Female Wrath~[Morgan]

[Sara Quinn]

Sara walked outside of the school and looked around, her face a mask of anger, arm slung across her midsection. She glared around the mostly empty courtyard. Nice. Very nice. She was glad it was almost empty. Her poor stomach gave another small throb. Her hand rubbed in small circles trying to quell the pain. Sara had just blown up in class. Yes. Completely freaked. During lunch... her... God forbid she even think the word right now...

Period

Had started. That was enough of a piss off as it was. It was early, and that sucked. She hadn't planned on it starting so she had had no... girly stuff on her. And so she had had to go to the office. How bad was that...? And then during class... It was just insane. Her emotions were all over the place. PMS much~?

She looked around and spotted a table close by. She walked towards it and sat down. She had been kicked out of class after freaking out, so now here she was for another hour, with nothing to do but wait for last period. Period... This sucked... She wanted to kill someone...

[Morgan Proulx]

Ok, Morgan was supposed to be in class, but that was never going to last long. He gave a sigh as he walked out of the building he needed to get some air he was already sick of listening to these boring old fuddy duddies talk. It really irritated him having to sit and listen and if you didn't you got a punch. Luckily there were only a few teachers who could impose order. None of them he had! So he had walked off, kicking a hole in the door as went. By the time he had gotten outside he had calmed down immeasurably. He climbed up a low hanging branch, and lay. His hands behind his head and his eyes closed. Until he heard the shuffling foot steps of a supposedly empty area.

"So no nap ke!"

He said to himself as he looked down. A girl walking in circles, rubbing her stomach and a face of pure menace. Oooh that looked like fun. His left index finger tapped at one of the many metal hoops hanging from his left ear as he looked at her. She came closer, sitting at the table he had used as a launching pad to send himself into the tree. Too much fun. He hooked his legs and dropped down. His face looking at her upside down. His pink hair was done in many different braided strands. It was like having pink dreadlocks. His left ear had three hoops on the top two on the bottom, his right only had three up top. He spoke in his usual accent and tone.

"Whats ya problem, gotchya period or sumfin!"

He stuck his tongue out, not really in much of mood since the morning. He crossed his arms over his gray shirt that was hanging down over his stomach now. His white and blue scarf, the tips dangling. His hands were covered by a pair of leather gloves, fingerless. A pair of simple blue denim jeans and black and white retro sneakers. It was simple yet effective.

"So speak up lassy!"

[Sara Quinn]

Sara sat down at the table, her hand still rubbing her tummy in soft circles. She had gone from anger to pitying herself in a matter of seconds. This sucked. Why now? Why today? Did the gods hate her this much? Like really now. She didn't deserve this shit. Not at all. And it was chilly to. Not a good day to wear shorts and a t-shirt. It wouldn't even be so bad if she had her jacket, but she didn't and that only pissed her off more... Or made her sadder, she didn't know right now.

She heard something above her and she froze, like a deer caught in the headlights. And then something dropped in front of her, all pink and... Pink. And braids. What the fuck!? What ever it was... It spoke. And it said the worst thing possible to her.

"Whats ya problem, gotchya period or sumfin!"

Her face hardened as she stared at him, his tongue sticking out. Oh... This boy... He was going to regret ever having been born. Seriously. She was going to make him pay. Dearly.

"So speak up lassy!"

Sara stood up quickly, her hands moving up to catch the stupid little shit that thought he was a bloody monkey. Her right hand would fist in that STUPID pink hair of his, and her left would fist on his right shoulder, grasping onto the fabric of his clothes, and then she would pull him downwards, hopefully dropping him onto the table, where she could beat the shit out of him.

[Morgan Proulx]

His braids had been grabbed. The fucking bitch! With a strong yank he was dragged out of the tree. He managed to get his legs over the top and launch himself off of the table landing on his knees. The force getting his hair free from the crazy one. With a quick turn Morgan faced the woman. He gave her a sneer as he rubbed his nose. He was now ready to crush that little figure of hers. He raised an eyebrow though, he brushed a few braids out of his face and spoke.

"I guess I was right... but that is what ya get for being a humanoid cow"

He said this whilst looking at her breasts. Well it was true, she had milk sacks on her chest. Morgan preferred a flat chested male. One who did not look crazier than he. He took two paces back his hands flexing and un flexing. The leather seemed to stretch and groan. He gave a twisted smile, as he stood up tall, his legs spread apart, his hands still flexing and unflexing. He was pissed.

"So now that you started it let me finish K?"

[Sara Quinn]

Sara wrenched him out of the tree and he came down, but he did some crazy shit, pulling himself out of her grasp and landing on his knees a little ways away. That, once again, pissed her off more. She was ready to explode. She was going to KILL someone today.

Her stomach gave another throb of pain. Shit... You know whose fault this is? Man. That's who. It was the fault of any living creature with a penis. At that moment she made it her personal goal to murder every man alive. She wanted to get through at least the school today. How many men were here? Oh well... It didn't matter. She would start with the one right in front of her. She needed to watch her anger though, it was making her act rashly, and that would be a problem.

"I guess I was right... but that is what ya get for being a humanoid cow"

"What...?" She snapped back from her thoughts of murder, and turned her head to look at him. "Excuse me...? What did you call me?" Oh he didn't just go there... She watched him step back. He looked pissed. Good. So was she.

"So now that you started it let me finish K?"

She walked around the table until she was facing him again. He looked like he was going to fight her. Good. She was going to take him down. Hard. She took another few steps towards him, her poor little tummy giving another pang of pain. GODDAMN being a woman sucked ass right now. Well if there were no men, there wouldn't be a need for period would there?

She looked at him. She sucked with attacking. She would need to think of something else. She suddenly dropped to her knees, her arms wrapping around her stomach, her face contorting in pain.

"My ovaries.... Uhhhh... They feel like they're going to explode...." She watched the ground in front of her, waiting for him to come see if she was ok.

[David Blaze]

since Morgan hasnt posted in a while, fight goes to Sara.

(speaking as a mod here...dont feel like switching accounts)