"I have Family Doctors! Don't Touch Me!!"

[Adrian Hanlon]

((This thread is as open as a hooker's legs. If you saw Adrian fight and wanna come say hi, or come laugh at him, or whatever... here's your chance. I just kinda figured this was the next logical place we'd find this character.))

"Get off me, woman!"

Adrian squirmed and twisted, fighting the pain in his arm as the nurses tried to calm him down. Yes, the battle with Mathew Amtrum had ended, and Adrian, now that he was awake and the full brunt of the aching in his body had hit him, was in pain, cranky, and, most certainly of all, not wanting to be touched by any nurse or doctor his family hadn't personally inspected to be trained and disinfected enough to tend to him.

Everything was hazy up until this point. Adrian could vaguely recall the feeling of being lifted and carried, but wasn't entirely sure. It would, however, explain how he got here. Also, he couldn't help but recall a distant recollection of an earlier spasm of pain, indignance, and defiance towards.... someone or something dressed in white. Perhaps that was why he was STRAPPED to the bed they had put him in.

A nurse kept trying to get close enough to Adrian to inspect his left arm. Much to his dismay, during his time asleep, they had removed the wraps from his right and replaced them with medical gauze, light red seeping slightly through it still. His leg didn't seem to hurt as much anymore, but he wasn't sure if it was painkillers or a simple fading of a dead-leg going away. Either way, it seemed she was holding a sling in her hand, and trying to get it around Adrian's shoulder to keep his arm in. He didn't know what exactly they were trained to be able to do, these school nurses, and knew for damn sure he wasn't getting his arm set by someone who was employed by THIS shithole school. And thus, his point was reiterated.

"Come any closer to me, trash, and my family will have you and everyone you love sued for malpractice SO fast, you won't even have time to scrounge your money together to hire a horrid lawyer."

"Now, please..." the nurse faltered a bit, somewhat taken aback by the sheer audacity of this young child, and also not knowing his name until a quick look at his improvised medical chart at the foot of his bed, "... Mr. Hanlon. You want to get better, don't you?"

"Yes, you cur, but at the hands of my family's personally hired doctors, not at your palsied, feeble ones! I refuse your service! I refuse it, and you cannot force it on me without legal consequences!"

Yes, it would seem that not only was Adrian awake, he was right back to his normal self. What a shock.

[Mathew Amtrum]

"God you are such a fucking baby."

Mathew would say from one of the chairs near the bed. His leg was looked at and wrapped up to keep it from popping out again. Other then that he had a few bruises and welts, but was overall in pretty good shape.

Despite his words Mathew watched the scene unfold with a smile on his face. He could already tell that his new toy was going to be a lot of fun. Well that is if he would stop being such a baby. These nurses may not be privately hired but lord knows they deal with this kind of stuff a lot and know how to treat it.

Leaning back in the chair Mathew would let out a small sigh trying to ignore what was currently a dull pain in his leg. Carrying the kid here himself hadn't done much good for his leg, but he would live. He was a tough guy, he certainly wasn't going to bitch.

"It is good to see you are awake though. I was wondering if that last kick to the head was a bit too much."

Mathew would say with a cocky and condescending tone. And why not? He had schooled the kid publicly. He had every right to be cocky and condescending to this punk. Fucker thought he was better then Mathew because he was born with money. Unlike him Mathew worked for everything he got, there was no way a snobby rich kid could beat someone that was used to hardship, used to pain, and used to fighting tooth and nail for what he wanted.

"So tell me? How does it feel to have lost our little bet? Oh and stop being a fucking pussy and let them do their damn job you fucking wimp."

He would ask raising up a single eyebrow inquisitively. He was just rubbing in that fact now. But whatever got the kid's anger off of the nurses was a good thing at this point. They needed to take a look at him.

[Adrian Hanlon]

"Baby? Since when is it being a baby to want only the best care when it comes to your personal health? It's being smart!"

Adrian snapped back, at first honestly unaware of who it was he was actually snapping at. However, after speaking, he realized who exactly was talking to him, and his eyes narrowed into hateful slits for half of a second, just before another explosion.

"And WHO the fuck asked you anyway?!"

