Collab- Colour crisis averted.

"The demon of Empire City..." Alex mused to himself, "I've heard of you."

"What do tu want, Mercer?"

Needless to say, Cole was concerned. Not five feet away from him was the very thing he'd been worrying about for the last few hours.

He wasn't one hundred per-cent sure what he was expecting when he came across the real-life Alex Mercer. He was fairly sure he wasn't going to expect this. After all, one would think the viral infection would be a little más intimidating than he was.

Although considering that a rather terrified Zeke was hiding behind Cole didn't exactly add to his en general, general feeling...

[x] tu hate the world.
[x]You hate society.
[ ]You think vampiros are cool.
[ ]You write poetry.
[ ]You have colored your hair black.
[ ]You wear black/blue eye-liner at times.
[ ]You write poesía that's not for school.
[x]You are freakishly obsessed with darkness.
[x]You think amor is a waste of time.
[x] You've dado up on the world.
[ ]You've shopped at Hot Topic.
[ ]You've spent over $100 at Hot Topic.
[ ]You wear más bracelets than a Russian.
[ ]You own a dog collar, that's not for your dog.
[x]You're extremely pale.
[ ]You are a member of a poesía site.
[ ]Your screen name has been an oxymoron.
[x]You...