Fight fight fight fight

[strings_theory]

Who: Jolyne and Keith [Closed]
When: Evening of June 27th
Where: Probably some secluded area of the school, idk
What: Jolyne's mad and is going to jump someone and beat the shit out of them

Prom had been stuck in her head ever since it'd happened, mostly with good memories and things to mull over. But there was one thing that was stuck in the back of her head that she needed to take care of before summer vacation came around. And that was repaying someone for their absolute bullshit, because Jolyne was vindictive. Pure and simple.

She's quietly stalking around the school, looking for her target and casually following him at a distance until managing to find somewhere more secluded to make her move. Stone Free is casually integrated with her, allowing her some easier movements and will prove to be helpful later.

It takes her no time at all once she deems the location good enough for her to jump him, launching forward to try and get his attention with an enhanced punch for one of his shoulders.

"Guess who, bitch."

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[spelleton]

[ He's in the infirmary like always. He doesn't even seem surprised when Snow comes in carrying two struggling teenagers. ]

Mr Villiers...carrying Keith and Jolyne. Good evening to all three of you.

Should I be putting these two in separate rooms for treatment, then? [ They both look fairly banged up, so he might have to keep them overnight. That depends on the severity of the injuries, though. ]

[marmoron]

[Jesus fucking christ this is humiliating. He's quiet for the duration fo being carried over to the infirmary, but he can't help piping up at that.]

Is that even a question.

[strings_theory]

[Oh boy, she's just absolutely fucking fuming. Given that and the way she's actually snapping, is probably a good indication there.]

Shut the fuck up, bitch. [Jolyne, no.]

[spelleton]

Generally, most students have cooled off enough by the time they've had their fights that I can safely put them in the normal beds.

You two appear to be exceptions.

[ He tugs at his sleeves, the bandages around his arms unwinding as they spring to life. ]

Can you walk to your rooms yourselves, or will I have to carry you? I'm sure your dignity would prefer the former, but if you try to break things in here, I'll have to resort to the latter.

[marmoron]

[Help him he's biting back So Many Words and glaring at Jolyne like he can punch her with his mind--

But okay. He will offer a very flat:]

I can walk. Strings got stabbed in the ankle. You should carry her to be safe.

[Look how helpful he's being :D]

[strings_theory]

[She's bristling again and huffing loudly.]

I can walk just fine. [She's a stubborn bitch, that and at least the strings there have still held despite the whole fire bullshit.]

'Sides, Stone Free's got me if I need it.

[spelleton]

Very well. [ He waits for Snow to put them down before indicating two of the closed doors down the hall, which slide open noiselessly. ] If you're in danger of falling, I will have to support you to make sure you don't hurt yourself further.

But I can't say I don't respect your determination. [ He sounds faintly amused. ]

[steelguarded]

Sure sure, no problem.

[Snow walks over to one door and bodily throws Jolyne in, before moving to the other and launching Keith. If there's a bed in there he will at least throw them on it with reasonably good aim, so longas they don't squirm]

[marmoron]

[Okay, not gonna lie. He'd be way more amused about Jolyne getting her ass punted into bed, but the joy is pretty much sucke right out of him when it's his turn to be launched into bed and he ends up rolling a little onto his fucked up shoulder.

The infirmary is getting treated to the loudest yelp right now.]

--FUCK!

[strings_theory]

[She'd be laughing if she hadn't been a dumb-ass that tried to break her fall with her arms. Which are, uh, pretty goddamned burned and the second they have pressure on them and anything touching them is a hell of a cry of actual pain.

Well, so much for acting tough, she guesses.]

I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU, KEITH, I SWEAR TO FUCK. [Stop.]

[steelguarded]

[Welp. Best leave this to more experienced hands. He gives Ekkehardt a friendly (if not perhaps a little too hard) clap on the back]

Thanks man, you're a lifesaver. Literally.

[He laughs a bit at his own joke. Literal life saver. Quality.]

Am I good to leave 'em to you?