Adrian would ignore the next comment. Pride would force his mouth shut, as there was nothing he could say that could actually take away the fact that Mathew had booted him in the head pretty hard, and knocked him unconscious. Adrian may be a snobby, arrogant prick, but he knew better than to try to argue a cold, hard fact. As Mathew continued his diatribe, Adrian would feel yet another need to snap back at him.

"Why don't you tell ME how it feels to get your leg busted up by a freshman, Mr. Big Man on Campus. Don't think I didn't see the crowd that had gathered just to watch me wail on you. They might've seen you beat me, but they also saw me hurt you-HEY!"

Mathew's ploy had worked. Adrian had been so focused on trying to turn the tables on his 'captor' of sorts that the nurse had been able to fit the sling over his shoulder, and hand nearly gotten it around his broken arm before he realized it.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?! God DAMN it!"

Even so, Adrian would admit defeat, he supposed, just to this nurse, and even went so far as to assist her in getting his arm into the sling, gritting his teeth together at the sharp pain resulting in moving his arm.

"Now, Adrian," she spoke in a soothing tone, to which he immediately would spit out scathingly,

"Don't use that voice with me, woman. I don't need you to tell me 'it'll be alright' or whatever you think you plan on doing. Just be out with it and stop blathering about!"

"Al-RIGHT you damn little prick," the nurse said suddenly, quite fed up with Adrian's ways. Even Adrian backed down a little, incredibly surprised to hear her suddenly speak like that. "I can't set your arm back, it's, and God, oh GOD do I hate to admit this to YOU, a legal issue that I cannot perform such a thing as a school nurse. We're sending you to the hospital in a few hour-"

"Then why in CHRIST'S name can't I just go home and be tended to by MY-"

"I SAID, we're SENDING you to the HOSPITAL, now SHUT the HELL UP."

Adrian said nothing, but glared at the woman with malice in his eyes. It would seem he had little to no say in this matter. Whatever the case, he would be letting his father know about this as soon as he made it home. That is, if his father didn't smack him around even more for having come home from the hospital on his first day of his new school.

Meanwhile, Adrian simply turned back to Amtrum, who just looked pleased as hell about the whole thing. "What the hell are you smiling about?"

It was, completely unintentionally, eerily familiar to Mathew's own words to Adrian, merely hours before.

[Mathew Amtrum]

"Me? I am smiling because I just saw you get told by the fucking school nurse. Totally worth getting my leg hurt just to see your arrogant ass put in to it's place."

He would say actually breaking out in to laughter at the whole scene this was fucking priceless. The kid's attempt to embarrass him by mentioning that he was injured would just bounce off of the impenetrable shield that was Mathew's giant ego. There was always a risk of injury when one went in to a fight. The fact that this kid could hurt him didn't mean that Mathew was bad, no it meant the kid was good. And that fact was good for Mathew, since the kid was now his. Not only did he mean by terms of their bargain, but just like how Leon had chosen out a student to mold, Mathew had found his.

"I hope you know that I am going to the hospital with you. I want to make sure that my toy is well taken care of."

He wasn't asking permission either he was telling the kid a cold hard fact. Mathew would be there, he was not going to miss this for the world. Besides it was probably best for him to get used to Mathew, because they were going to be spending a lot of time together.

As amusing as this all was there was a matter of tone that had to be dealt with and Mathew would give the kid a friendly warning about it. After all Mathew was a very nice guy, just ask anyone who had never pissed him off before.

"I think I should warn you about using such a harsh tone with your master. It isn't fitting to talk to someone that is superior to you like that. Learn your place boy, and remember I carried your ass up here and I have no problem throwing you out that damn window if I have too." He would say. Once again his words were blunt and tinged with cockiness. He meant what he said literally, he would throw the kid out of the window to harm him more if he didn't curb his tone.

[Helter Skelter]

(OOC: HOOKER, YOU SAY!? =D!?
....Mikey... influences me. >_>; )



Currently on iPOD: Just push play (Aerosmith)



"Just push play, all the way!
Just push play, you're gonna do it anyway!
Just push play, right away!
Just push play, we're comin' atcha anyway"


It was lazy hour for Helter, a moment of rest with his music and wandering aimlessly down halls.. Though, the lazy hour tended to be... well, several. Helter liked to pretend she had no concept of time, and minutes turned to hours... that sort of thing. Though a few teachers didn't appreciate the lengthy bathroom breaks. Not that it mattered to her.

