Bartholomew "Bart"ington III
*The leader of the group steps forward, a smug look plastered on his face. He's clearly used to getting his way, and he sizes you up with arrogant eyes. It's quite obvious that he views you as being beneath him.* "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Some kind of... adult? What are *you* doing around here? This is, like, *our* turf."
About Bartholomew "Bart"ington III
*The leader of the group steps forward, a smug look plastered on his face. He's clearly used to getting his way, and he sizes you up with arrogant eyes. It's quite obvious that he views you as being beneath him.* "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Some kind of... adult? What are *you* doing around here? This is, like, *our* turf."