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[Camille Mordred]

"I'm ready for the change, meet me in blue sky"

There was a boy named Aaron Schwabb, and he almost deserved it. It of course being frisked of his lunch money and quite possibly a bit more of his savings and if by deserving it being completely out of the blue; as the lithe blonde figure sat complacently against the entry to the lunchroom hall fingering the contents of the hefty wallet. He was asking for it, she'd reason if ever asked, a boy of his build and apparel was like a neon sign in the dead of some blackened night reading "come round all". $150 Who brought this hefty change to school unless they were buying a substantial stash of drugs maybe? Errantly grinning, Camille would contend to imagining the innumerous ways to spend her kindly donation still eyeing the wallet's contents before being finally sated and dumping it in the nearest receptacle and moving onward through the cafeteria doors. "Two Triple stacks." She'd demand without bothering the please as she'd slap a ten spot over the counter figuring it to be more than enough payment including a tip on the return side. Grinning wildly still she'd pocket the rest in her rear pocket. To anyone caring a gander, Camille stood no taller than five foot five. Her ratty torn jeans would cut off mid thigh showing some wear. Further up she'd cast over her torso a light brown leather biker jacket veiling beneath it a white workout top and at her back the disgruntled pink scars she saw fit to keep out of sight for the most part, albeit an occasional flutter any which way would part the low riding jacket for an occasional peak. Her blonde locks would remain tailored back into a ponytail while two wispy bangs would peter lazily over her brow sifting in and out of her gaze. On the receiving end of her order Camille would sift the tray to engage in the moderately occupied cafeteria thinking it odd that a place would be this empty around lunch time. However to her later dismay perhaps neglecting the fact that lunch was in fact just ending. Blissfully unaware of this fact however Camille would chow down on her meal violently somehow managing to finish the massive burgers before even finding a proper seat. So engrossed in her consumption she'd miss bumping into a hulking figure, not one too large but certainly big by her standards. Wide brimmed shoulders, average muscle build, dirty blonde hair, the figure before her was something out of a twenty-somethings' college sitcom. "Watch where you're stepping girl! This is banner's space!" He'd say boisterously hefting her by the collar of her jacket. *Kunk* Without second thought her cranium would thrust upwards into the bridge of his nose and with a splinting crackling of bones and a gush of sudden blood the boy would double over. "Piss off asshole." He'd be met with gritted teeth and an otherwise bored demeanor, though one look at her white knuckles one could see that the tray in her possession was about to become a murder weapon....

made by caedmon of GS

[Tyr Odinson]

"OHHH SNAP-!"

Andrew, a young male in a blue hoodie and shaggy black hair, sat next to the man who'd just taken a beckham style blow to the bridge of the nose, blood spurting from his nostrils like the after-splash of a rock crashing into a lake. Reaching onto his tray, he grabbed the bag of popcorn there and began eating fervently, engrossed in the damage being done. His bright green eyes, alight with a certain fervor, would check out the woman openly- hot, sexy mess.

"Kick his ass, sea bass!"

His shout was gravelly, but he'd stay put, intent to watch all the way to the end!

[Camille Mordred]

"I'm ready for the change, meet me in blue sky"

The blow ringing true would leave a deafening silence within the first round of combat feeling a bit more than just a ringing in her ears as the impact riddled her skull despite Camille getting the easier end of the damage. The boy however staggering backwards going to far as to retch out with an open hand to use the table for support would be the only one to openly engage, even Camille seemed to give the fight a breath of air between them figuring her best notion wasn't to dog pile on one guy if he was already good and out. The groupies about him would seem to share a similar response mostly jesting between one another. "You got your ass handed to you by a girl!" A few would chime in unison seemingly giving the boy his fervor back. Spirit reinstated he'd press himself back up to assert what what left of his pride. Though not quickly enough as he'd find a round house kick poised at his throat knocking him back to the floor and this time without so much as a breath to protest. "Kick his ass, sea bass!" Camille's head shifting on a swivel towards the origin of the taunt. Or at least what she'd perceive as one. Green hues set on narrow slits would shoot this young man daggers as she was neither of the sea nor what she imagined was some race horse name. Through gritted teeth she'd spout a daring remark bringing her fists to center. "Yea you want some too wise-ass!?" She had something better than that.... Her cheeks beginning to flush now with a rage anticipating a full flurry soon as she'd tended to the weeds.

made by caedmon of GS

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew would blink, turning around to look at who the hell she might be talking to. Seeing a kid also standing there watching, Andrew believed he must have said something that offended the smoking hot mistress, so Andrew would proceed to punch the guy in the face, sending him stumbling backward and crashing into some tables and chairs.

"Don't mouth off to the pretty lady, moron!"

He turned back to her, giving a wink and a little thumbs up to let her know he had her beautiful, slender back.

"That'll show 'em....."