"I SAID, we're SENDING you to the HOSPITAL, now SHUT the HELL UP."

The girl jerked to a halt and turned her head to an ajar door, wondering what on EARTH yelled so loud that she heard it over her blaring music. The girl raised her eyebrows and peeked inside, looking at the frustrated school nurse, fuming beside a bed. The teen blinked again before looking at Mathew, "Oh, why don't you look at" she chuckled, striding into the room and taking the bulky earphones off her head. The red-head stood in the middle of the room and placed her hands on her hips, "Shit, what happened to your leg, gimpy?" she asked him, stroking her chin as she stared at his leg.

However, the howls and swearing made her turn around to notice a blonde boy cursing in his bed. Far more injured than the green-eyed boy was. The girl stifled a laugh, it was so amusing. The nurse was talking to him, priceless! Told off by the school nurse.

Helter crouched down and sat on her knees, sitting back, savouring the delicious argument. Her head turned to look at Mathew and she blinked, "Huh, another slave, hmn?" she asked him before turning her head to look at him. "Ha! I got it, you lost in a fight" the girl released a guffaw, nearly falling backwards. "Talk about getting pimpslapped".

[Adrian Hanlon]

To his first comment, Adrian would only glare silently. He wasn't 'told' by anyone, he was simply surprised, but it was a moot point. He knew what it looked like, and, as said before, knew it better to simply remain stubbornly quiet than to try and argue a losing battle.

At the older man's statement of accompanying him to the hospital, Adrian would raise an eyebrow much like Amtrum had done to him. It was not the fact that he wanted to go to the hospital with him, though that was, in itself rather strange, it was the word he had used to describe him.

No Hanlon would EVER back down from being called something like a 'toy'. It was almost as bad at Mathew himself felt when called a 'peasant' by Adrian.

"Your what now? You mind your words when you speak to me."

Adrian was clearly showing he had lots of fight left in him, mind-wise, even if his body clearly didn't. This, of course, brought about Mathew's last words, almost daring him to speak out further. He threatened Adrian with more bodily harm, which almost amused the younger boy if, you know, bodily harm didn't hurt so damn much. He had tried that before and it didn't break his spirit, what made him think it would work now? Upon hearing it, Adrian just shook his head, narrowing his eyes again and daring Mathew right back.

"Try it."

It was about then that the redhead suddenly ambled into the room, on quite a random notion, it would seem. She didn't seem to have too much to say that carried with it much insight, but she did feel the need to address Adrian, and, like seemingly everyone else in this shit school, do so as if they were better than he. He guffawed, the laugh hurting, but he couldn't resist.

"I'm not sure it's I who would know the most about being pimpslapped in this room."

He smirked at the girl, looking rather derisively at her. He could tell just by looking at her, he wasn't going to like her.

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon had posted guard, but was asked to go get some drinks, so he left, figuring things would be okay while he was gone. Bringing back some starbucks hot cocoa in the four cup holder. But what he found when he got back was the door was further than he had left it, which meant someone had entered the room. Well that sucks, he only brought three drinks. He'd push his way into the room, a tired expression on his face as he would bend down and put Mathew's drink on the table next to the chazir, and he would find his own seat, sitting with a grunt of force as he lowered himself, as if weak, old, and hardly able to do much.

Leon would wave a cup towards the snob kid being forced into treatment, an eye brow raised wondering if he wanted a cup. It was one of Leon's very, very odd tests of manliness. If he accepted the hot, delicious smelling hot chocolate then he would pass, if he denied like a snob, then he would be an... EPIC FAILURE. But that was up to choice now wasn't it. Mathew would probably know this test by now, but he had to do it. From what he heard out on the battle field the kid mite say something like: "My family owns their own chain of coffee stores", or maybe: "My families personal chef makes better hot chocolate than some peasent being paid minimum wage."

