Do lockers feel pain? [Open]

[Sara Quinn]

Sara stood in front of her locker glaring at the lock. This... was getting... RIDICULOUS. She was going to murder her locker, then the person who made the lock, then the person who invented lockers. She took a deep breath and reached for the lock again, twirling the dial, slowly, to make sure she got it right. She finished the combination and pulled gently on the lock. Nothing. She pulled harder. Nothing. She tugged. Nothing. She brought her fist back and threw it forward into the locker door... Nothing.

She dropped her head back, an audible growl coming from her throat, and then dropped her head forward, smacking it lightly into the locker. She was going to KILL someone. This was getting ridiculous. She didn't know how to deal with the goddamn thing. She tried again, bringing her hand to the lock, her head still resting on the cool metal of her locker. Her gaze fell to the lock as she twirled the dial again and pulled. Nothing.

Sara stepped back and drew her foot up, and kicked the locked door, denting it slightly. "Dammit!! Let me in, you stupid... piece... of crap!" Each pause was accentuated as she kicked the locker door. She gave the locker one last kick for good measure and turned away from it, glancing up and down the halls, glaring at anyone who had the nerve to look at her. "What?! Someone have a problem?! Keep friggin' walking kids!"

[Patrick O'Connor]

For the first time Patrick entered the school called PHS 42, or Moral Crest High. Patrick laughed the first time he read the name of the school. Moral crest high? How long would that last? Especially since his arrival. If people left him alone, well enough, but it was unlikely. If 259 had been any indicator of the west coast's treatment of transfers then this was going to be a wild ride. How many deaths or cripplings would it take for this school to know his name? It didn't matter. Coldly and ruthlessly Patrick would kill or maim anyone who came his way to try and challenge him. The irish young man felt the eyes on him for the first time. They seemed to hate him already. They would know pain it seemed.

Patrick however had no time to start his little rampage, because they held their ground. Instead it was time to go to whatever locker had been assigned to him. Honestly he didn;t care. Right now he was apathetic really. He could care less what his first class was or was not, he really had not decided whether to go to it or not. The only thing he cared about was staying apathetic really as it was almost a good mood for him, rather then being all bottled up in hate and pain. And to insure that he needed to make sure he could get his locker open so that he could load up all kinds of contraband items inside.

Patrick was about the round the last corner to where his locker should be when he heard some girl scream about her locker not opening. With his luck his locker would probably right next to hers. Too bad he didn't get the chance to find out just yet. A student that stood three inches taller then him stepped in his way with an evil grimmace and the irish teen was convinced that the words "transfer" came from his lips. Pity, Patrick had wanted to get through at least the first half hour without destroying some one's life at this new school. The irish teen didn't have time to deal with this. With a slight growl of anger he threw a quick punch without warning. The target hit the kid fell down choking and clutching his neck. Would the kid die? Maybe Patrick didn't care, he brutally carried out this one act as if it were as natural as breathing to him.

He picked up the wrist of the kid and began to drag him. He watched the nimbers of the lockers go by as he noted that the kid was no longer making that choking sound. AS luck would have it, the owner of this locker was his neighbor, the one who just shouted:

"What?! Someone have a problem?! Keep friggin' walking kids!"

Patrick gave a slight jerk and caught the hair of te body he was dragging. He slammed the face of the kid inot the lock combination of the loud girl's locker three times, emitting a cracking sound. The locker opened slowly and creaking, blood dripping down it. Patrick cast the body in the middle of hallway not caring if he really was dead or not and proceeded to turn the dial to his locker, just to the right of the girl's. Never once did hesay a word...

[Pine]

Today seemed to be a day full of luck for Pine. Everything was going easily, he caught the right bus, made it to school really early, and even found the office. He didn't really find the office instead he found a teacher. Apparently the teacher recognized the new student and offered to take him to the office. Pine shyly accepted the offer and was looking at the secretary in no time. The secretary had been hostile at first. She had thought Pine was a transfer from 259 when in fact he was not. The mood went from hostile to polite in a matter of seconds. It also helped that the shield came across as harmless to most people.

