McDuh (Arya)

[Damien Kross, Jester]

...So, I hit someone today... really hard... in the face... in the middle of a McDonalds... Erm, yeah. Long story short, it's ten minutes before lunch. I left school early to grab some McChow, but hit a bit of McTraffic on the way... Some McMoron apparently couldn't handle a simple McLaneChange and almost caused a McAccident.

I was McPissed.

Anyways, I made it there, parked, and went inside. The line was short, giving me hope that I would be out in a flash. But nope... It's never that easy.

Some dumbshit had no idea what he wanted when he was at te front of the line... I hate these goddamn people. I knew what I wanted when I LEFT SCHOOL. Two McChicken sandwiches, a medium fries, and a medium Suicide (a shot of everything on the fountain for you lame people.) But nooooooo... This guy had to really think about it... Finally, he ordered... A small fries... But wait, he wanted to add an apple pie... THEN at the last minute, add a Quarter Pounder... Then, AFTER the receipt was printed and he was gonna sign it, he decided AGAINST THE GODDAMN APPLE PIE.

Would you like ketchup with that?

McDuh.

WHAM! My fist in his goddamn face. McDuh? McDUH?! WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?! AAAAAAAAAGH!!! Yet, I got a smile from the dude at the cashier. He seemed happy someone had the nerve to shut the idiot up. I ordered my food, got it, and left, eager to get back to school to eat.

I would find myself in the lunch room, noshing upon a McChicken, surrounded my students who very badly wanted some...

Well, that's too McFuckingBad.

[Arya]

My first day at a new school, and it seems all the same. I know it's all the same. You have your preps, jocks, nerds, average kids, the ones who didn't bathe, and the ones with OCD issues. I didn't fit in with any of them, and I never wanted to. But they all stare at me as I walk down the hall like I own it. It's called putting a little pep in your step, and walking as tall as you can.

When you're a wonderful 5'3", you wear some massive heels to stand average with everyone else. I know I did. My combat boots went to my knees, and had five inch heels. Making me as tall as the rest of these damned bitches in the school. I wore a pair of black leather pants with the boots. A real corset, and since I'm already tiny, most men could put both hands around my waist when I wear it. It amps up what they want, cleavage in a tiny package. Pigs, I love it so.

Everyone was staring, but they always do. It's why I have Lust and Envy tattooed on my wrists. Lust for the men, envy for the women. My corset was white and military green, tight to my skin. My hair and nails were a bright fucking red, stood out no matter where I went except for a rave. My hair was in a faux hawk, slicked back on the sides, pompadour on top, and a long ponytail down the back.

I was on my way to the lunch room, and as soon as I got inside I saw it was crammed with sheep-- people everywhere. My nose wrinkled in disgust. I love crammed people in raves, not in lunchrooms. Some of these kids didn't take baths regularly, remember? I got in line and grabbed a simple salad, as I was not going to eat the other slop they served here.

Walking like I worked the runway, carrying my tray toward the back when some girl walked up and "spilled" her soda on my corset. She "apologized", the slut, and sat back down in front of me, giggling with her friends. I smiled down at her, and walked right next to her.

Then I dumped my entire salad in her fakey fake hair. She screamed, or at least started to before I opened my milk and slowly added that on top of it. Such a smile on my glossed lips, everyone was watching now.

"Apology accepted."

And I continued to walk toward the back, strutting like before. I didn't give two shits as to who was watching or what they were thinking. Her screams had even stopped. Good. Stupid bitch.

[Damien Kross, Jester]

As always, nothing could ever stay quiet in this school. Can't a man eat his genetically enhanced super-chicken in peace? Guess not. Some crazy bitch had to go and fix her lunch on another student's head... Sure, I could let it go, but meh, I was a Pillar... Gotta do all the stupid shit, like ensure a safe learning environment for students... Ugh.

A small ketchup packet would be taken out from my to-go bag, and after a bit of careful aim, it would be thrown at the girl with the faux hawk. The packet wasn't thrown hard enough to break, but she would know she was hit by something.

"Yo!" I would yell after impact. "You gonna clean that girl's head up?" I asked her, knowing it was a joke and making it sound as such.

[Arya]

I'm sure my eyebrows were raised when I looked at this guy who had thrown right at me. Really? What the fuck? What the hell was his problem? Couldn't he just mind his own business? I smirked at him, pausing right next to him.

"Is she gunna clean up my top? I really don't think so. So my answer is no."