Either way, Leon would keep that half assed tired look. And since the girl that had found her way in wasn't doing anything violant he saw no reason to throw her out... Forcefully.

[Mathew Amtrum]

All that was missing was Bastille and he would have all of his slaves here in one room. Though he wasn't sure if the boy knew just how serious Mathew was about the wager. Just like if the kid had beaten him, he would have gotten down on his hands and knees and licked the boy's boots. He didn't lie, plain and simple.

He would listen to both of his pets fight, it was amusing to him. Like two dogs barking for attention trying to intimidate the other one. Though one was a girl showing more skin then was normal for girls around here and the other one was beat to hell and bed ridden. Neither one was intimidating in the slightest. And as amusing as it was Mathew decided that he would put and end to the bickering.

"Both of you hush up. You two will get time to... vent... your feelings to each other when my newest follower has had time to heal up. Thats when me and Leon here will start the REAL fun."

He would say taking the incredibly manly hot cocoa from Leon drinking it without hesitation. It was hot and threatened to burn his tongue but it was good. He would simply watch to see what the blue blooded giant paperweight would do with the cup offered to him.

[Helter Skelter]

Currently on iPOD: Monster - The Automatics


Helter retained an absent-minded expression on her face, dragging her thumb across the neon-green iPOD to flick through songs. While one hand was busy doing that, the other one was idly chewing her thumbnail. Her headphones still hung around her neck, but she was able to hear the music. A small, very light hum could be heard from them. Not too loud, only she could clearly understand the music she was listening to. Her countenance reflected nothing except pure boredom. After a moment of deciding what to listen to, her head bobbed up and looked at the snobby kid in the bed. She raised her eyebrows, giving him a look of confusion. "Did you say something?" she asked him, cocking her head to the side, "Sorry, I had more important things to do". After she finished, the girl pulled her hand up and started to idly pick at her nails.

Nope, it took a lot more than that to grind Helter's gears.

The girl turned up and looked at Mathew and blinked with a content expression before smirking and shrugging. "I was just giving him a warm greeting" the half-chuckled. She placed an elbow on her knee and propped up her head, still flicking songs and watching the blonde-haired.... dude, walk in with Starbucks.

Yuppie coffee for all!

Helter breathed in and let her lungs fill up with the scent of cream and chocolate. It was a soothing feeling, but she preferred things like Caramel Maciattos (3 shots of espresso, fuck yeah) or Green Tea Frapps. The red-head looked up at Leon and hummed to herself, wondering what him and Mathew had planned. It would be hard, but then again, watching this guy squirm would make up for it.

The girl sighed and fell back onto her butt, sitting on the floor and idly playing with her iPOD again. She didn't know what to think of this boy now except whiny and loud; two things that never sat right with the red-head. Quite frankly, the kid wasn't even enough to feed her snake for a week. Then again, he'd probably give Aorta a stomach ache.

"What's that coming over the hill?
Is it a monster?
Is it a monster?"

.....

Chuckle, a simple light chuckle. Seemed to suit "Buxaplenty" right now as far as she was concerned. She wasn't concentrating on hating him, wasn't her style, but he was certainly easy to make fun of.

[Adrian Hanlon]

((Okay, this is try number 2. I had a fairly lenghty post finished, but when I clicked 'send', my browser said it couldn't find the site, then when I backed into the posting page again, the post was gone. Angry am I. Apologies if this isn't as good as I wanted it to be.))

When the girl spoke out of her ignorance to him, Adrian only shook his head. His first thought was that the girl was as daft as he was bedridden, but all the same, he couldn't muster up any real ill will toward her. He was simply still kicking off the adrenaline from the fight earlier, as well as the thrashing to keep the filthy nurses here from touching him. Now that the adrenaline was starting to fade, so, too, was his desire to snap insults and any and everyone who got into his field of vision. The adrenaline, you see, was quickly being replaced with tiredness.

He was hurting. Broken bones, very bruised leg, a swollen face which he could only hope would relieve with time back to his regular, handsome features, and with the adrenaline wearing thin, all this was becoming very apparent. Which was why, when the blonde man came in with a four-cup container filled with Starbucks drinks, Adrian's eyes widened a bit with anticipation.

