PMS isn't fun (Hiyami)

[seishounohana]

Emily wasn't in a very good mood. In fact, it would be not in anyone's best interest to actually even bother to even try to cheer her up. For one, she practically flunked a really important quiz earlier that day.

Usually, some students would just go all "meh". But no, Emily's greatest pride and joy was not her pretty silver hair, not her ballerina figure, not her fighting skill or influence, but more rather her own marks.

Yes, she was a nerd at heart.

Emily growled under her breath. Nope, she didn't want to hit anyone right now at the very least. Maybe hitting the wall should suffice? She would pull her arm back, roll her hand into a fist and aim one hard punch at the wall...

... which, after a few seconds, crumbled apart.

...

"ARGH!" Emily said, hunching over and pulling on her braid slightly. "God damn that math! I swear, if that grade goes lower than a B minus I'm going to kill someone!"

...

Sure hope no one heard that >_>;

[Hiyami]

Hiyami froze when she saw some silver-haired girl effectively destroy a wall. She considered running for it, but her time at the high school had emboldened her to the point where she at least made herself known to those she felt were out of line.

Then the girl tugged on her own braid - which Hiyami guessed was some kind of habit. Perhaps a gesture of nervousness or - more likely in this case - frustration. Hiyami noted, with some interest, that the girl had silvery hair.

"God damn that math! I swear, if that grade goes lower than a B minus I'm going to kill someone!"

Hiyami raised an eyebrow. "Not me, I hope." she said bluntly, setting her own bag down. The girl had silver hair - not necessarily a common hair color. Hiyami paused and took a look at the girl.

"You..." Hiyami frowned a bit. She'd heard quite a few rumors... She hadn't really run into the 'top' crowd, but she'd certainly heard of them. Particularly their Golden Child.

The darling girl that simply couldn't get into trouble. "You wouldn't happen to be Emily, would you?" she asked, almost cautiously. This being her first encounter with the girl, she didn't know what to expect. With the words that had just come out of the silver-haired girl's mouth, she obviously wasn't the poster child they all thought she was. Or portrayed her as, anyways.

[seishounohana]

"Not me, I hope."

Uh, oh. That wasn't a very smart move, freshman. In fact, Emily basically placed her glare towards the new girl's direction. Yup, she wasn't in a very good mood at all - something very rare, and something almost many students knew that when it happens: "MAKE A RUN FOR IT!"

In fact, getting her pissed off would be as bad as pissing off the School Captain. Well, their strengths weren't so far off - so it was not that bad of an analogy was it?

"You..."

Emily bit her lip a bit. What did this girl want? This wasn't a perfect time to basically ask her for some time for some good ol' chit-chat over a spot of tea. Nope, definitely awful timing. "What do you want?" Emily said quite sharply, her usually serene eyes now piercingly scary.

Yup, being bipolar and female (of all things) does things to you.

"You wouldn't happen to be Emily, would you?" Emily rolled her eyes and began adjusting her gloves.

Okay, deep breaths. You don't want to piss people off, now do you Em? "Yeah, I'm Emily." She said, "What do yo--" A pause, catching herself speaking out of line. "...Can I help you with anything?"

There. Much better.

[Hiyami]

"What do you want?" the girl said. Hiyami frowned - she was rather unkind. Sharp, even. So much for the angelic poster child.

Still, Hiyami had asked her question - she was still new, despite being a sophmore - and found that the silver-haired girl had rolled her eyes at her. Hiyami scowled at this. How rude could a person get?

"Yeah, I'm Emily," the now self-proclaimed Emily said. "What do yo--" And then the girl paused, and Hiyami found herself staring at the girl. "...Can I help you with anything?"

A normal person might've been relieved that Emily wasn't upset with them, but Hiyami wasn't a normal person. Rather than leaving the girl alone, she wanted to figure out what had just happened.

First the girl had blown hot air. But fairly quickly, that hot hair had gone cold. Was she.... Hiyami couldn't figure out if the Emily before her had just calmed down or was being weird.

