ooc:// Who does that leave for Wolfie? o.o

Who, by the way, didn't ask me before she posted her bios...

Edit: Also, note how I randomly assigned ranks.

:3

My idea behind this is that the only reason these rich, snooty parents are letting their sons participate in the club is because they're learning how to lead and organize a business, so they have to show some kind of order and, God willing, profit.

Because important business-type people are all about the bottom line.

ooc:// Well...

Sorry?

And YAAAAAAAAY RURU!

You're, like, my hero. o.o

Altair slid his hands into his pockets, his ponytail swaying behind him as he slipped in, his heterochromatic eyes closed. He wasn't one to flaunt himself, and was sually pretty quiet. He was more of an artist than a conversationalist. Speaking of which, he had his sketchbook tucked under his arms, a light sigh escaping his lips. When he finally opened his eyes to glance at the girls in the room, many of them seemed to swoon under his intent, searching gaze.

A slight smile worked its way onto his face, the corners of his lips turning up ever-so-slightly. A low chuckle echoed form his throat as he lifted his head and held it high, flashing the girls his slight, yet enticing smile before he moved over to the other two members of the club that were currently there. Then he sat down and flipped his sketchbook open, brushing his bangs out of his face as he began to sketch, glancing up every now and then. Hmm...

((Oh look something kind of decent,)) 

  Roy burst into the room, his charasmatic grin firmly in place. "Hello, ladies! How are you doing this fine afternoon?" Seeing the other members of the club, he lifted his hand in greeting, before  giving hugs to the small line of girls waiting. He laughed with them all, complimenting this one on her hair, that on her footwear. Giving only a couple his trademark "deep peircing stare," he made his way over to the other young men. "Afternoon, gents. How goes it so far?"

((I think Roy and Benny have slightly similar personalities, only Roy is less self aware. Both are kinda out there though.))

Benny nodded, laughing at his stern vice president. The boy needed to loosen up a bit. Still he rose, looking around for a moment before locating the table that had been marked as his favorite spot since the beginning of the school year. Once there he smiled at the ladies that had shown themselves, softening up from his usual boisterous exterior. "I trust you all slept well last night. Not that any of you need something so frivolous as beauty sleep. I fear that if any of you grew lovelier, I would have to shield my eyes from the light."

The girls giggled, falling over themselves to preen and titter before the princely figure that was Benjamani Dante Borghese. He continued with a softer line of compliments, choosing subtlety over obvious flattery. All the while he began to brew his favorite tea blend, a soothing chamomile green tea with a touch of catmint and bergamot. Continuing a smooth line of conversation he poured the tea, using the fine Italian porcelain his parents had sent as a gift.

But he poured one too many. No... She would be here soon enough.

Liz made no detours, going directly to Altair with the spritely buzzing that accompanied a woman of her petite stature. She sat across from him, smiling with an innocence that few but herself could pull off sincerely. "Would I be a terrible snoop if I asled to see your drawing?" The Irish brogue gave her voice a sweetness, copper curls bouncing and flouncing with little regard for the pirate girl's attempt at making them into something ordered and tameable. Well, so much for that.

  Roy made his way over to his favorite couch, laughing quietly to himself at the way their "king" handled the vice president. The smile on his face was set to charm as he greeted the two ladies sitting on either end of his couch by flopping down and flinging his arms around their shoulders. He laughed as they sighed and snuggled slightly closer to him than they needed to. He enjoyed the attention, but wondered if there would ever be a girl he could trust enough to let his guard down. He thought fleetingly of her, his newest prospect, and wondered what she would be like. He chatted with the ladies rather loudly, flirting without even realizing it.

  Maddison surveyed the room as she stepped in, late. Cooking class had run late, but she was glad to have been able to escape. She soon spotted Kentaro and made her way over to him, giving him a low, "Hello," as she took a seat. From the depths of her bag, she drew out a tupperware container filled with freshly baked oatmeal, sugar, and chocolate chip cookies, the reason that the class had run so late. "I brought you something!" she told Kentaro brightly, noticing his sober state. "Well, really, they're for all of you guys. You look like you need them."