Caught in a hell hole.

[june]

She was in a hallway, bodies dropped on the ground, lots of blood and gore, all that fancy stuff. She had been regretting that she had forgot to bring her art supplies, this was a great scenery to paint. Still, this was school, she couldn't be found doing those type of acts at a time like this. Both of her eyes trailed from body to body, all of them knocked out, there breathing heavy. Nobody else seemed to be up there, all trails of this violence being led directly to her at the moment. Still, her body seemed to be clean, not a mark on her, none of her clothing stained at all. She didn't have on her normal clothing that day, she had forgot to clean it the night before, so she decided just to wear black sneakers, black jeans, a black bra, and over that a black t-shirt. For once she looked more on the normal side.

Deciding it would be best to get out of this place, she decided to turn around, and walk off. The only problem was that there was always the fact on someone catching her there at last second. Wow, that would definitely not be fun.

[John]

Now wasn't this the interesting scene? Bodies lay out all over, blood, you know how it goes. A young man with white silverish hair and red eyes had been becoming more and more known around the school lately. His enforcement of the rules questionable. Well alot more than questionable down right bad. His tan skin off set his hair and eyes, not to mention his cloths. White muscle shirt, and white Gi pants. Though he was wearing Black Vans.

In the clutches of his right hand was an unmarked white can with this magic formula called Brimstone. Something the Supervisor had taken from files, or something like that, but all he knew was it made him stronger. He was a power hungry fighter, and he needed more fights. But this interesting scene only made him want to fight the one who made it.

"Excuse me. . . did you do this."

Spoken to the girl walking away as if it didn't even matter.

[june]

It seemed a man did catch her on the scene, but June didn't bother to even look at him when he asked the question. This wasn't the type of scene to be caught at, and then just stop for a conversation after all. It was quite possible that any standing person could be dangerous when there was bodies lying on the ground.

"No."

That's the only response she gave to him, not bothering to explain, not bothering to stop walking. The voice was soft, but it had more of a 'leave me alone, I don't trust you' type of hinting in it. Of course, to some people, this not be very trusting, after all, her cold personality definitely could give people the idea that she in fact did do this, and was lying. It was up to him to decide, but for now, June was just going to be walking away ignoring him.

[John]

John would have to make it something of a point that he needed to know, so he could deal with the problem. as the more. . . 'Hands on' member of the School Hall Correctional Police, he was known for not caring who started the fight, or how it ended, both parties broke the rules by fighting, and both parties are guilty. So he had to find out. running over to catch up so he could kep up he asked a different question.

"Well do you know who did it?"

John was a decently patient person, but lets not push it too far. Hes not exactly an easy person to get along with either. Hes got this whole. . . Superiority complex thing that requirs him to acvt alittle higher up than everyone else. Some see it as stuck up, and ignoring him only makes it worse. Because he will fight for the attention he wants. Probably the worst choice for someone whos supposed to uphold the school rules.

[june]

June stopped in her tracks, and then turned around to face him directly into the eyes. He was persistent, so she was going to make sure that he realized that this had nothing to do with her at all.

"Sorry, I don't."

She said, her voice still uncaring like it was before and soft, but her eyes showing a slight bit of annoyance deep down in the pinkish red color of theirs. Now to be honest, June was a violent girl, but that didn't mean she actually liked fighting. With that said, she was more of hoping just to get this guy to go away, rather than him to stay and continue bothering her. It was worth a try, right?

"Why don't you go take care of the victims, instead of look for the one who did it to them?"

[John]

Her first few words struck John as possible, her just coming up here and seeing this mess John just showing up at the wrong time to see what happened. But her next words brought a smile to his face. You see, he was a ruthless good for nothing but fighting. He lived for it and enjoyed it. Of course only one other person knew better than that, but he was drunk and so was the other person so it probably didn't matter.

"Oh but you see. . . I dont give a flying fuck about any student that goes to this school. My title gives me the opertunity to get into as many fights as I want as long as I can pin the blame on someone, let these dumb asses rot up here from their injuries, see if I care, I just want to fight who did it to them."

It was true too, didn't matter to John even if they where dieing, of course deep down way in his supressed subconciouse he did care and was a pretty nice guy, but what he showed and forced out of himself was the ass hole you see before you.

[june]

"You're weird."

June said with an annoyed voice, looking at the guy like he was Frankenstein, and she was just a random villager who lacked the emotion of fear for the most part. She kept her dull gaze on him, not the least bit effected by his words, and kept a normal nature which surrounded her. Anyways, there wasn't much more for her to say, the only reasons he kept looking at him is because she no longer trusted keeping her back to a man that was such a... special guy like him.

[John]

"Wierd?"

John raised an eye brow to this comment, and he turned slightly not making visual with June as he thought about this, like it was something new. John had been called alot of things, but wierd was a new one. Soon enough though he decided to ignore the comment and figure it out later. He looked at her and it just popped out, he didn't even want to say it.

"How am I wierd?"

He had a seriouse expression of question on his face. He was freakin' clueless.

[june]

Was this guy serious? June didn't know, but by the look she was getting the impression that he was. That was a bit weird, but she might as well answer the question to enlighten him just a little bit. She took a few seconds to think it over, her eyes looking directly into his, a dull look in hers almost like she could just fall asleep in the middle of talking to the guy.

"Well, most guys usually get pleasure from sex, but you are making it sound like you get all your satisfaction from fighting. That makes you weird."

Alright, probably the weirder explanation you might hear someone say, but she was just trying to get the point across in the most simple way that she could. It just happened that her most simple way could sometimes differ from other people.