Being a bit dubious and perhaps even on the safe side, she did something no normal person would do, and said something no normal person would say.

She left her bag where it was and walked towards Emily, still simply staring at her. "You're a bit bipol--"

And then she was cut off. Not by words of any sort, but rather, her own clumsiness. Yes, that's right. She'd tripped. Unfortunately, she was close enough to Emily to grab for her - anything to stop the fall, dammit! - and had managed to get some hair caught in her fingers.

When she landed - thump! - she'd winced, before moving to get back to her feet. And realized that she still felt hair in her hands. She looked down to find a few silvery strands of Emily's hair in her hands.

She should've said oops. Or sorry. Or anything that was apologetic. Instead, the words that came out of her mouth?

"Hey, nice hair."

[seishounohana]

Even the most patient of people would have a bad day, and Emily was not exempt from that rule of life. Sad as it may be, that's how things were. Well, the way things were going, someone's ass was going to get kicked quite badly.

Emily had caught herself being bitchy in front of people, and she was basically trying to control herself from displaying her bipolar tendencies out in the open. Attention was the thing she'd much rather not have at the moment - at least, not yet. There was so much to be done; so much to watch out for.

Well, the girl was about to make another remark when a sudden display of utter (and albeit funny) clumsiness caused the new girl to trip and yank on Emily's hair to try and stop the fall. Emily's hair, of all things.

Emily was a very vain woman, and her hair was her pride and joy. That silvery sheen of white that she treasured as a memory of her own personal trials, and a reminder of her own mistakes in the past. "HOLY CARP!" Emily screamed, clutching her head as she felt a few strands of hair being ripped out of her scalp. Ow, that hurt real bad...

Emily wasn't doing a very good job controlling herself.

"..."

Uh, oh - she was quiet! That's not a very good sign.

"Hey, nice hair."

"That's all you've got to say!?" Emily said, turning around quickly to try and pull off a punch towards Hiyami's stomach, only to miss due to her slight disorientation prior to the pain of the yanking. The ground underneath Hiyami would crack and shake though - and it could be seen quite obviously, again - in this similar feat of power and ability that Hiyami didn't have a chance.

But of course, Emily did not do anything without a purpose. After all, she was first and foremost very self-aware. This girl would know when she should've just dashed off to somewhere to get through her anger.

Though - inwardly, she was also curious as to how this young and unfamiliar girl could display such confidence. Maybe she was powerful after all? We'll see.

[Hiyami]

Hiyami had watched, almost a bit bemused, as the girl cried out - "HOLY CARP!"

And then had made her remark as to the girl's hair. But her mind was still stuck on the carp remark. Why not holy crap? Why holy carp? Hiyami was a bit confused. In writing, that was a typical accident... But why in actual words? She was going to ask, but then the other girl had blown her top.

"That's all you've got to say!?" the silver-haired girl screamed out as she slammed her fist into the ground - really, really close to Hiyami. And Hiyami was going to say something, because that had looked like it hurt.

But of course, she didn't get to it because the ground was moving. And shaking. And crumbling a bit. It was her turn to scream.

"HOLY FRIGGIN' HORSESHOES!" she cried out, scrambling the hell out of the way. Of course... She promptly tripped. Landing straight on her face, she promptly got back up. Kind of. It was more like she'd sat up, but at the same time, overshot it in her hurry to get away.

The result? She'd fallen backwards... And could see Emily's feet. And part of her legs. And...

"Uh oh?" Hiyami threw herself forward, rolling away - like a rolly polly ollie ball.

And then, when she was about three or four feet away, she clambered to her feet.

"You have very pretty hair?" she squeaked, unsure of what exactly one was supposed to say when they'd angered a dragon. A dragon who obviously thought that you tasted good when burnt to a crisp and with lots of ketchup. Hiyami swore she could see ketchup flying around Emily's head.