Of course, there were only three cups, and Adrian's face again fell. Clearly, it was meant for the three non-hospitalized students. They were obviously his friends, or something, and he brought them all drinks. One for the girl, one for the whelp who had bested him, and one for himself.

So when Leon waved the cup towards Adrian, Adrian started to wiggle a bit, trying to loosen his straps so he could actually drink it.

"Nurse! Unbind me. I won't go anywhere. Now!"

The nurse sighed, this kid was definitely getting on her nerves, but she had no real reason not to do so anymore, other than spite, so she undid the straps holding him to the bed. Adrian sat up and leaned against the wall, grunting a little from the pain he felt exerting himself again, and extended his hand for the cup.

After all, Adrian's family wasn't some sort of nobility who only drank from the finest beans of wherever you get them, they managed a successful business. And no businessman or business-bred child in the world would ever refuse a cup of Starbucks. Some hole-in-the-wall local chain? Most likely, yes. But not Starbucks.

He took the cup from Leon, putting it to his lips and taking a sip.

Hot chocolate? It's delicious, but...

"It's not a caramel macchiato..." Adrian said with a hint of disdain, yet took another sip anyway. As stated before, the exhaustion was taking the edge off his tongue rather quickly.

"... but it is quite good. Th..." Adrian glowered a bit at the man who brought him the drink, unwilling at first to do the right thing. Even so, despite the way he acted most times, Adrian WAS brought up to be a gentlemen.

"...Thank you."

He sighed again, looking about at the three who had gathered here to watch him recuperate. What a rag-tag group of individuals they were. First was the man who had brought the drinks. While he looked as young and fit as could be, built with lots of musculature, and as if he had quite a bit of stamina to him, he acted and sounded like he was older than dirt. Even Adrian's oldest servants, the ones relegated simply to greeting and relaying messages/directions to the more capable ones, acted more sprightly than he did. Something about the image simply didn't fit, and Adrian made a mental note to watch out for him. He didn't know what to think of him.

Then there was the girl. Dressed the way she was, acting the way she did, she instantly put a bad taste in Adrian's mouth. He had seen many of her types before, actually, in private school. Girls and guys like her had all the same money anyone else in the school did, but, on some half-cocked notion of what was 'cool', decided instead to dress in clothes from Goodwill or Hot Topic, continuously plug themselves into their expensive mp3 player, and act like the world was out to get them, outright refusing to acknowledge the God-given right to money they still used to buy their musical gadgets and clothes on their backs. They smacked of hypocrisy, which, to Adrian, was unforgivable. Whether or not this girl in particular had money, Adrian didn't know, but just the type of girl she was alone was enough to make him not care for her too much, at least not at first.

And then there he was. Sitting off in a chair nearby, leg wrapped from Adrian dislocating it earlier. The one who had struck him down, the one who tried his hardest to humiliate him, and then one who, as far as Adrian was concerned, had failed. You see, as far as Adrian was concerned, what had transpired hours earlier was nothing short of a knock-down, drag-out battle, in which Adrian, clearly outclassed, had not only held his own, but managed to injure his opponent somewhat. Furthermore, as per the rules of the bout, Adrian forced him to knock him out. He had not submitted, and he had not surrendered. He had fought to the end, and to the young, wealthy student, that was a victory in itself. He was an interesting man, this one. He was clever, when he did not at first seem it. He was smart, while seeming rather average in intelligence. And furthermore, he was a very strong fighter, without a doubt. On top of it all, the man carried a sort of aura about him, a way that made others want to follow him. He seemed to be a natural leader.

In many ways, he reminded Adrian quite a bit of himself.

"So," he began, finally speaking up after a rather long, awkward pause. "Do you all have names? Or do the underpriviledged give birth to so many kids in a week these days, they don't even have time to name them all?"

Once again, the insult was empty, and even Adrian himself knew it. He shrugged, sighing once more, as it just seemed the only thing left to him at this point. He completely passed over his own insult, not even giving them a time to respond and shoot him down this time.

"I'm Adrian Hanlon. My father is Bill Hanlon, of Hanlon Networking. I'm sure you've heard of it."