How could you think someone that acted so shy and could barely speak a proper sentence without a hesitation or a stutter be dangerous? The fact was you really couldn't. For all intensive purposes Pine was as harmless as a baby. At least while the shield was in control. Pine picked up his class schedule and his locker number and left the office. Before he could make out the door the secretary shouted a warning to him. Apparently he was to stay away from anyone that identified themselves as a transfer from 259. The shield gave her a nod, the voice laughed and the sword stirred.

Pine came across the first hall of lockers in no time. Upon looking at the numbers this was not the right area. If the numbers corresponded to the floors then he was also on the wrong floor. So what else was there to do but search. The only problem was that with the secretaries warning Pine no longer wanted to ask a student for help. He moved through the halls until he found the right floor. Now all that was needed was to find the right wing.

Pine stopped when he heard someone yell and the sound of a crash. Being so close to the correct area meant stopping was not an option. The under armor beanie slipped over the long auburn hair in case there was to be a fight. Bangs would not be moved to reveal the blue green eyes Pine tried to hard to hide. If it came down to a fight he would, but not before.

Pine watched the numbers go down and he anticipated the locker would appear soon. What Pine didn't expect was being forced to stop by a body coming out and landing right in front of him.

~Look someone left you a present.~ The voice joked without missing a beat.

~Want me to take over?~ The sword asked as Pine watched the blood spatter over his jeans and shoes.

~No but stay sharp. I may need you very soon.~ The shield replied to the sword ending the conversation.

Pine looked over at the angry girl and the broken locker. His locker was right next to hers and covered in blood. Pine sighed and looked down at the boy who seemed to be choking on his own blood. Pine bent down and grabbed the boys arm dragging the larger student over to the lockers where he could be propped up until help arrived. With that done Pine moved over to his blood covered locker and rolled his invisible eyes. Impressed he was not.

Pine turned the numbers on the lock and pulled. The lock didn't open. Pine tried again and yet again it didn't open. Pine tried one more time and the locker opened. Pine gave a sigh of relief and began to unload his bags contents into the locker slowly. His eyes however were on the boy whose hands were covered in blood and the girl who seemed to be having a spaz attack. Silently wondering what would happen now.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara glared at the students around her. She was NOT in a good mood now. She spun around, facing her locker again, her stance was offensive. The type of stance she would take if she were fighting someone. This locker... had just made a terrible enemy. And just its luck~They would be together every day for the next couple years... And she was going to make it regret ever having been made a locker. AND THE LOCK. She was going to murder everyone who had EVER come into contact with it. She faced the locker, her breathing becoming heavier with every passing second as her anger grew and grew. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a student make his way along the lockers. She turned her head, confused as to why this student would even think of getting in her way. She watched as he dragged something into view. Was that?... It was! It was a student!

And yet... Sara wasn't surprised. This was nothing new for her. She was only surprised that this student would dream of getting between her and her locker. But then he stopped. She didn't take her eyes off him, and made no move to attack the DAMN locker while he was so close to it. He jerked the student, grabbing him by the hair, and proceeded to smash his head into her locker three times. She stood there, stunned. Not because he had smashed a students head into her locker. Not because her locker was not covered in blood. Not because the kid did this without a second thought, and didn't even look like he cared... But because her locker door suddenly creaked open.

She continued to stare at the locker as it opened, blood dripping from it. "What the hell was that? Are you fuckin' kidding me?!" She turned away, fisting her hands in her hair and pulling. She was going to KILL someone! She growled again and turned back to the locker, glaring at the smart ass who had opened it. "Who the hell are you?!" It seemed that his locker was going to be next to hers. Great...

