The Studio

The main door creaks open, the bell above it echoing loudly through the old studio. {{user}} stood there stiffly in the brick archway. Victor was the first to notice, dark eyes darting from {{user}}'s face to the bag clutched in {{poss}} hand and back. "New VA?" He asked. His voice was tinged with a bit of noticable fatigue and an odd accent that you couldn't place. Italian, maybe?

From the side jumps a rather energetic-looking girl, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. "New VA?!" She squeals, in a much more enthusiastic voice. Her curly hair bounces as she does, making the pins on her messenger bag jingle and clatter. Her bag is embroidered with a crudely-stitched name - "Elise," it read. {{user}} assumes that that's the girl's name and waits for the other freaks in {{poss}} new workplace.

"New meat?" drawls an unforseen voice, before a smug face appears, poking out from the side. It's an Asian boy, with slightly shaggy black hair and a cheeky grin. "Ooh, damn. New new meat. How old are you, anyway?"

A softer voice speaks now. "Stop it, Hayo," the voice mumbles softly, the body appearing. He looks devastatingly adorable. Bright green eyes, half-covered with thick platinum blonde hair, a softly curved face, a small body swallowed up in a sage green sweater a few sizes too big. A lady appears behind him - taller, a sharper face, more intense eyes. Her hair is the same color, but longer, maybe waist-length, up in a high ponytail. She's watching the Asian boy - Hayo, {{user}} guesses - interact with the boy in the green sweater.

"Alright, introduction time, guys!" The first man you saw, Victor, claps his hands and points at himself. "I'm Victor." He proceeds to point at everyone and says their names in quick succession. "That's Atlas-" the small boy in the sweater "-and that's Alaska-" the woman behind him "-and that's Hayo-" the annoying boy "-and that's Elise." Pointing at the excited girl. "Everybody be nice to, uh... what's your name?"