And he would be surprised if they hadn't. Hanlon Networking was mega-huge, ranking in the top 10 Fortune 500 companies in the US. They had offices and partnerships world-wide, and, for all Adrian knew, were probably supplying the networking technology that powered the internet within this very school. Hanlon Networking was to networks and networking equipment as Microsoft was to the rest of the computer world. To put it bluntly, it was a pretty big deal.

((Sorry for the 'shameless self-promotion' in that last paragraph, I just really wanna get across the message of a) just how much Adrian's probably worth, and b) that most people should have some idea as to who he is through his name.))

[Mathew Amtrum]

Where most people would probably be shocked by the kid introducing just who he was and thus just how much he was worth Mathew wouldn't show it. Truth was he had dealt with fortune 500 company brats before, much to his distaste. Though he hadn't quite decide if this kid was more annoying then Tenchi was. He had a bigger mouth, but at least he didn't try to act cool. He was quite honest about being a spoiled rich kid with the personality of a rock, at least as far as Mathew had seen.

Of course Mathew had heard of the company, though he hadn't known the kid's name before now, mostly because he didn't give a rats ass. But hey he didn't know the name of Bill Gate's kid either and he knew of Microsoft. Instead of the most likely expected widening of the eyes, Mathew's lips would twitch in to what was a grin.

Oh yes, this is going to be a LOT of fun.

"Mathew Amtrum, The Earth Dragon."

His words were simple, his tone not quite bored. Instead it was closer to amused, and why wouldn't he be amused? He not only had a rich kid as a slave now, but a very rich kid. Well maybe slave wasn't the best turn, unwilling henchman? That might be a better way to put it since there was no cotton to pick.

"Hmmm well you are richer then I thought, maybe I should skip the whole plan to bring you to my level and just ransom you back to your parents."

Mathew would laugh at this. His tone was only half joking, though he did think the kid was of more used to him once trained. Mathew didn't need his money, he had enough of it on his own. Hell he even had a helicopter, which he did need to bust out one of these days....

"But then again, since it seems that you are able to bite your tongue and not insult everyone at every moment maybe you are more use to me with my first plan..." He would say musingly. He did try and consider all of the options, the fact that the nurse was there as he discussed it didn't matter to him. He had been at this school long enough to establish a reputation and she probably knew who she was, lord only knew he sent enough kids here. Plus she probably didn't care much since Adrian was being such a pain.

Mathew would just wait now for Leon and Helter to introduce himself as he continued to drink his hot cocoa. He wasn't much of a coffee drinker, hated the after taste. Cocoa however was something hot and sweet and reminded him of a happier time as a child, it was because of that Mathew tended to favor it.

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon sipped at his cup of manly cocoa. A simple, single 98cent cup of cocoa his freshman year at PHS #552, when Leon had only just started high school, maybe his second week, had sent him tumbling down the path he is on now. Buying a cup of hot cocoa for an interesting individual he saw in the Peace Cafe named Mayoko Leishmu. Who put most of these scars on Leon's body. Made Leon his slave, and continued to control him until he had enough and gained his freedom back, only to be enslaved by RoB, the gang he was forced to join because he was Mayoko's slave.

He descided to quit the gang too, being jumped out, forced to be beat down by one of his closest friends Saito Kurokoutsu. After he finished sipping he would look up at the beaten person who asked their names with a nod.

"Your welcome. My names Leon Sudeki, Lightning Dragon."

Leon would lean back with a content sigh and close his eyes with a smile. Leon knew of Hanlon Networking, they actually ran the networking in Leon's Cafe business.

[Helter Skelter]

Helter sat idly and fiddled more with her iPOD, not particularity interested in conversation going on, at least not at the moment. Her eyebrow raised a bit when the boy mentioned Caramell Machiattos. Funny, he didn't seem like the type to drink peasantry drinks. A lot of the coffee that Helter drank was made by herself at home, she couldn't afford Starbucks everyday. In fact, on it's own, she barely had enough to keep herself afloat. She closed her eyes and sighed heavily. Though, when she did get it, it was a treat. It wasn't good to spoil yourself, but treating oneself once in awhile was never a bad idea.