And then her focus was changed again as the body of the knocked out student was moved. Her gaze moved to another student who was dragging the blood covered kid out of the way, propping him up out of the way. She watched him step up to his locker... She swore to god, if it opened... He turned the dial and pulled. Nothing. She smiled, cocking her hip. He tried again. Nothing. She was laughing softly now. Silly kid. At least she wasn't the only one- NO! His locker popped open. She fisted her hands and stomped her foot, ready to throw a small hissy fit. "What the hell!?" she yelled.

Sara walked forward to her locker, eying the guy who smashed the kids head into her locker. "Thanks, I appreciate it." Her tone was rude, sarcastic, yet she really did appreciate it, and there was some thankfulness in her tone... A little... She turned to the guy on the other side, reaching out and slamming his locker shut on him, giving the dirtiest look she could muster. Well. It was nice to meet her two neighbors at least.

[Patrick O'Connor]

"What the hell was that? Are you fuckin' kidding me?!" Patrick turned to view her turn away with her hands in her hair. Her little temper tanturm was beginning to get on his nerves. He mentally cursed his luck, 'Why did I get stuck with the emotional baggage neighbor?' He was personally wondering if he was going to have a neighbor for much longer. If this happened everyday, he might lose it. But then again she turned around and she wan't done yet it appeared. "Who the hell are you?!"

"Why the hell are ye so loud?" Patrick growled in return in a thick irish accent that still had the tinges of his boston accent. 'Great', he thought. This was going to be a fun year if she didn't shut up or get shut up. The Irish teen then turned to his locker and started unloaded his bag into it. What was in his bag? Not school supplies. He was loading his locker with beer, for various reasons. Mainly to forgo pain because besides that, he was not too fond of drinking. It sucked waking up in a pile off vomit. But whatever such was the price one paid for life. Once again patrick heard the girl freak out as some kid next to her opened his locker. Patrick emited another low growl and continued on with his buisness.

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

Patrick heard the sarcasm, but he also heard the slightest hint of gretitude. Funny. For all of her loud and boisterous behavior she had some spunk. It was amusing.

"No Problem," Patrick replied, "It's Patrick O'Connor by the way."

Did he really need to tell her his name. Not really. There was really nothing personal about it. With any luck she would tell friends and friends would tell others. Maybe word would get around. If it got around fast enough people might leave him alone. Still they would likely come after to try and test him or some bull. No matter, if they came he would break them...

[Pine]

~Most messed up girl ever...I think she needs to slapped or get laid or both.~ The little voice commented as the girl began to throw a hissy fit.

It was about here the shield decided it would be best if the sword was in control. The sword let a small grin cross Pine's lips as he watched the girl flip out in such a childish manner. Had the girl not started to laugh at him there was no doubt Pine probably would have been unable to open his locker. It was Karma that allowed such an action to take place. The girl got so caught up in her own own self satisfaction at watching another fail she missed the cosmic ramifications of such an action. The truth was, the girl had no one to blame but herself for her inabilities. Her actions were just inviting greater harm onto herself.

Of course the blue/green eyes never left the conversing pair. The sword also took the precaution to move the bangs on one side under the hat so he would not be caught off guard should the girl choose to retaliate on him. Normally Pine would not bother taking notice of a girl throwing a hissy fit but when one moves to attack a locker so viciously precautions must be taken. There had been too many instances where Pine underestimated emotion when it came to situation, he was not going to repeat history this time, not after the warning he received from the secretary.

Pine had almost finished with his locker when he saw the girls hand move for his locker door. As she moved to slam it on him Pine's left hand (OOC: We'll say I'm your locker buddy on the right side.) came up and he braced the door with his forearm preventing it from going past a 90 degree angle. He then used the weight of his body and pushed the door back to it's position at a 135 degree angle away from him. Turning, Pine shifted and changed his stance to face the girl. He moved so his feet were shoulder width apart, his left foot dropped back at a 45 degree angle and his left foot pointed out at a 45 degree angle. His right foot remained pointed at the girl who might try and take further action against him. His hands were at his sides hanging.