"It'll grow back, I promise!" she said hastily, backing away slightly, hands up. "Probably, anyways... I read somewhere that trauma to the head could lead to some scary things, but that probably doesn't mean you, right?"

Hiyami saw the look on Emily's face and winced. "I mean, c'mon, why d'ya care anyways? They're just a couple of gray hairs!"

[seishounohana]

Why "holy carp?" Well, thing is - Emily's weird like that.

It can't get any simpler than it is, could it?

But yes, Emily was enraged beyond all belief. Not only was this day horrible, but she could just swear that if she was allowed to kill someone LEGALLY; then she would do it - right here, right now.

"HOLY FRIGGIN' HORSESHOES!" The girl cried, trying to get out of the way. Funny enough, she tripped. Emily fought the urge to laugh with her slight feeling of annoyance and that thought of the pain searing through her head. Not fun, is it?

Emily purposely let her escape. Why? Emily wanted to give herself space to calm down. Her morals could not possibly lead her to kill just because they yanked her hair; something that she hated beyond all belief.

"You have very pretty hair?" Emily growled, "It'll grow back, I promise!"

"Probably, anyways... I read somewhere that trauma to the head could lead to some scary things, but that probably doesn't mean you, right?"

"..."

Not amusing, Hiyami.

"I mean, c'mon, why d'ya care anyways? They're just a couple of gray hairs!"

Emily threw a fist at another wall, making it crumble again in her frustration and failed attempt at controlling her own anger. Yeah, this was a very rare find. "A couple?!" She said, "All my hair is effin' gray!" She would then dash forward, her eyes still feral with anger as she went to try and deliver a roundhouse kick to Hiyami's left temple. Should it hit, it could send the girl flying sidewards onto another wall. "Why don't you just stop your fucking excuses and fight? Defend yourself!"

[Hiyami]

Now, Hiyami wasn't typically a horseshoes kind of girl, but Emily bein' a carpish girl and all, the words had just come falling out of her mouth. It wasn't like she could help it, right? She just sort of... adapted to each new person.

After some moments of hastily trying to calm the silver-haired girl down, Hiyami went wide-eyed when she saw the other girl break yet another wall. Wasn't that.... technically.... destruction of school property?

"A couple?!" the stronger girl cried out, obviously outraged. Why did Hiyami suddenly have the feeling that she'd essentially thrown gasoline into a fire? "All my hair is effin' gray!"

Hiyami decided that Emily was very sensitive about her hair and promptly noted that Emily must've had a traumatizing life. Which was probably true anyways, but think about it! All those gray hairs couldn't just be for show, right? Exactly.

Happily, though, she kept her mouth shut. At least until Emily was far away and then suddenly far too close. Hiyami winced when she realized what was coming and did her best to dodge the kick - that would probably hurt like hell - but ultimately failed, though she managed to take a step back. She still flew, and she definitely slammed full force into a wall, but she wasn't hit in the face, but rather, the shoulder area. Which was very impressive of Emily because shoulders weren't like heads and didn't go flying as easily.

Obviously, Hiyami was out of her league. Then again, any fight typically meant she was out of her league because she didn't have the strength, training, or knowledge to actually find herself winning a fight. Surviving one, yes. Winning? No. No chance in hell.

She slid down the wall - a very short distance - to land on her feet. She was surprised she was still standing; her legs felt like spaghetti.

"Why don't you just stop your fucking excuses and fight? Defend yourself!" Emily demanded of her. Hiyami's eyes narrowed.

Fine. It wasn't as though she'd wanted to rip hairs out of Emily's head. It was an accident. And then, upon trying to make amends, Emily tried to kill her.

Hmmm. Either she's had a damned bad day, or she's not the saint everyone thinks she is, she thought angrily. Her shoulder hurt, her back hurt, she'd just seen Emily cause a minor earthquake, break two walls, and blow up over strands of hair.

But Emily had said to defend herself, and scowling at the other girl defiantly, she did just that. She crouched down, sat, and then promptly rolled herself into a ball.