The crudely dressed girl adjusted her seating a bit when Adrian made the attempt to ask them for their names. A slight "Tch" escaped her lips, it had some actual truth to it. She really didn't have a real name, per se. And while on that subject, she'd never seen her parents either. Helter simply assumed they didn't care enough to bestow her a name, not that she really cared. Her name was far cooler than any name they could conjure up. This kid had a big fat mouth, and that's what got him into this predicament into the first place. If he was smart, he'd shut the fuck up, but Helter didn't think she could even give him that.

Names, huh?

When Leon and Mathew, the red-head seemed to only fiddle with her iPOD some more. As it began to seem like she would say nothing, the volume cranked on her iPOD and it grew in volume, now it was easy to understand.

"Look out
Helter Skelter
Helter Skelter
Helter Skelter
Yeah, ha, ha
Look out cause here she comes"

After the chorus, she turned to music back down to her personal-space volume and placed the mp3 in her lap, perching her head on her hand. "Yes, it's my actual name," the girl started, shrugging her shoulders a bit, "Though you're probably not familiar with peasant's music, the rifts in the song probably give your pampered, perfect brain a migraine". The girl leaned her head into her cheek and sighed again, he probably wasn't familiar with such bands. The Beatles, Tom Jones, Lep Zeppelin, Metallica, Guns n' Roses, ... probably just an unfamiliar sound to him. They were only, well... you know, LEGENDARY to he music in the world. Helter had literally smacked people for not knowing who Barry Manilow or John Lennon was.

"I'm Adrian Hanlon. My father is-- blah blah blah blah blah blah blah"

The teen's head started to slip down her head as if she was about to fall asleep, only to quickly jerk up again. She rubbed eyes and sighed, "Never heard of it." Shockingly enough, this was not a statement to peeve Adrian. She literally had never heard of it, she preferred to ignore corporate bullshit and all that came along with it. To be frank, she'd rather remove three vertebrae and eat her own ass than to be involved in that. Even so, Helter didn't want to know him because of that. Anyone who leeches their reputation, money and power from the hard work of other people were often dirty, corrupt and in the end, worthless in this world. She understood why he acted like a snot now, rich little kid gets everything he wants in life on a silver platter. At least, anyone who refuses HELP had to be like that. Apparently beggars CAN be choosers.

Either way, despite what he may think of Helter, she hadn't spoken a word of lie since she's seen him. He would soon learn that Helter, among many people, would be one of the most honest people he would ever meet.

[Adrian Hanlon]

Adrian sat quietly, (I know, shocker) and actually listened to the three around him speak their own turn. First was his former opponent, who revealed his name, and...

Did he just call himself a dragon? Oh my god.

Along with an idea to ransom him back to his parents. To this, Adrian could only raise an eyebrow and, of course, fire back a fast one himself.

"The way you say that, I almost think you actually believe I won't be going home after this."

He attempted one of his derisive snorts, but instead ended up coughing in pain.

"Hnnh... your plan, huh?" he said after the coughing subsided. "If it doesn't involve my money, than why bring me into it?"

Regardless of the answer, the blonde spoke up, accepting the formerly given thanks and revealing his name, and...

What in the hell is going on here.

So far, two of the three people in the room had just introduced themselves as Dragons. Adrian, once again, was at a loss of words. For a moment, he just stared, looking back from Leon, to Mathew, and back to Leon again. And then back to Mathew.

"Now hold on... correct me if I'm wrong, and I'm quite sure I'm not... but did you call yourselves DRAGONS?"

He snickered a little bit. After all, to a rich kid who grew up sheltered away from the gangs and the harsh lifestyle of the public education system and the martial arts that help most survive, a buncha kids running around calling themselves 'Dragons' is gonna sound just a little...

Well, just a little nerdy.

"Where'd ya get those nicknames? An anime convention?" He snickered again, finding the small laughter much easier than the louder attempt he made earlier. "Do you have a secret handshake? Or maybe decoder rings? What about you?" He asked, looking up at the girl. "Are you the Wind Dragon? Do your powers combined make Dragon Planet?"

Finally, Adrian couldn't contain himself any longer, and burst into full laughter, which inevitably brought forth more coughing. This time it was worth it, though, at least to the wealthy youngster.