"That wasn't very nice...I could have been hurt you know?" Pine said with allowing her to see his one fully exposed eye. The blue/green orb looked her up and down anticipating where the next attack might come from if there was one.

Pine's eyes focused on the dirty look on her face and he allowed a grin to come across his own. "Neither is that look on your face there...If I didn't know any better I'd swear you were going out of your way to hurt me. Here I was hoping for a nice locker buddy too. Oh well you win some, you lose some I guess." Pine continued on extenuating the last sentence with a shrug.

Pine never took his eyes off the girl as he pulled his bag out of his locker and dropped it on the floor. He then closed the locker door and put the lock back on, both with just his left hand. With that done Pine picked up his bag bending to the side only slightly. "Either of you happen to know where the science wing is? Kinda my first day and all."

[Sara Quinn]

Sara had slammed the locked closed on the student to her right side, but he blocked it. Well this only served to anger her further. Who the hell was he that he had the right to be able to open his locker while she had to beat the shit out of hers to get it to open?! Oh... She was mad... She threw him a look filled with such anger she was surprised he didn't burst into flames under her gaze when she heard the first guy talk.

"No Problem,...It's Patrick O'Connor by the way."

She paused for one more second, finishing glaring at the guy to her right, then turned back. "I'm Sara. Having a good day?" Her voice was again thick with sarcasm, but this time much friendlier. She looked down at what he was loading into his locker, noticing it was nothing but alcohol. She raised her eye brow questioningly, her gaze going back to his face. Her gaze held no judgment, and no thoughts of disgust when through her head. Instead, she understood, and even found it interesting in some ways. She gave him a knowing smile. She felt the pang in her gut as she thought about the root she had become addicted to... Man... on a day like this, what she wouldn't give for it...

She pushed those thoughts from her head. She was over that crap, she wouldn't ever touch it again. She turned away from Patrick to double check the guy on her right. There was something about him that made her not want to turn her back on him for to long. She took in his stance. It looked like he wanted to fight her~ Well wasn't that interesting~

"That wasn't very nice...I could have been hurt you know?"

Sara cocked her eyebrow at him. Oh really... He was bold wasn't he? Her face took on a look of irritation. Well why couldn't this little bugger be as interesting as Patrick? No, instead, this kid wanted to fight. Well now that the idea was in her head, he wasn't getting out of it.

"Neither is that look on your face there...If I didn't know any better I'd swear you were going out of your way to hurt me. Here I was hoping for a nice locker buddy too. Oh well you win some, you lose some I guess."

She watched him grin at her, and then shrug her off. Oh no, no one shrugged her off. She turned her head around and nodded at Patrick, letting him know that she knew he was still there. She kind of hoped he'd stick around though until she dealt with this. He seemed interesting, she bet she would have a lot of fun with him, but this one in front of her? No, he wasn't going anywhere. She wondered if Patrick would be interested in a good fight as well?

"Either of you happen to know where the science wing is? Kinda my first day and all."

Either way, whether Patrick left or not, it didn't matter. As the guy bent over to pick up his bag, her foot moved forward, coming down on his bag, preventing him from picking it up. "Nope, sorry... No clue where it is... Why don't you stick around though? There's so many better things to be doing~" She stepped down harder on his bag and then lifted her foot and gave it a kick to send it flying.

In some part of her mind, she knew this was a bad idea. She did this all the time. Got into fights that ended up going badly for her. She had a terrible tendency to start fights over nothing. This was one of those times. But hey, her life would be so dull if she didn't do these things.

[Patrick O'Connor]

Now From Patrick's point of view things were certainly getting interesting. A fight it seemed was about to erupt. Over nothing too. This was increasing ly interesting for the irish teen but who was he to talk? He had killed people for merely getting in the way. There was no rhyme or rhythm for this fight but Patrick would stay around. Both of this Kids were begining to piss him off. The one who couldn't even give him the name without lip and the one Who had "cleaned up his mess and played with the proverbial bull. Patrick wanted him to hurt. He was being an annoyance that made his blood begin to boil. PAtrick was going to take part in this fight. He closed the locker without latching it shut.

