[color=Lime][h2]Olivia Octavia Delacroix[/h2][/color]

Upon realising that her sentient pillow was in fact pretty hot, Olivia felt a little disheartened. He clearly didn't move to get rid of her so he was very willing to be her pillow. Nibbling on her lip, she chastised herself for a good opportunity lost. Maybe he wasn't the greatest sentient pillow either, judging by how he downright refused to answer her and instead decided to go and talk to some other girl who was attracting quite a bit of attention around the tram. Huffing a little, she gave him a frown and withdrew her iPod from her pocket. There was no point even trying to resolve the conflict now because both parties were too worked up to try and even get anywhere with negotiations.

Sitting cross-legged on the empty seat, she plugged her headphones in and settled back as she clicked her music on. The constant bickering was beginning to give her a headache but the music caused it to fade away into the background. Olivia sat like that, in peace, for another few minutes before the apparent Queen of the Losers decided to use violence to solve her problems. Olivia probably would have fell back to sleep if she too didn't get a healthy serving of Newton's First Law. [b][color=Lime]"Non!"[/color][/b] She squeaked, her normal British voice being accentuated by a sprinkle of French.

Crashing against the side of her chair, she groaned rather heavily at the pain in her legs. Sitting cross-legged was obviously not the greatest of ideas on her part. Thankfully, however, she wasn't standing like the other half of the carriage's passengers. Yawning tentatively, she took her seat again and this time, Olivia placed her legs on the ground. 

It seemed, however, that the events surrounding that lone punch were not concluded yet. A deep screeching noise filled the carriage, drilling its way into the ear drums of every pupil present and quickly violating said ear drums. Despite wearing earphones, Olivia was still at the mercy of the horrible noises. Things got even more horrible, however, as some sort of bone cut down through the roof and began to cut through the thick steel of the tram. [b][color=Lime]"Casse-toi!"[/color][/b] She hurled at the bone saw, clearly not aware that most of the people on the tram were not French. Maybe that was a fortunate aspect, considering she just cursed at a teacher. [i]What they don't know won't hurt them![/i] As it turned out, though, it wasn't exactly a terrifying Eldritch Horror but simply Miss Hillard, the biology teacher.

Her threat brought a smile to her face as she remembered the first time it happened to her. Yeah... She still had nightmares about that. Another problem roused itself in the form of a wood-munching male who desired to eat Miss Hillard. Olivia understood if people had those sort of sick fetishes but openly trying to achieve them in front of others and without the consent of both parties was wrong. She moved between them in a flash, her pout set in stone as she held her hand up to Sam. [b][color=Lime]"Vous ne pouvez pas manger Madam Hillard!"[/color][/b] It didn't kick in that she was speaking French for a few seconds but eventually, she translated for him. [b][color=Lime]"I refuse to allow you to eat Miss Hillard!"[/color][/b]

With that, she turned and gave the teacher a bright smile. [b][color=Lime]"Madam! Did you have a good summer? I had a brilliant one! We jetted off to the Far East! Japan was magnificent!"[/color][/b] This probably meant two things to the other passengers - Olivia was going completely bonkers or this so-called creature was in fact, no real danger at all.