1. No godmoding/powerplaying
2. No perfects. Everyone has flaws.
3. Limit of 3 characters per person
4. No chatspeak
5. Use some form of OOC
6. Have fun
((Just as a warning, this post below is coming from the top of my head. SO I apologize if it isn't very fitting or good.))
Shoving a few strands of long blonde hair behind an ear, a black nailed hand slammed her locker door shut, adjusting the strap of her messanger bag which pulled against her shoulder.
"Yo," a deep voice said behind her. Turning, her light blue eyes fell upon a taller, lean guy and she gave him an upward nod.
"Mm," she said as he leaned against the nearest locker, crossing his arms. The boy just gazed at her for the longest time before finally speaking.
"Where were you the other day?" he finally asked, his voice holding a tone. She looked right to his face, already getting sick of him.
"I have a life, you know. And it doesn't revolve around you," she replied, turning back around, ready to walk off until she felt a strong grip upon her arm. Before she knew it, the girl's back was pressed into one of the other lockers, the knob digging into her painfully. The boy towered over her, a scowl upon his face. She glared wickedly at him.
"Get your hand-"
"You listen here," he hissed, leaning foreward so his mouth was near her ear. But before he was able to speak any further, the girl gave him a hard shove, her fist meeting right with the side of his face. He staggered backwards, not exactly expecting that obviously.
"I told you nicely to keep your hands off of me. I am through with listening to your crap. And if you ever wanna try a stupid stunt like that again with me, you will be the most sorriest person in this school. I don't put up with jerks like you."
People were now staring at the two. The girl's voice had held a sharp, icy tone, one that not most would never hear her of all people with. She now turned and walked off, leaving everyone to their murmuring and the guy with a hand against his jaw.
That was definitly Abira for you. To most, she was the sweetest person when you actually got her to talk, which wasn't much. But when pushed past the end of her rope, she could become vicious. Not many knew much about her, being that she had only attended the school for half a year so far. But she was definitly a sight to everyone with her black clothes, dark make-up, ear and eyebrow peircings, and red-streaked hair which fell exactly to her waist.
Just as she rounded the corner into another, nearly-deserted hallway, she stopped and flexed her fingers a few times.
"God, that stupid idiot," she muttered, bowing her head slightly to examin the back of her hand. Drawing her sleeve back which covered her knuckles, she spotted small drops of blood and sighed. She could feel her anger pulsing and wanted to hit something else now, but restrained herself from doing so.
"Hopefully he learns his lesson..." With that said to herself, Abira continued on her way, not even caring that the late bell began to sound out as she shoved the door to her art class open.
"Pass?" the teacher asked. Abira shrugged, taking her seat.
"You need to get a pass," the teacher repeated.
"I couldn't open my locker," Abira lied and the subject quickly dropped.
Abira let out a fierce growl, continuing on down the sidewalk away from the school.
"Abira! Just listen to me!"
Suddenly, the boy from earlier raced in front of her, forcing her to stop. Looking up at him, she crossed her arms and flicked a thin eyebrow upwards.
"What? You ready for worse?" she snapped.
"Look, I'm sorry alright?" the boy said gently, placing his hands on her small shoulders. Abira shoved him away.
"Don't you dare tell me that you're sorry. If you were sorry, you wouldn't have been a total jerk to me. You wouldn't have lied to me like that and you wouldn't have hit me the way you did last week. So you know what?" Abira slapped his hand away as he tried to grab for her again when she tried to walk around him. Looking back to him yet again, she gave him a wicked glare of her own.
"I'm through with you. I'm giving you one last warning: touch me again, and you'll regret it." Again, Abira tried to walk around him, but the idiot took her wrist with a strong grip. She swung around, throwing a punch at his jaw like she had earlier, shoved him back, and threw another punch at him before backing off.
"Told you," she said, as he glared at her from where he sat on the ground. "I'm not like many others, Tye. I don't put up with your crap. I don't like being shoved around, controlled, and stepped on. Instead of bowing down to you like the others, I actually do something about it. Have a good day." Finally, Abira walked off, shoving her hands into the pockets of her black jacket, heading for the park.
She sat on a large, flat rock, dropping her bag down beside it after pulling a black folder, pencil, a small roll of gauze out. Setting the other two items in her lap, Abira examined her knuckles which were now in pretty bad shape. But as she began to wrap the gauze around them, her lips began to move, drawing out a soft, quiet tone as she sang softly. She stopped when she had to tear the gauze, tucking the end under one of the folds to keep it in place. She threw the roll of soft gauze wrap on top of her bag now and grabbed her notebook and pencil, setting them on her lap and stared at her paper, tapping her pencil in a slow beat. She bobbed her head a bit, playing the music in her mind, the fingers of her right hand also tapping against her leg.
Sighing heavily, Abira then laid back, allowing her hair to fall over the edge of the rock, her legs up with her feet planted against the surface. She rested her arms over her stomach, not exactly caring if anyone saw her. Usually she had the park to herself since it was one of the older ones that needed cleaning up, so she really didn't have much to worry about.
But God! She was so ticked that it was hard for her to think. Instead, she settled on staring up at the vines of the willow tree that dangled over the rock, shading it, and listened to the trickling water in the nearby river. Slowly, she closed her eyes, beginning to forget about that day's events and mouthed the lyrics of a song that was stuck in her head, allowing her anger to slowly slip away.