#johnny1

Ayano typically showed around groups of at least ten people at a time during this time and season, since summer vacation had always meant more tourists and arrivals. However, she was greeted by a (pleasant?) surprise today as she blinked at the lone figure in front of her. "Hello!" she said with a cheerful voice, giving the stranger a small smile, "I'll be your tour guide for today. I think it's just going to be the two of us, but we can wait for anyone else who wants to join last minute! You can call me Ayano if you'd like."

Though she was certainly shocked by the sudden decrease in attendees, she was determined to make sure this tour would be just as fun and eventful as all her previous ones were. Quickly removing the microphone attached to her blouse in a fluid movement, she silently observed the stranger. She felt as if she had seen him before, but she couldn't place him in any of her memories. Maybe he just looked like someone she knew... ?

William stood at center court, a round orange ball resting against his hip, and his left arm holding it in place. He stared at the line of new team mates, the rest of the team sitting in the bleachers. There were whispers coming from the bleachers, as the junior and senior team members wondered what was going on. 

Normally the gym calmed him down, relaxed him, but not right now. Not as he drummed his hands rhythmically on the wall he leaned against, now he could think of a million places he would rather be right now. Hell, though, things couldn't really get much worse for him, even if Johnny wanted to start a fight about this. Ben wouldn't fight back, because leaning on the wall about 20 feet inside the building, drumming his hands and watching the door was taking almost all of his energy as it was. Ben had been a wreck, couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, his mind was constantly going crazy on him and attacking him and at this point even walking could exhaust him.