This is why you don't have nice things! [Open]

[Grace Princeton]

Grace walked through the dingy, dirty halls of the high school, her eyes searching the grungy walls and doors, looking for something to start with. Her uniform made her stand out in the dismal crowd, and she felt the eyes on the back of her neck. It only served to make her walk straighter, her posture perfect.... As usual. She knew that they were admiring her beauty, her poise, her grace. She was perfect. She was the epitome of grace.

And she knew it.

These students had no idea what was coming. They were up against more then they could handle, and it tickled her fancy that they seemed to have no clue. She wondered where her other classmates were, where they had chosen to start. Not that it made any difference, they, like her, could handle themselves.

She paused outside a door to look inside and see what they were doing. Her jaw dropped slightly open at the sight of the students inside, hunched over their desks. How disgusting! These leeches made her sick to her stomach! They needed to be taught a lesson in... in... EVERYTHING!

She slammed open the door, and walked into the classroom, her back straight, her arms crossed daintily in front of her. One glare from her had the teacher backing off, standing to the side as she eyed the students once more.

She slammed her hand down on the desk nearest to her. "What the hell is wrong with you buffoons!? You!" She pointed to one student with his head on the desk. "Sit up straight, do you have any idea what you're doing to your back!? No wonder you're worthless and poor!" She pointed to a young girl. "You! Where the hell do you shop!? You'll never get an appropriate husband dressed like a hooch! You!" Another boy. "Straighten your collar! Really! You all make me sick! You disgusting little commoners! You'll all be made an example of! I'll see to it!"

With that done, she turned to leave the classroom.

[Aternity]

That door. That room, number...well, it didn't matter what it was, all Thirteen knew was, in exactly twenty-four seconds, that door was going to fly open in the most epic yet "graceful" way possible. Granted it was a total oxymoron, but then again, there were certain people, such as the brunette that was about to come flying out, that could make the seemingly impossible, possible. On the contrary, Thirteen more than saw it coming, she saw it coming before the action was even taken, or before she came strolling down the hall.

Reaching that door about seven seconds before it was supposed to open, Thirteen set her books beside her and lightly dusted away some of the wrinkles that had started to form from wearing it today...at three seconds...she changed history.

By opening the door for this girl.

Eeech. The students in here didn't deserve to be yelled at THIS much did they? No, probably not, but it wasn't in anyone's interest to discuss it, so instead she left it alone, taking a quick gaze up to her face, meeting orange eye to eye, but...of course...in Thirteen's case, there wasn't much a point. Her mind controlled her vision around her...not her eyes. Now...an attempt to diffuse this situation. This girl was obviously leaving, so facilitating the move would probably be best.

"I resent the 'little' comment m'dear."

There was a mild hint of humor in her voice. Everyone called her little...as it was true, but something told her that this was going to be a very amusing conversation.

For the both of them.

And whoever decided to follow in order to get revenge on her vocal tirade.

Fun.

[Ryuu]

And just when Ryuu thought Geography class was going to be boring. Ryuu sat in his desk, tapping his pen on his paper, his cell in his hand, as he sent a text message to one of his friends, as the teacher droned on and on in his monotonous voice. Ryuu was bored, he was in Geography class, and although the topic was on World War II, the teacher was making it seem like all they did was just have a debate, instead of fighting an all-out war. And here Ryuu thought a war involved bloodshed, not talking. Guess he was wrong. Maybe if someone else taught this class, I'd pay attention. This guy's voice is so monotonous, I'm falling asleep here! Just as Ryuu was about to catch some zee's, he heard the door open, as he jerked in his desk to attention. Ryuu looked up and saw Thirteen had open the door, and was now gently dusting her books away, as in stormed... An angry rich girl? Her arms were crossed in front of her, as one glare sent the teacher backing away, before she began yelling at Ryuu's classmates. Talk about overkill. No one deserved to be yelled at this much... or insulted this much either.

