Time 2:51 pm
Nine people stood in a nearly featureless room against a wall marked with lines to show height. Across from them was a large wall mirror who's use was incredibly easy to ascertain. The room looked like something out of a cop story. It was bland poorly decorated, and there were very bright lights boring into the faces of the people standing against the wall. The occupants of the room were fairly unusual themselves.
Four of them were obviously teenagers, or at least what passed for teenager for what ever they were. The first person in line was an angry looking girl with short hair and an almost gothic appearance. She was dressed in a tight leather jumpsuit along with a long, shiny, overcoat. The lights in the room barely affected her at all, as she looked out from behind a pair of dark mirror shades. She scratched at her overly-moussed hair and then smoothed down as she angrily tapped her feet.
Next to her was a very tall young man who seemed to be frowning. He didn't seem the least bit concerned, this was probably because the lights directed at them were hitting somewhere just under his chin. He may have been about sixteen or seventeen, but he could easily have been mistaken for someone much older. He was standing with his massive arms crossed as if impatient to get this over with and on to important things. The young man would have looked at home in a ancient tavern, quaffing a mug of ale. He didn't know what quaffing was, but it sounded good, though his particular choice wouldn't have been ale.
The kid next to the giant was almost completely different. He was a small, emaciated looking fellow that was rubbing his hands together nervously and glancing about as if expecting the walls to cave in. The most unusual thing about him was his manner of dress. The young man seemed intent on dressing like something out of the knights of the round table, namely, Merlin. He was dressed in an overly intricate robe that was quite a bit too long for him to properly wear. There were marks here and there showing where he had tripped and gotten the robes dirty in the past. He wore a conical hat, but the point kept bending over, having long ago been beaten into submission. All in all it looked as if the weight of his clothes were going to bring him down at any time.
The girl next to him was standing with her back stock straight and looking towards the mirror down her nose. Her long, pointed ears poked easily out of her golden locks of hair. She was dressed in an elegantly simple dress of twilight blue with the occasional mark of silver that seemed to almost twinkle as she imperceptibly shifted the weight on her feet. It was quite clear from her expression that she didn't think she belonged there and that someone was going to pay for that.
The blonde every once in a while glanced in askance at the young man leaning against the wall next to her and snoring loudly. He was dressed in a loose pair of silk kung-fu pants, black slippers and a red silk Chinese shirt that was unbuttoned in front to show a popular character in Japanese cartoons on an under-tee. His hair, poorly dyed to appear red, was tied back in a badly off balanced pig-tail. He was a slim, wiry person who appeared to be in every bit as good a shape as the giant earlier.
The girl next to him had finally gotten past bawling her eyes out and was now merely weeping wearily. She was dressed in a yellow tu-tu with bright green highlights and the occasional hot pink embroidery. The combination was enough to give an onlooker cavities if care was not taken. The last girl in the room could only be described as green. She had forest green hair and jade eyes. Her skin was almost white, but a closer examination would show that even it had a green tinge, though that perhaps could be attributed to makeup. She was dressed in full camouflage fatigues, right down to the helmet covered in all sorts of greenery. The tone set up to this point was thoroughly and cruelly killed as she posed cheerfully in the spot lights, revealing a pair of sharpened canines as she smiled and laughed.
The next young man didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. He was a somewhat small kid, though in good shape. It would have been easy to see him going out for the track team or something similar. He was dressed the most normally of all of them. He had a simple weather-beaten leather jacket, slightly scuffed blue jeans and a t-shirt emblazoned with the image of Darth Maul fighting Obi-Wan Kenobi. The t-shirt had seen better days and looked to be on the verge of falling apart. Salt deposits from where sweat had dried were becoming easily visible. The look on his face was of one resigned to some eternal torment, though he half-chuckled every time he glanced at the green girl.
The last person in the room was probably in his early thirties. He stood uncertainly at the end of the other unusual people, having shuffled to that spot with difficulty when the lot of them were led into the room. He was almost totally bald, with only a ring of hair around the base of skull, and stood slumped over in a precarious balance. His right hand held a tight grip on his other hand, as if it would fall off if he were to let go. His eyes continuously glanced around the room, taking in all the information around him as if it were his meat and drink.
There was something very odd about that limping man at the end of the line, but nobody seemed to pick up on it. The man eyed his companions curiously, trying not to arouse their suspicion. His face had a bewildered expression that mostly cloaked the intricate operations of his keenly developed mind.
"Hey, you!" A voice shouted out. The last figure turned toward the speaker above the glass.
"Me?" he asked.
"Yeah, you," the voice shouted. "I thought I told you to stop sneaking into my student conferences!" The man shifted suddenly from crippled to perfectly healthy, snapped his fingers in frustration and stomped out of the room.