My smile was not friendly, it wasn't nice in the least bit. Fuck him and sticking his nose in my business. I didn't want or need him doing that. For all I knew, he probably had a crush on the blonde bitch. She looked like the type guys drooled after or on. Heh. Whores.

I continued to walk, not pausing long. After all, why sitting around and chit chat with the guy who threw the ketchup package? He was just annoying, less so than that girl had been. Lots of guys were watching me. Lust. My gaze flicked straight to my wrist, then back toward the doors out of the lunchroom and into the courtyard. That was where I was headed, away from this chaos.

[Damien Kross, Jester]

"Maybe you didn't hear me properly." I said with a smile, holding up my half-empty container of fries. "Damien Kross, Pillar. I run this place." I showed her the container of fries. "And unless you come over here so we have a little chat, you'll be smelling like cheap vegetable oil all day."

I knew her type... The 'fuck everyone and everything' girl... They were something very common in a school like this... An eat or be eaten environment creates attitudes like this one... Ugh, why couldn't people just be, oh I dunno, NORMAL?

I think that's asking for too much Jester.

Mhm... No doubt about that.

Especially in a shithole like this.

Agreed.

[Arya]

I turned and looked at him. Raising one hand I tapped my cherry red lips, with a matching red nail. As if I was really thinking it over. Then I smirked, of course my answer would be the same as it had before, but at least I could let him think that I was considering waltzing over and talking to him. And while I was pretending to think, I got a good eyeful. He was pretty damn good looking, but then I liked those who made statements of their own.

"Well, I guess it'd go with the soda. Sorry handsome, I don't like being around these crowds."

And once again, I made my way to the doors. The sweet release of fresh air, almost as good as a quickie. I hate that over smelling stench of too much fake shit in one room. Too many fake bitches and their perfume. Ugh.

I wasn't exactly saying that I wouldn't talk with him. I was just stating I wouldn't talk in the middle of the lunch room. If this Mr. Pillar, whatever the hell that was, wanted to talk to me, then he could get on those long legs of his and follow.

[Damien Kross, Jester]

Well well, looked like a bit of a chase was in order. No problems here... If that was her thing, I'd play along. I put my food in the trash and followed her, a grin spreading on my lips. Some murmurs came from the other students, many of them thinking I was going to start trouble.

Oh God Jester... What are you planning this time?

Not sure. I like this girl's style...

I followed her into the hall, beginning to close the distance between us. I took this moment to look her over... The clothing was unique, the body was nice, and the hair was something strangely arousing...

"So, not one for taking shit, hm?" I said with a tone that implied I heard that sort of thing before... many times.

[Arya]

He followed, and that was all good with me. He asked a question, and I had to think on it for a moment. Was I one of those, who didn't take shit from no one? Hardly. I chuckled slightly, and shook my head just a bit. My hands went to my hips as a walked, going down the hallway lined with lockers. This school was just the same as everyone else.

The hallway was empty and I was half way down the entire thing. This was a good spot as any to make a stand of sorts. Arya's last stand? I would hate to think of it like that, but I spun on one heel almost elegantly. I loved those moments when I could pull that shit out of my ass. I grinned at him, hands still on my hips, facing him suddenly.

"Not really. I hate those fake blonde bitches. So when one tries to... well when one pisses me off, I can't help but respond in the same sort of manner. They bring out the worst in me."

I tilted my head to the side, and my piercings gleamed in the light. I had tons in each ear, something that I also loved about my look. Piercings were rather addictive, just like tattoos.

"Now then Mr.Pillar, how can I help you so you're out of my hair?"

[Damien Kross, Jester]

"Out of your hair?" I feigned a look of neglect. "Just meeting me and you already want me gone? You know how to make a guy feel wanted." I let my smile return.

I mimicked her hands on hip movement, cocked my head, then leaned a shoulder against a locker, crossing my feet. I liked her attitude... It was bitchy, yet refreshing. Not to mention, with my new frontal view, how attractive she was. It was nice to know someone like this attended the school.

She is exactly what you hated Kate for being.

Wrong. So very wrong. I hated Kate for being manipulative.

Yet, you are the manipulative one.

Yes, I'm a hypocrite too. Can we move on?

[Arya]

He copied me for a second, before he leaned on the locker. Alright, alright, he had a smile that could make a girl's knees want to buckle. Heh, I could use a man like that in my bed. At least, if he proved some other things to be just as good.

