Nick, Emmet, Clover, Jerry
Layla snorts but says nothing as she sets down a plate of food, Yoshi takes about half of it before she can sit down. She stares at him for a moment. "What?" He asks, "turn around is fair play."
"Man, that is messed up, I'm glad none of you guys were hurt." Amandi says shaking his head.
As you discuss the attack in vivid detail, Layla's face pales considerably and she shoves the rest of her food at Yoshi. "Can we discuss something else please." She says quietly.
Emmet easily spots Manjit, considering there are only about 20 students in a room that looks like it could hold 500 easily. Although she is not alone, the girl that shot down Nick earlier has just walked up to her table.
Mary
The girl makes eye contact with you for a moment before moving her gaze elsewhere, there is no fear or sadness but more of apprehension. "Hello," she says quietly, "I'm Manjit." Her accent has a heavy Hindi dialect, she is definitely from the middle east.
Nick smirks at Yoshi, "Not a crash man, I careened off the highway driving nuns and ran right into a burning church... thanks though. But the day is young, and I am sure I will bounce back to my normal charming self in a few short moments."
Layla snorts but says nothing as she sets down a plate of food, Yoshi takes about half of it before she can sit down. She stares at him for a moment. "What?" He asks, "turn around is fair play."
"Don't know, really. Some people came in and started shooting up the place. We stopped 'em."
"Man, that is messed up, I'm glad none of you guys were hurt." Amandi says shaking his head.
"The attack commenced with a large explosion at the food court; a lot of people killed got killed. I hear it was pretty horrible there," Emmet says, shuddering as he closes his eyes in remembrance of the carnage he glimpsed....[/color]
As you discuss the attack in vivid detail, Layla's face pales considerably and she shoves the rest of her food at Yoshi. "Can we discuss something else please." She says quietly.
Emmet easily spots Manjit, considering there are only about 20 students in a room that looks like it could hold 500 easily. Although she is not alone, the girl that shot down Nick earlier has just walked up to her table.
Mary
The girl makes eye contact with you for a moment before moving her gaze elsewhere, there is no fear or sadness but more of apprehension. "Hello," she says quietly, "I'm Manjit." Her accent has a heavy Hindi dialect, she is definitely from the middle east.