New Semester (Open)

Kris laughed at Grace's remark, "I'm allowed certain privileges, and in return I don't cause too much trouble." Kris took a seat, putting his feet on the table, "And you're Hope, right? What are you doing hanging out with those bimbos?" Kris said while taking out a stick of gum, offering some to the girls. From his demeanor, it could be suggested that he had bigger things to worry about than school, which was true. He just went there for appearances and sometimes a little fun.

OOC: She is still wearing the uniform. Just wanted to let you know what Grace looked like.

BIC:
Grace was actually glad that Rebecca and Alice left the table. Now they wouldn't be distracting Hope from her anymore. She chuckled to herself. Hope and Grace, it was only natural that they would be good friends.

Kris said that he was allowed certain privileges, like being able to wear whatever he wanted. Apparently, the school didn't bother him as long as he didn't cause too much trouble, whatever that meant. Grace wasn't sure what he could do that would make the teachers fear him.

Kris asked why Hope spent time with 'bimbos.' Grace knew that he was talking about Alice and Rebecca, but she still felt a little insulted. If Hope hung out with 'bimbos,' then didn't that mean he was calling her a bimbo?

"I'm sure the people Hope spends time with are quite awesome, actually." She looked annoyed at Kris.

Cynthia was busy chatting with the other people at the smoker's corner, offering lights to those who were joining, showing off her new and snazzy guitar lighter that she had just bought herself, she had a full-time weekend job working at the local tattoo parlour along with practising with her band after school on Thursday nights, she planned to make it big with them someday soon. The fact that she had some dirt on most of the teachers meant she could pretty much do as she pleased, she was more the planning and well...blackmail type, not like she'd abuse that power but those who knew she had something on them were usually smart enough to not upset her.

Kris started chuckling, "I'm sorry if I offended you, but your friends, the ones who left, they seem to have a problem with my friends. Whenever they see us, they seem to think it's ok to be insulting to us, and don't get me started on that ape-brained football player," Kris began to grit his teeth, visibly getting angry. Everyone knew what had happened, the star player of the football team got some of his friends together and beat on one of Kris' friends as a message because Kris stood up to them earlier. Kris' friend was currently in the hospital, broken rips and a concussion.

  Kris snapped back into reality when he got his feet pushed off the table, he had to shake his head to hear what Hope had said. "Well, you see, I'm inclined to meet people I don't know, see if they'll be trouble for me," his grin returned, but was short lived, he had a feeling this would happen, but he wasn't looking forward to it. "MAKAROV!" a hulking brute yelled as he walked to the table where Kris, Hope, and Grace sat. He was accompanied by quite a few more muscle heads. "I'd heard about a sleazy bug bothering these girls, so I assumed there was a cockroach at the table, looks like I wasn't that far off," his gang laughed at the joke as Kris just look purely annoyed, clenching his fists, ready for a fight.

Grace was glad that Hope had stood up for her friends. The girl introduced Kris and Grace, but didn't seem to be too pleased with Kris.

Apparently, the feeling was mutual. Kris said that Hope's friends insulted his own. He also had an apparent hatred for some football player. Grace felt like she had walked into the middle of something, but that wasn't the case. She had just been sitting here having lunch, minding her own business. Kris' eyes glazed over for a second, as if he was having a mental flashback or something. Hope pushed his feet off the table, thank goodness, and he snapped back to reality.

Kris said that he met people to see if they would make problems for him. Grace frowned and glared at him with her icy blue eyes. Before she could reply, a group of muscly guys came up and confronted Kris. Their leader said that he was bothering the two girls, and Grace nodded in agreement. It looked like a fight was about to break out, so Grace got her words out quickly.

"You think I'm a threat? I'm not sure why you think a girl like me is a threat to you. Now those guys with the muscles are a different story." Grace looked at leader of the jocks. She put an unconvincing British accent to her next words. "Please, brave knight, remove this dragon."

OOC: No more white, it makes it a pain to read her speech.