[Camille Mordred]

"I'm ready for the change, meet me in blue sky"

Camille was about to get her smash on. Bringing her fists up into one another punching each other as though there was some sort of padding to protect them. She'd stride forward to the boy mouthing off to her although missing her chance to land the felling blow as someone else beat her to the punch. Pausing she'd be taken aback by the wink and the compliment. In that instant she'd size the guy up, though measurements had rarely caught her aback before and they wouldn't do that here either. "I didn't need your help!" She'd spout back in the most Tsundere manner possible thrusting her balled fists to her hips in protest however not giving up on the prominent stature that she'd been hosting. "So unless you want some fist sandwich too I'd apologize!" Her vexed tone taking on a haughty taste. Already at it with the tussles and blows on her fist day, she had half expected to make it in a week or at least that's what she had promised her roommate. So much for that, guessing that going home banged and bruised up was going to be a regular thing with the residents of #259.

made by caedmon of GS

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrews eyebrows went up!

He tossed his popcorn off to the side, the bag hitting the face of a poor unsuspecting woman who was trying to play angry birds, sending kernels into the sky. He took a knee, hand lifting in a poetic, romeo-esque manner as a breeze would seem to billow through his hair, eyes shimmering in the light of the bulbs above them.

"I duly, sincerely regret any actions that offended you, the one whose glistening hair shimmers gold through my mind, and whose eyes are emerald jewels of glory...."

He'd stand up, all those effects like hair blowing and shimmering eyes vanishing.

"We should go out."

[Camille Mordred]

"I'm ready for the change, meet me in blue sky"

Once more flushed with the certain red to her cheeks whether it be the fact that she was caught bashful for an instant or overcome with inconsolable rage one couldn't tell even she. It was a smooth move if she were more rational in this moment she'd give him credit maybe even scoff it off but that wasn't the Camille that was in the here and now. Those balled fists tucked tight to her thighs would press further into her skin as if to fight off the urge for an instant but one.... Flinging outright she'd sent a right hook to his face, her form was anything but perfect or even looking to continue but the bottled up rage seemed to flush out of her system as the punch did. "WHAT GAVE YOU ANY INCLINATION THAT I WAS INTERESTED! YOU STUPID DUMB GRRRAAAA!" She'd throw no further punches unless he decided to turn on her rather content if the blow had landed and her rage debilitated just the same she'd fume. To the populace around her she was now the asshole looking real good and stupid as she settled their in her temper tantrum stance slowly defusing and the rouge from her cheeks that'd been flushed with rage slowly became one of self-consciousness. Damn damn damn. She'd be hard pressed to apologize at this point instead if he had taken the punch she'd quickly look down at her shoes feeling really ashamed of herself.

made by caedmon of GS

[Tyr Odinson]

Block punches?

What did that mean?

Her hook landed flush, jerking his face to the right, opneing a cut on his cheek and lifting his body off it's feet to smash through the table, snapping the wood clean in half and sending the table full of food into the sky, some landing on the floor, others landing on his form. He let out a little chuckle, eyes rolling for a moment before he groaned and rolled over onto his hands and knees. His left ribcage would be exposed to her, his right ribcage facing away he'd push himself onto his knees, blood running down his cheek to drip off his chin. He gave a sincere smile.

"Your punches are as powerful as your steady and burning gaze. But that was not a no...."

He grinned broader, flashing his brilliant white teeth, hands at his sides leaving himself open for additional punishment.

[Camille Mordred]

"I'm ready for the change, meet me in blue sky"

Graa... She didn't know why boys didn't take no for an answer besides she didn't even know this imbecile one bit which made it even more pondersome to her. Fractured she'd palm her brow, bringing forth her left hand over her eye settling to cool her heated cheeks before brushing aside a sloped bang. Camille's cool reestablished at least to a small degree she'd return her own glowering grin almost daring him to press his luck. "No...no....not a chance." She'd repeat in sequence each word she'd say tilting her frame a quarter turn from him eventually completely turning her back to him. "Definitely not looking like a mess like that no." Matter of factly looking over her shoulder a taunting gesture of her index finger pointing beneath her eye mirroring his injury before tugging the skin down and sticking her tongue out at him... So mature. BLEH Just asking for it this one was...

made by caedmon of GS

[Tyr Odinson]

His smile dissipated just a little.

"Ah....that blo-"

Then she did her little tongue and eye look, and he smirked again, coming to his feet. He'd lazily push the large guy she'd beaten the crap out of (who had been trying to return to his feet quite groggily) out of his way as he'd come up behind her, turning around and walking backward clearly uncaring that he was covered in food and blood.

"Fair enough. Stunning lady like yourself should be with a man at his peak- so can I get your number, then? I'll reach out once I'm squeaky clean and we can have dinner, or a stroll with your sister the moon and her friends the stars......."

He was calling her the sun. That's right, he was wooing like a mother fucker right now. Not every day a beautiful green-eyed spitfire knocked your block off....