But for now it was time to watch. He wanted to see if these two were all talk and no walk or if they could back it up. Patrick walked to the other side of the hall and leaned up against the opposing lockers. He would join in, eventually but for now he would calmly watch, giving no indication of joining. He had plans. For one of them. The other may get away. For now though he would wait and bid his time waiting like the cobra to strike...

[Pine]

(OOC: My posts are written as if the attack landed. If you are able to counter the move at anytime feel free to do so and the remainder of the post will be null. )

~I can't take you anywhere can I?~ The shield commented on the swords ability to start fights. There was no real reason for Pine to be forced into a fight at this moment. In fact as things stood there was a good chance he was outnumbered two to one. This was a dangerous game Pine was being forced to play but the sword took it in stride.

~Don't worry about the boy. He will not enter this fight. Not unless he wants to lose any credibility he just gained by beating that student to a pulp.~ The sword was hoping he was right on that little bit of information. People that wanted to be known as monsters generally didn't help out a little girl that was about to get smashed.

As Pine began to pick up his bag the little girl stepped on it. Her words made it very clear how this was going to go. So to counter this as the girl put pressure on the bag Pine moved his body so he was not bending to one side anymore but his body was bent down and he looked like a football player. His face held a smile, a smile that dared her to kick it. His hand still held the bag loosely.

The girl only made one mistake and that was all Pine needed to end the fight. Her foot came up and sent the bag flying down the hall. Of course Pine's new low stance meant that as soon as that foot began to force the bag up he shot forward. With one foot already moving an object forward and because of her stature, meaning she was very close, there was little she could to to prevent his attack.

As Pine shot forward his body came lower to the ground so his left shoulder was parallel with her knees. As Pine's shoulder came in contact with the girls knees his body would shift. The shift would allow him to simultaneously use his legs to lift up and his arms to wrap around the girls legs forcing her off the ground. It was probably his most favorite of all basic freestyle wrestling moves, the double legged take down. As Pine's body reached peak height he would force his upper body to bend forward slamming the girl with his full 180+ pound weight into the tiled floor. Pine remained standing as he watched the little girls torso bounce off the floor. Just in case she was still able to fight after that he would grab her foot off the ground and begin to spin around in order to use her like a flail and slam her against the locker doors after three spins. After that there would be no point in continuing the fight and Pine would wait and see if the boy felt the need to try. If not Pine would prop the girl up against the locker and walk off to retrieve his bag.

[Sara Quinn]

(( OOC - Same goes XDDDD ))

Sara heard the locker behind her close, and strained her ears as she eyed the guy in front of her. She didn't hear Patrick leave, so she assumed he was going to stick around for a while. She smiled as she watched the guy drop into a stance like a football player. So he was going to fight her. Nice~ She lifted her leg to kick his bag, and he attacked. He shot forward, his left shoulder connecting with her knees, his arms wrapping around her legs. Instinctively, her hand flew up, her body bending forward towards his back. Her right hand would try to fist in his hair, her left grabbing onto the back of his shirt. He wouldn't be able to stop her from doing this, with his arms wrapped around her, his body lower then hers. She was lifted off the ground, and she tensed her body, preparing for him to slam her, either against a wall, or to the floor.

This was interesting. He was strong, but not nearly as fast as her. She liked his attack though, it had been a good idea. Smart, so to speak. She felt the excitement building in her, the thrill of the fight. She was really coming to love it. This fight would be interesting. He slammed her downwards, her hands fisting tighter in both his hair and his shirt. She was not going to let go. As he slammed her towards the floor, her arms would extend, only slightly pulling him with her. This would help to cushion her landing, and help her prepare for her next attack. As she landed, she grunted, the air knocked from her, and her knees would bend, and push up against him. She would roll her body back, using her grip on him to pull him forward, her legs to push him up, and flip him over her onto his back.