The girl didn't answer with words, at least not at first, she was too busy judging the boy to do so. Of course, Adrian could tell. One didn't live the life of luxury without having to deal with people who wished to make themselves feel better by looking down on those priviledged few. Just the look in her eyes, that subtle tinge of despisement, was something Adrian could always quickly tell in a person. It was also something he was also quickly able to dispel, but that's for another time.

Instead of speaking, she just turned up her little gadget, letting the music, apparently, speak for her.

Adrian nodded in a sort of approval, until the girl decided to open her mouth again. As he heard what she said, he couldn't help but sneer at her. "Please, girl. Are you really so daft and judgmental, that you think that because I have money, I've never heard The Beatles? God, at least you have taste in music where you lack in fashion. I was almost damn sure there was nothing but that screamo noise running through your iPod."

He rose an eyebrow at her, delivering a very purposely-worded final sentence on the matter. "Guess you can't always judge a book by its cover, as the saying goes."

Of course, being who he was, Adrian had to go and ruin it after all. "Wait. You CAN read, can't you?"

He smirked and shook his head. "Regardless, it could be worse. You could be a Dragon like these two."

He looked back to Leon and to Mathew, and shrugged as if he were helpless in the matter, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. Whatever pain he was in, he could ignore it for the moment. This ragtag little motley crew was just TOO good of targets to pass up.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew didn't even blink when the kid made fun of the titles that him and Leon had earned. This wasn't New York, they wouldn't know the history of the Dragons, the strongest gang in the city that held it in a chokehold for years. He didn't know about the powers those individuals seemed to hold, nor did he know the effort that Mathew and Leon had taken to not only take the title but to keep it. Back in New York, to be a Dragon was to be the strongest. After the fall of the Dragon gang Mathew was the first to take up the title after having blackmailed Tiel for the coat he now wore on his person at all times. Leon and Ark quickly followed, then it was Linda and Faust, finally Chrynos was the newest Dragon. Instead Mathew would just smile when the boy asked if he got his name from an anime convention. Think what he wanted, the boy had still had his ass beat by a Dragon.

Ignoring the boy's mirth about his title Mathew would move on to the real question, why bother with him if it had nothing to do with his families money. It was amusing how the kid couldn't guess, but then again he has probably never been valued for anything but his money.

"It's simple really, I didn't research you to see that your family had money. I just noticed that you were an ass wipe that needed to be taught a lesson you peasant."

Mathew would say this raising a single eyebrow as he called the boy the same name that he had called Mathew several times before. He wouldn't wait for the boy to fire back with one of his oh so clever replies about how Mathew must be dirt poor, instead he would continue with what he wanted to say, still ignoring the fact that the nurses were in the room.

"Fact of the matter is richie rich I have my own money, I really don't need yours. I don't know if you father ever taught you this but there is more to success then money, there is ambition, charisma, decisivenesses, and of course logic. Though you seem to be lacking that one apparently."

Mathew would allow himself a small snort of laughter at that as he took time to take a sip of his incredibly manly cup of hot cocoa. This time he would allow the kid to respond, it would most likely be an insult directed at Mathew with a defensive comment about how he understood all of that. Though Mathew was almost certain that he didn't, he may in theory but not in practice, the fact that he took Mathew's terms after seeing Mathew unharmed meant that he had let pride cloud his logic, which in this world would get him killed.

"Pride without power is a liability. Power is impossible without strength and the ability to convince people you have strength. And don't think that wager was a joke, I fully intend to collect what is owed to me, which is why I carried your sorry ass here."

Mathew would finish up as he set his cocoa down on one of the nearby tables. He would collect on what was owed one way or another. The only thing the kid had to decide was how painful he was going to make it on himself. Was he willing to swallow his pride to keep his word? Or would Mathew have to make him keep his word.

This was actually a subject that was touchy to Mathew, he had a reputation for honesty. Well in a manner of speaking, he would twist the truth to his advantage all day long but if he said something straight up you could take it to the bank. He thought it was important to have a reputation for being honest, it was good for both promises or threats. Plus if you said something that was misleading and the other person thought it was said straight up it was very good for manipulating people.