It was the fetal position. Commonly seen in characters such as Rima from Shugo Chara. It was useful, though. Because she was rolled into a ball, when someone struck her, she typically either rolled or was thrown away. And as far as landing went, she could typically unroll to land in a less hazardous way because she certainly didn't bounce.

It took on a small amount of damage. Hiyami didn't know any defensive or offensive moves or anything of the sort. As it was, she was essentially fucked. At least this way, it would hurt less.

"Well?" she demanded, a bit roughly. The sound was muffled by her little ball, but the words would still be heard. "Aren't you going to hit me again?" It couldn't be helped if she came off as a bit bitter. After all, Emily wasn't the only one who'd had a long day.

[seishounohana]

Emily kept a close eye on this girl. Though she was obviously enraged, there was always this part of her that was curious. Even more so now that apparently, this girl had absolutely no ability to fight back. How the heck was she going to survive at school like this?

The girl decided then to defend herself. As to the how, surprised Emily by a lot. Of all her years in the Public Education System, this was the first time someone had rolled into a ball in response to any offensive she had made. She couldn't dismiss it as either sad or pathetic, as she could see herself to be somewhat like what this girl was long, long ago. Back when she still had black hair and an unscarred complexion.

"Well? Aren't you going to hit me again?"

Emily took a deep breath as she reached for her pockets for a little vial, popping one of it's contents into her mouth and swallowing. "No." she said as she returned the small vial on her pockets. "Stand up. I can't just hit you now knowing you don't even know how to defend yourself."

There we go. That's the Emily we know!

Now if she could only keep that exam off her mind...

[Hiyami]

"No."

Hiyami was suspicious. She peeked out of her little ball, unsure of what to expect. Her ears were telling her that Emily refused to hit her... Which came as a bit of a surprise, seeing as Emily had just tried to kill her dead. Very dead. Instantly, her brain started working, giving her possibilities, reasons - justifications for why Emily refused to attack.

"Stand up. I can't just hit you now knowing you don't even know how to defend yourself."

And suddenly it made sense. Emily pitied her. Hiyami earnestly wasn't sure as to whether she should be offended or relieved. Certainly, Emily had stopped her homicidal rampage. But what did that mean for Hiyami? Hiyami certainly couldn't just nod and walk away. Not after somehow getting Emily angry for some reason and then being dealt a "Get Out of Jail Free" card.

Hiyami waited for a long moment, and then finally unrolled and got to her feet.

"Then?" Hiyami asked, her eyes still showing all the caution in the world. She didn't particularly want to get a freebie... So she was asking what Emily wanted in return. She wasn't sure Emily would understand, but she herself understood that she owed Emily.

She still wasn't sure just what the hell she'd done to anger the silver-haired girl.... But still. She considered the vial from which Emily had just ingested something, but then put it to the side. It wasn't her business, not yet.

[seishounohana]

"Then?"

"Then you tell me what you want with your life here in P-H-S 42." Emily said bluntly, keeping her distance as she leaned against a wall. This wall was slightly cracked by the impacts of the earlier encounter. There were students who took the courage to continue their trek to and from classrooms. Of course, this rare Emily rampage was the reason why they were a bit afraid to pass by. "You're not going to survive in this school just rolling yourself up into a ball."

She shook her head and sighed. "Definitely not; especially when this place has students who even set an entire building on fire. For what reason; I don't want to bother explaining."

[Hiyami]

Hiyami scowled at the girl, before abruptly turning away. As much as she hated to admit it, Emily had a point. A really, really good point. Rolling into a ball, while useful enough in fights, wouldn't be good enough if someone pulled a weapon... Or set something on fire. That... would be bad.

"It's not that complicated," she said bluntly, turning back to the silver-haired girl. Even with a moment to think, she was ultimately after just one thing: "I want to survive high school, graduate, and get a job. Preferably one that'll help to do away with gangs."