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[LOG] Trent, Kaz, Max
Oh look, it's lunchtime. Sure, you could be inside doing boring things like /eating/, or you could be Trent, doing cool guy things like leaning against the back wall of the school with a cigarette propped up on your lower lip. He's clad in all black, everything on his person very, very expensive but without any visible labels. Arms crossed, back against the wall, legs crossed, and so very blasé.
Chilling on a small set of outside bleachers is the polar opposite of Trent. Long black hair striped with purple and neon blue is pulled back into a ponytail and draped over the tall, lanky Asian kid who's currently strumming on a guitar. His pink top, looking like it came from the girl's department, drapes from his shoulders and his far too baggy jeans go down to his shoeless feet.
And then, there's Max. Without her partner in crime for once. She's passing through behind the school because she's actually looking for Phoenix, but hasn't spotted her anywhere else this afternoon. The last place to check at this point is the locker rooms and, well, she doesn't want to see that.
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Chilling on a small set of outside bleachers is the polar opposite of Trent. Long black hair striped with purple and neon blue is pulled back into a ponytail and draped over the tall, lanky Asian kid who's currently strumming on a guitar. His pink top, looking like it came from the girl's department, drapes from his shoulders and his far too baggy jeans go down to his shoeless feet.
And then, there's Max. Without her partner in crime for once. She's passing through behind the school because she's actually looking for Phoenix, but hasn't spotted her anywhere else this afternoon. The last place to check at this point is the locker rooms and, well, she doesn't want to see that.
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