Suddenly someone came running to the smoker's corner "some jocks are calling Kris out in the cafeteria!" they said before there was a sudden rush of students heading into the cafeteria, included in that rush was Cynthia, she considered Kris at least an associate and so was willing to help him and not let him get beat up.

Running into the cafeteria she growled as a circle started to form around "why don't you pick on someone your own size you beef-heads!" she yelled out angrily as she got ready to defend Kris if they didn't back off.

Kris stood up, looking at Brock, he really didn't want to do this. Kris went to walk away before Brock yelled out something, something that might have secured his death. Brock laughed at Kris, "Y'know, Makarov, it's really nice to have a family to go home to, you should try it some time." All of Brocks friends began laughing as Kris stopped, but Brock never stopped when he was ahead, "Where is your mom now? Is she dead? Or did she just abandon you like the FREAK you are?" Kris turned around, his fists clenched. Finally, Brock was getting a reaction out of Kris, but what came next, Brock couldn't have prepared for.

Kris ran at the jocks, he was fast, almost just a blur. They barely had time to get ready as Kris began dropping them, bone snaps were heard from Kris' almost inhuman attacks, anger is one hell of a steroid. Then there was one, Brock, who looked filled with fear, and Kris laughed, grabbing him and throwing Brock onto the table. Brock began to plead, but Kris ignored it, as Brock had done every time he had hurt those weaker than himself. Kris smashed Brocks head on the table, knocking him out, but he didn't stop there, Kris just kept smashing Brocks head, THUD, THUD,THUD, blood splashed up with each hit, it became quickly apparent Kris aimed to KILL Brock.

Grace wasn't sure which of the two boys she hated more, now. At first, she had been relieved when Brock and his jocks had shown up. They had come to get Kris out of her face. Her feelings had wavered, however, as Brock had started making fun of Kris, specifically about him not having a family and his mother not loving him. That was a low blow.

Jemmy didn't like that. She herself knew what it was like to be lonely. She actually started rooting for Kris as he started beating up the jocks. They deserved it for saying such cruel things.

But then Kris started slamming Brock's head on the table, repeatedly. Now Kris was going way too far. Brock had been cruel, but he didn't deserve this. He could get seriously injured, or even die from this.

Jemmy held back the urge to intervene. She had to remind herself that she wasn't Jemmy right now. She was Grace. Grace was just a normal girl in high school. What would she do? Well, she would probably want the fighting to stop, but she would also be too scared of the guy beating another guy's face in. Instead, she decided to use words to try to get the fighting to stop, ineffective as that might be.

"Stop!" Grace yelled. "Stop it right now!" She didn't think it would be very effective, so she decided to go to desperate lengths. "If you're this violent, it's no wonder your mother hates you." She really didn't want to go there, but at this point she would do pretty much anything to stop the violence. Anything, that was, except blow her cover.

Cynthia saw that the fight was getting too violent and decided to intervene, coming up behind Kris and locking her arms under his and pulling him off Brock, pushing her foot against the table to hold Kris back if she had to, trying to drag him away from the table and make him let go of Brock "he'll be hospitalized for a while, take your revenge then, but now is not the time, he'll be helpless in the hospital" she whispered into his ear almost silently. She would continue trying to drag him away from Brock if she had to, trying to calm him somewhat with her next to silent words.

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Kris calmed down, and limped away, mumbling to himself. He looked at Cynthia, smiling apologetically. He didn't even acknowledge Grace, because if he did, she'd have a bullet hole in her head. It's a shame TIBERIOUS didn't let him kill, Kris had all this pent up anger and no release valve, he mused that he'd literally explode one day. As he limped away he noticed something, his leg was broken, he could still walk on it, Kris had been through worse, but it was broken none the less. Kris struggled to walk out the door and talked into his earpiece, "Uh, any of my lovely team mates.... I need help, I'm in Murakami High, in the Cafeteria. Let's just say I'm hurt kinda bad."