"Trust me, I could make a man feel wanted if I wanted to."

I was very good at that. It wasn't about twisting a man around my finger, or anything of that sort. Instead, the wonderful feeling of skin on my skin. Of the heat between bodies. Or lips pressed, or the billion other things I enjoyed. Oh yes, I was very good at wanting a man when I really wanted him.

Whether the man made me want him, or even if I just jumped the poor guy, the result was always the same.

"People who throw things at me, not the typical person I think of being next to."

I moved my hands, sliding them up around my waist. My hands were tiny, and as such they did not fit around it, however his hands would easily encircle the corset induced waist line. I took a deep breath, then dropped it. I only needed his eyes to glance for a moment. Maybe I wanted him. Maybe I didn't. I sure as hell hadn't made up my mind yet. Fuck, I didn't even know what a pillar was. For all I knew it could be Mr.Never-Ever-Sleep-With-Me-Because-I-Carry-Transferable-Issues. Not likely, but there was a very slim chance.

[Damien Kross, Jester]

"Mmmm, and girls who move the salad bar onto another girl's head match that category quite well." I replied, deciding to play her game. Her motions didn't so much distract as interest me. The girl wasn't coy about flirting, nor was she shy about it... Again, a refreshing quality. Why beat around the bush?

"So, are you a new student here? Or do you just not care when a Pillar adresses you? Frankly, I think saying the latter would help with this flirting of yours." I smirked. The idea of student rebellion would probably fit that image she carried, but again, it may have deminished what she was.

So many things I was unsure of.

[Arya]

"Then don't follow me handsome, if I'm an unsavory sort."

Well, he looked but didn't react in any sort of way. Interesting really, some people could throw you for loops. A part of life. I rolled my crystal blue eyes just a tad at his stupid question. I gave him a slight smile, just a tad of humor showing of course.

"You would have noticed me in these halls before now if I had started out here. So, do I really have to answer that?"

After all, I made a statement. I wasn't a forgettable figure. If I had been walking these halls, he would have noticed me way before this point in time. He was just being silly, and it wasn't cute in the least bit. I sighed and shifted my weight to my other hip, and couldn't help but wonder if this was going to take long.

"And if it helps, I have no fucking clue what a pillar is."

[Damien Kross, Jester]

"I suppose that's true." I gave her body another once over. "I doubt I'd miss this for more than a day. As far as what a Pillar is, I won't bore you with the details... Long story short, myself and three others protect the school- especially from gorgeous redheads armed with milk cartons." I crossed my arms, giving her a sly look.

"And I don't find you to be an unsavory sort. It's quite the opposite in fact." This was getting fun. With having been in the backseat for all this Kate bullshit, I didn't get to have any flirting fun of my own. But now, I was in control, so sorry Damien, this was my time.

[Arya]

Ha, now he was getting to flirting. I could almost say a little too little, a little too late. I calmly walked to where he was standing, and looked up. Had I been on flats or normal heels he would have dwarfed me. Well, for guys that was an attractive sort of thing. Men were suppose to be big and manly, in all sorts of ways. You can figure that out, I'll leave it to your imagination.

"Well, Mr. Kross, school knight, or whatever... My name is Arya Harrison, and today is my very first day at school, if you really must know. I don't plan on wielding many milk cartons, or other objects. I'd rather people kept the violence to themselves and left me the fuck alone... unless of course they have something interesting for me."

What exactly was I hinting at? Well, you can do math right? He was a pretty hot guy, and while he wasn't too much my type he was fun to kinda flirt with. I like those guys were you say no, and they think it means take me I'm yours. If they can catch me. And if they do understand the difference between a no that means yes, and a no that means no. And yes, there is a HUGE difference. You look at my eyes, and you can tell the difference. Most guys can't though, for some odd reason.

[Damien Kross, Jester]

"Well Miss Arya Harrison, my name is Damien Kross. I deal with an excessive amount of boring and angry people on a daily basis, so excuse me if I'm interested by someone who clearly isn't. And depending on what you find interesting, I just may have it." The smile I gave was not the flashy one I was so accustomed to giving... It was barely visable- more entranced than amused.

Finally, something worth a damn happened in this school. Now, it was merely a question of what this fire-haired vixen found interesting, and I hoped it was something I could easily deliver.

Jesus, you don't linger in this stage, do you?

I'm not one to tiptoe through the Goddamn tulips Damien.