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Austin moaned. He was confronted with the most horrible of creatures; it was one so vile that the mere sight of it utterly horrified him. It was female and much younger than he would have liked. He watched as her mouth moved, emitting sounds that he unsuccessfully tried to tune out.
"Austin, are you even listening?"
He sighed. The joys of having a seventeen-year-old twin sister.

Blake almost fell out of his chair attempting to suppress his laughter. He was generally good at keeping control of his emotions (the benefits of growing up with an angry politician), but this was quite possibly the most amazing speech he had ever witnessed.

Blake sat in silence for the entire exchange, but couldn't resist adding, "Ooh, my favorite," wiggling his eyebrows repeatedly.

Name: Austin Jacobs
Age: 17
Gender: Male

Looks:

Particular personality traits: keeps to himself (aside from sister); doesn't open up much; very focused and intelligent; despises authority;

Crush: open

Friends: open

Family: sister Audrey

History: same as Audrey

Weapon of Choice: Machete

Name: Audrey Jacobs
Age: 17
Gender: Female

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Particular personality traits: attention span of a flea (relies on her brother); emotional range of a teaspoon; good heart; very trusting

Crush: open

Friends: open

Family: Twin brother named Austin; parents deceased

History: Lived in Canada; left after parents died and eventually made it to West Virginia

Weapon of Choice: frying pan

"Uh-huh. So it wouldn't gross you out if I dissected a hen while you were eating chicken nuggets?"

"Who said anything about cheesy? I really don't think that gory goes well with food." He smiled, hoping she realized that he was joking. He really wanted to initiate more of a conversation than just "business."

Blake, knowing it was probably best, kept his mouth shut and allowed her to talk. However, he was unable to do this, and promptly decided to insert his advice.
"I think that some very gruesome pictures are in order. That way, when Mr. B grades them, he will be either too horrified to give you anything but an A or he will be so into it that he will give you and A. Either way, you win." He half-laughed, and then added, "Oh, and maybe you could include a clip from Monte Python."

"Well, from what I have heard since I came through that door, I think it should be pretty interesting. It is on the black plague, right?"

Blake sat down, crossing his hands on the table in front of him, and smiled at them all.

Contrary to his previous statement, Blake Reynolds walked back into the library.
"Changed my mind. Is there room for a fourth member to this group?"
He smiled lazily, keeping his eyes on Evelyn the majority of the time he spoke.

Blake smiled and said, "Thanks, but I won't torture you two with my company any longer." He winked, then turned to leave after adding, "Nice to meet you, Jared."

((whoops sorry, got a little lost lol ))

Blake looked over Jared, judging him indiscreetly. He smiled pleasantly, asking, "Who's this?"

Blake's next line was interrupted by the ringing of the bell. He looked around, then asked, "So what period is it now?"

"Which one would you choose?"

"Oh, definitely the frying pan. You can never go wrong with it." He smiled, hoping this was a respectable answer.

He could use pity... but that didn't seem wise at the moment. Opting for a tone of respect and empathy, he said, "Wow. I don't mean to sound all high and mighty, but I totally get what you must go through. My dad is rarely around (because of his work) and my mom... well, she just has issues. I know it gets tiring, having to go at the world virtually by yourself." He thought for a moment, then added with a playful smirk, "But I bet you learned how to make one mean PB&J sandwich."

Blake looked up, seemingly chastised, and said, "I'm sorry, I was just trying to make conversation. I truly wasn't trying to delve into your past." He smiled, hoping all was forgiven. "My dad retired from his evil politician career and moved here to head the local newspaper."

He took note of that slight look of distrust in her face, thinking she would be a bit harder to crack than the others. He wasn't too worried, though; he had taken on much less trusting girls and succeeded before.

Blake laughed, shaking his head. "You don't give yourself enough credit. I might just have to take you up on that vice offer, though. And out of total curiosity, how does an amazingly driven girl such yourself end up in a tiny place like this?"

"Well, we were talking about over-achieving." He smiled slightly. "I get where you're coming from. I mean, it is so hard to find someone who cares at all about his or her future."

Blake stared into her eyes the entire time he spoke, silently judging how she reacted.