If this worked, she would keep her grip on him with her hands, her legs would continue to move upwards, and she would somersault backwards. She would use her fists and the strength of her arms to handstand herself and then drop downwards onto his chest, straddling him, her legs on either side of him, knees pushing into his ribs. Although this left his arms unpinned, if she moved quickly, one quick hit to his head, she could knock him out. Her left hand would let go of his shirt, snaking out from under him, and draw back. She looked down at him, a sick smile on her face as she slammed her fist downwards into his face.

(( OOC - After talking to Patrick, I think Pine can go ahead... ))

[Pine]

Pine had apparently forgotten to take the most basic of things into account when he chose to attack as he did. Human reaction was always always problematic when it came to fighting yet this reaction Pine should have seen coming. He felt her hands grab him, one grab the beanie covering his hair and the other his shirt. This would alter the attack only slightly but enough that Pine could not link his attacks the way he wanted. The little voice and the shield could be heard laughing in his mind.

~The hell are you two laughing at?~ The sword growled.

~You...idiot. Even I could have told you that was going to happen and I'm not the fighter here. You got too cocky because this is a tiny girl. So what now?~ The shield mocked. The sword had never had the shield talk to it in such a manner before.

~I got it covered.~ The sword replied and got back to work.

Pine did not hesitate in the execution of the attack as that would ruin it completely. The only thing that changed was Pine did not let go of her legs before they hit the ground. There was no point now, why let the girl hold him if he could not do the same. As Pine went down it was his body turned slightly to the left as she was on his left side. As they hit the ground Pine's head was cushioned by the girls left side and his shoulder cushioned by her thighs. The girls feet never did touch the ground though. As Pine went down he collapsed his left leg so his whole leg and knee were against the ground. His right knee was bent forward and low but because it was a left sided take down he was on the ball of his foot. His right side of Pine never hit the ground.

As the air left the girls lungs her knees bent in reaction. The move was to Pine's advantage because the movement in her legs helped him regain his footing with his left foot. Now both his legs were up and Pine was pushing down on the girl. It would take her a second to regain her breath and that was all Pine needed. He sprung using his bent knees to propel the movement. He let go of her knees as he shot further to his left, stopping as the top of his head slammed into her chin. His legs came around and positioned themselves either side of her. The girl had been mounted. He sat up and looked down at the girl and his right hand shot to her throat. His fingers wrapped themselves around her neck and he looked down with a little grin. He bent down so his face was only a hairs breath from hers and spoke.

"Actions have consequences little girl. Now we end this." With that Pine's left hand raised into an hammer fist and came down on her head. The combination of continued lack of oxygen and pain would put the girl out quickly.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Sara Quinn, always getting in to trouble.

Mathew Amtrum had just arrived at the scene, by chance having been walking through the halls. He had taken note of the fight and debating leaving, after all Sara threw a fucking padlock at him last time he saw her! But he was a pillar, and he was trying to take his title seriously, trying being the key word. No one was perfect. Because of that he felt obligated to jump in, despite the fact that he was sure she had done something to deserve this.

He approached them from behind as the kid dropped Sara to the ground, the sounds and grunts of combat masking his quiet approach. Though he was sure that the boy couldn't see behind him, and more then likely had his focus on the fight and not waiting for someone to jump in. His hand shot outwards to grab the kid's hair as he shot his head forward trying to smash it in to Sara's.

With hair in hand Mathew would just jerk back hard, It would either rip out a large chunk of hair out, with bits of the scalp still clinging to it, or it would just pull him off of Sara in a very embarrassing manner. Either way the attack would surely be disrupted.

"This is Mathew Amtrum, Student Body President. This is your only warning to quit this fight and get out of my sight. If you do not start running away by the time I count to 5, I will end you."