Now Ryuu was from a rich family, no doubt about that. So he pretty much sat up straight and all that jazz all the time, though staring at how straight the girl's back was... Well, it was starting to hurt even him. Ryuu glanced over at Taku, the look on his face basically telling Taku to shut up, and don't say anything. Though the minute he heard Thirteen's voice, Ryuu's head whipped around, as he saw her stare up at the girl, though there really wasn't much of a point to it. Thirteen was blind after all. Her comment made Ryuu smirk slightly, he could hear the humor in Thirteen's voice. Something told Ryuu this was going to be a very interesting conversation, as Ryuu stood up, and walked over to Thirteen, stopping behind her, his arms folded across his chest, his back straight as an arrow. Hey, Ms. Richy Rich over there wasn't the only one who could keep her posture up. "I do not exactly consider myself little, but then again, who am I to question your judgment?"

[seishounohana]

OoC: ... I always wanted to have a battle of refinement. I CHALLENGE GRACE TO A COMPETITION OF ETIQUETTE! -rivalry mode-

Decorum.

Refinement.

Such things are rarely found within the teenage populace of the modern world thanks to the media, and the art of proper decorum and etiquette was, sadly, lost to mere books. Though traces of it's existence is integrated into international culture, standards have lowered to the point where some would consider it rather... well, unrefined.

Emily was a simple woman. She never wore much designer clothing, nor did she desire it. She was quite self-taught in terms of manners, and thanks to that little book she got from Mr. Purple, well... not like she had anything to lose by taking that book seriously, did she?

Emily was in the middle of a rather monotonous class, already starting to doodle on her notes when a stranger burst into class. This stranger had an aura of perfection on her, which quite irked Emily. Not of jealousy, but of annoyance - why? This woman slammed her hand right against her desk.

"Miss, I am afraid you lack a sense of decorum." Emily said, almost mocking Grace as her voice and facial expression feigned something akin to Layla's ever cheerful tone. "Oh, and by the way - before you leave, your tone of speech isn't of a refined lady, I'm afraid."

Oh my, a challenge?

"Let us commoners be," She said, turning to face the teacher and giving a curt nod, just so that he would continue with his lesson - no matter how boring it was. "Come back when you've learned to watch your tongue."

[Hiyami]

Hiyami, sitting happily in the back of the classroom - as far back as she'd been able in the row closest to the door - was a bit surprised. Okay, if she were entirely honest, she was very, very surprised. She'd been bored out of her mind - but was still dutifully taking notes.

Geography, while perhaps not the most useful of subjects, was still something she could use. One day. Eventually.... Maybe? Well, it was something they would be having a test on, and, as always, she wanted to do well.

As it was, she was surprised when someone threw the door open - it was like having a bucket of cold water thrown on you, seeing as you never seem to expect it - but even more so when the teacher let the girl continue speaking. Then again, the geography teacher was quite a bit less.... er.... Well, effective, were she to be honest. After all, in this time and day, teachers were either plain out passive or ultimately too aggressive.

Still, the girl made a bit of a speech - a rather irritating rant, more like - and then started to flounce her merry way out. And yet, the others students - one she hadn't met, and Ryuu and Emily. Ryuu she'd run into at the assembly when she'd discovered her Qi. Emily.... Well, Emily had essentially knocked her flat.

Hiyami was sincerely amused to see that Emily was challenging the other girl in decorum. Seriously. Who cared? Still, as she listened, she mentally winced. Emily sounded a bit.... Well, uppity wouldn't be too nice of a word, but it sure felt like it. After a moment or two, Hiyami decided that Emily was simply trying to give tit for tat.

Still, though she knew better - Goddammit, why doesn't that danger button ever work?! - she spoke up.

"Come on, Emily - do you really want to risk getting that kind of grease on you?" she asked, her face entirely bland despite her amused tone.

Still, she'd certainly been paying attention. From the way that the newcomer spoke, she didn't want to be there.... Which brought up the question of why she was, indeed, present at their school. Her tone, speech, dress, posture, and all of that fancifulness pretty much shouted that she wasn't from their school. And even if she were... Would she not have made this ruckus earlier on in the year? Or at least been seen around the campus? Hiyami's interest was happily piqued.