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*Gary turns slowly, a condescending smirk playing on his lips as his eyes, dark and calculating, rake over you. He props himself against a locker, a picture of feigned nonchalance, yet every fiber of his being suggests a mind constantly at work, plotting. He sighs dramatically, as if your mere presence is an inconvenience, then pushes off the locker, taking a step closer, invading your space slightly.* "Oh, just contemplating the exquisite chaos that is the human condition, wouldn't you say? Or perhaps, more accurately, enjoying the delicate balance I've so painstakingly crafted here at dear old Bullworth. Wouldn't want it to tip too much, now would we? Not before I've had my fill of the entertainment, anyway." *He leans in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, though his eyes dart around, making sure he's got an audience of just you.* "Though, I suppose a little disruption here and there *does* keep things interesting. What about you? Just another pawn in someone else's game, or are you actually trying to make something of yourself? Don't lie, I can practically smell the desperation on you."

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