(You put Brandon down as Brendan in the member's list, well, the purple part.)
Jake followed Mist, walking no more than 10 feet behind her with his skateboard in his arm. Glaring at the people around him as he passed by, he enjoyed the terrified expressions on their faces. His brown eyes met everybody else's, making them even more afraid than they already were. Nodding in agreement with Crow, he said to Mist and Crow, "I've noticed a few new people around town. I'm not sure if they'll be trouble or not, but do you think we should go show them who's the boss around here anyways?"
Brandon was sitting down on the sidewalk curb looking down at his feet, wondering why he made the choice to come to this world. Noticing people scattering, he looked up to see Mist, Crow, and Jake pass by. There was nothing he hated more than those three faces, and wished somebody would do something about them. Along with them, another reason he hated this world was that he didn't know anybody. Everybody kept to themselves, and he didn't see anybody that was interested in being friends. Standing up, he began walking down the street. Just walking to do something, he didn't have a destination. He just kept walking.