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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 18, 2011 13:12:50 GMT -5
 Altair needed a gun.
She really did. It would make these situations end quickly. There were times when she could just toy with people for her amusement, people like the Earth students, and then there were times when she just wanted to kill. This was one of those times.
”You fucking psycho bitch,” her opponent snarled at her, holding his cheek where her long nails had dug into the flesh. She ran her thumb underneath her pointer finger to get the skin out. Disguting little git. She actually didn’t say anything as she grabbed his hand away from his face and in the same quick movement cracked her knuckles across his jaw. ”Yes, I am a psycho bitch,” she finally shot back, eyes set in a firm glare. ”Wanna fuck with me some more?” And he took that as his cue to scurry away like the pussy bitch he was.
And school was still on.
She was definitely not going to class, fuck that shit. And the little bitch she just clocked had better not snitch on her. Therefore, she figured her best option would be to kill time in the courtyard. She sat down on a bench, stretching out her long legs. They used to be model legs, but now they were stripper legs, whore legs, addict legs. And she was still beautiful, she made sure of that. Beauty was everything. Just like violence was everything, and fucking was everything, and her world was full of all the things others rejected.
Taking out her lighter, she lit what must have been her fifteenth fag that day. It wasn’t an addiction, it wasn’t something she needed, it was just the only thing she had with her to occupy her time. Amazing how confrontational she still was even when Vicodin was working its magic. Flicking at the Zippo with the fingernails she just used to cut open the bastard’s face, she drew the flame out to wrap around her hand. Eventually she’d be able to do it without the lighter, eventually she could melt that fucker’s face who had said something about Syria.
Soon people would know what she was capable of, and not underestimate her because of her stature, because of her tits and lady parts, because of the fact she got so angry she couldn’t think straight. Who needed thinking straight when you had fire? And a lot of it, not just coming from a Zippo. One day, she’d be a fucking dragon, not a tenth grader who people felt they could walk all over. Well, she did show that pussy bitch today that Altair Bennet should not be the first person you fuck with.
She extended the influence of her powers to the grass and watched as it started to burn. She didn’t even care if a teacher came along at this point, after all, she’d just gotten into a fight and she was sure one of the bitches in the school would tattle. Whatever. She was teetering on the edge of not giving a fuck and wanting to burn this whole school down.
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Post by mre on Aug 23, 2011 2:21:43 GMT -5
Blondes were his thing, he'd go crazy over a blonde. It might have something to do with Susan being blonde, but he didn't know and he didn't care. That might have been something to do with him not paying much attention to the brunette talking to him as she sat behind him during class... She was whispering in his ear and he still didn't care. He honestly didn't care for the class so he took his bag and left out of it and before the teacher could say anything, it was the end of class. He hated just sitting down, it wasn't his thing. He couldn't sit still to save his life, he had to be doing something.
As he went outside, he saw some chic knocking the crap out of some jerk off. That made him smile, she was small and petite. He knew someone else who was like that, he always found it an admirable trait. As she started asking him if the guy wanted to fuck with her some more Lane just laughed. That's right, get that little bitch. He thought to himself. He put on his ear phones attached to his ipod and turned on Renegade by Styx. As he stood there watching what happened next he just moved his body to the tune of the song. It was a song that got to him, he thought of himself as the renegade. As she went to sit down he found himself following her, staying as far as possible from her, just studying her. That was until the fire started circling her. Why he was surprised to find that she could manipulate fire was beyond him. This was the school that people could do that, which was why he didn't understand why he was there.
He went over to her as the fire was around and he took out a cigarette from his own pocket and used the fire on the grass to light it. He looked up at her inhaling and exhaling. "Nice fight, you really tore him up. I'm impressed." He said with a smirk. "Oh and by the way... if you're looking for someone to fuck with ya, I volunteer myself for that little bit of action that seems to be fun."
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 23, 2011 20:26:59 GMT -5
Altair looked up when she heard the voice, her blue eyes cold and venomous as she watched the guy burn grass with his lighter. ”I am so glad I managed to impress you,” she drawled out sardonically around her cigarette, her gaze set in its permanent glower. Why did people feel the need to say that all the time, as if she set out to impress them? She didn’t need to impress anyone. She fought because she wanted to and that’s what she liked to do. Whether or not someone saw made no difference to her. Altair didn’t need reassurances on how great of a fighter she was or any of that shit. Her pride was enough to take care of that. ”It’s my goal every time I punch a bitch to impress a little git.” She rolled her eyes for emphasis, to show just how sarcastic she was being.
At his next words, however, she smirked a bit, ”I don’t know,” she said. Taking out the cigarette from her mouth, she flicked the ashes to the already burning grass. Luckily, no teachers or even students had bothered to come along yet. And if they did? Well, detention it would be, another one to add to her list. Whether she skipped it or not, only the future could tell. If she had something better to do or just got really bored, then she’d be walking out of the detention hall with her head held high. If not, she would just have to sit around and endure listening to all the annoying prats. ”The last fucker was too easy. How do I know you’re even worth my time?” She lifted a white blond eyebrow, the challenge about as obvious as her confidence. She liked to fight, so whether or not this guy could prove to her whether he’d be a good match, he best be prepared for her violence.
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