His tone was serious, his gaze on the boy that had mounted Sara. If the kid's hair was intact he would let go of it, otherwise he would drop the ripped out hair. From where Mathew stood he was the aggressor and thus the one he was going to take care of.

As for Patrick, he would be very surprised if Patrick was going to attack the leading member of this section of the Reaper organization, a gang they both belonged to.

"One..." He began counting, his face holding no hint of smile, instead his gaze stern and his voice gruff. Mathew was not fucking around.

[Pine]

(OOC: Judging by what just happened I think it might be my turn to post again.)

As Pine began to shoot forward he was stopped by a tug of his hair. Pine felt the pain and had regained his footing quickly. Whoever it was, was about to get a lesson as to why you did not interrupt a fight. That was until the voice identified itself. Pine could not help but smirk as he was informed his fight had been ended and he had til the count of five to leave. Pine felt the hair be released and picked up his beanie. He brushed the small amount of ripped off hair of his head before putting the beanie back on.

He then turned his head and bowed it slightly. "As you wish student body president." Pine walked past him and made note of the face. Though his bangs hid his eyes mostly from the view of others they did little to disrupt his own view.

~I'll remember your face President. One day I will come for you and on that day you'll lose that title.~ The sword thought silently as he walked by and disappeared into the crowd by the count of three.

There was no need to run with a crowd this large gathered. A member of authority generally drew a large crowd. Especially when there was a promise of watching that person fight. Pine made his way through the crowd and picked up his bag before making his way down the hall toward where he hoped the science wing was.

[Exit Pine]

[Sara Quinn]

Sara found herself mounted. She prepared to defend herself, to counter his coming attack, when he was suddenly jerked off of her. She looked up, confused. What the hell? It had just been getting good!

"This is Mathew Amtrum, Student Body President. This is your only warning to quit this fight and get out of my sight. If you do not start running away by the time I count to 5, I will end you."

She watched as the guy she had been fighting put his beanie back on. Her gaze then fell to the one who had pulled him off of her. Oh god.. why him? Why couldn't it have been Patrick, or just some random person from the crowd. Why him? Why did Mathew Amtrum have to choose now to do his presidential duties?! She sighed, letting her head fall back on the floor. She had been having fun. He had ruined her fun. But did it mean her fight had to end? She quickly pushed herself into a sitting position, glaring up at him.

She watched the guy do a little bow and walk off. Oh common. No. This.. sucked. She pushed herself into a sitting position, turning to Mathew. She didn't even bother checking for Patrick, not wanted to get him in trouble for what was in his locker. Chances are he had gone to. So much for her fight... The guy had picked up his bag and walked off. Well... She could always find him again later and fight him then. No big deal. It was the principle though.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, rubbing her temples with one hand. So much for her fun then. She opened her eyes, turning her gaze to Mathew. She was not happy. She took a step towards him.

"What... The hell... Was that?! Who said you could interrupt my fight?! I almost had him!" Sara gestured in the direction the guy had gone. She turned away running her hand through her hair. She was pissed. He had denied her a perfectly good fight. She couldn't win with him could she? She couldn't beat him, and she couldn't fight other people. Where the hell was she supposed to get her fightage from then?!

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew rolled his eyes at the girl. Some people just had no manners. It made him wish he would have followed his instincts and just let the kid beat her to a pulp, but no he was doing his job and this was the thanks he got. It made him want to stomp her skull in to the tiles, but then he would have to deal with the Janitor and he had seen Scrubs enough to know you NEVER fuck with the Janitor.

"What I am doing is saving your ass from being knocked out. Why don't you say thank you to someone when they save your ass. Or if that is beyond you then be thankful that I am leaving you without adding in any more bruises." He said, his gaze narrowing feeling a bit annoyed and insulted at her behavior.

"You're welcome by the way." He said offering his hand to help her up. He didn't expect her to take it, now he was just trying to rub salt in the wound.