should I? Bwuuuh... the snake bites hurt... and this stupid fringe..."

"Bwuh... I'm 'ungry..." she whined after her tummy rumbled, "so what brings you guys 'ere to th' mall a mystery eh?" she asked, "Yes, change the subject... ask a question yourself... shift the attention away!"

He left the backpack on the ground, seeing as how no one really wanted the soup, which was a good thing. The soup had been a rouse, intended to completely erase any doubt as to Sid's real identity. It didn't work this time, and Richard began to think of a different strategy.

He whipped out his cell phone, an began sending a message to Matt:

Do you think this Sid character is Cecilla? It seems like they share a lot of similarities, but I can't quite confront him, in case it turns out that Sid is really just who he says he is.

"Well, Matt and I here are on a sort of adventure. We haven't been off the grounds very much, and we decided that it would be fun to get out and explore the town," Richard said.

He could leave all the answers to Richard, really. Right now he was just being an antisocial person, but that was because he was afraid his acting skills would die on him. Hell, he knew very well that Sid was Cecilla now, and he didn't want to give it away. Such a nice disguise, it--

Suddenly his jean pocket lit up, blasting a song. "Black Rock Shooter, nats---"

Someone sent him a text. He instantly withdrew it from his pocket and popped it open, reading it without looking at the others. Oh, so he was right; Richard indeed suspected that Cecilla was Sid. However..

How should I know? he texted back, pressing send. Richard didn't know he knew Cecilla. That should send more doubt. After all, why in the world would a girl just disguise herself as a guy...? That he still needed the answer to, but whatever~

Alex walks about, feel slightly off with her hair. 'I know the dyes gone but should I go with black again?' She looks up at the sunny sky while she walks about wearing her white jacket open instead of it's normal bottomed up along with her white beaded necklace bouncing against her chest. Not really looking where she's going.

She continues to walk looking up to the sky. She stops thinking about her hair awhile ago and now she seemed at peaces outside in the sun. 'I've haven't been practicing with Katana lately, I really should practice more.. but it nice out today ' She grins to her thoughts.

She carries on lazily striding around looking up at the sunny sky along with her necklace bouncing to her movement. 'I haven't really meet anyone new lately.' She frowns lightly. 'But on the better side no mother constantly down my neck.' She seems to nod in agreement with her thoughts. 'I could always go on a wild adventure.' She seems to ponder on that thought.

She pays no attention to where she's walking.