[b]Evelyn - Quiet Riot (Come on Feel the Noise)[/b]

If anything, Evelyn was already pissed that Matty sent his damn lacky to tell her to turn her music down, and she was half tempted to send the bitch packing back to that cantankerous old fart with her guitar buried in his henchwoman's skull and a nice little note written in her blood with two very...very clear and distinct words: [s][color=ed1c24]FUCK YOU[/color][/s].  But given incentive to act on that long kept murderous rage born of emnity for the prick and whoever else rode on his coat-tails, Evenly only sighed and shook her head at Dex....acting like he forgot to take his meds this morning and bouncing off the walls, though she liked the guy's enthusiasm.  [color=ed1c24]"Take five, Lars Ulrich."[/color]  She muttered glancing over to the gas masked kid, still complaining about the mask allegedly fused to his skin.  Surely a good yank should pry it off....or some black powder and a lit match.  Then, she turned to the teacher, a nice woman yeah, but still...a teacher, glaring at her and being mouthy as usual towards the school faculty, [color=ed1c24]"A'right.  First off, why did Matty send you when he could've drug his drunk, lazy ass down here himself?  Is he really that much of a bitch that he's gotta hide behind some woman he hired?"[/color]  At that she snorted, but resumed, [color=ed1c24]"Second, it's the music room.  I have a right to play however the fuck I want and if poor Professor Gay wants to get all butthurt because he's widdle eardrums are bleeding, then it's no skin off my ass."[/color]

There would have been a third, but it was interrupted when Ev heard the door to the music room open again, and in stepped someone else, a new kid by the looks of him(Zac), since Ev never seen him much around the school.  Her eyebrow raised a bit when she saw the guy hold his hand up and act like he was gonna force-choke the fuck out of the teacher or her or even Dex behind the drums.  After that, he asked a simple question, "How's that?"

How was what?  What the hell did he do?  Ev looked at him perplexed for a moment, but figured it had something to do with the room.  Yup, another weirdo to join their merry band of nutcases here at Orean Cause, soon to be named the NOT Xavier Academy.  Thinking for a bit, she played her guitar once more, trying out a riff that was very thrash with swift up-tempos and downpicking that could rival even Hetfield's, following with a Kerry-King-esque solo before ending her heavy attack, shrugging her shoulders at the new kid still with that puzzled expression glued to her face, [color=ed1c24]"Uh...not sure what you did, man, but emm...thanks I guess."[/color]

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[b]Matthias - Nice Wheels[/b]

As much as his secret enjoyment of harassing and terrorizing his most detested of pupils could carry on, Matthias was content with just watching the idiot clean the art room like he was supposed to, casually sipping on his morning coffee and reading his paperback copy of [i]Othello[/i] while Hana bustled about dusting off the desks, washing up the brushes and restocking what was needed, and if he was done, then certainly he could rest assured Professor Gray would find more work to keep his lazy ass busy.  Still, he felt a tinge disappointed his whole schtick with the maid outfit backfired on him, thanks to that cheeky Miss Murray and that dimwit Angela chiming in and making Gray look like some pedophile with a fetish for elegant couture.  Grumbling to himself bothersome, he downed the last of his coffee and slammed his book shut slapping it down on the table, mainly to garner the dipwad crossdresser's attention, noted by that pretty little flower stuck in his hair.  Hoped a bee landed on it and stung some sense into the twit.  [b]"Dammit boy!  You move any slower, the apocalypse could happen while you're cleaning off your last brush.  Hurry it up!"[/b]  He squawked crossing his arms and cutting his sharp, emerald eyes at Hana.  [b]"You're here to work, not lollygag around while I have to deal with being stuck with an idiot all day!"[/b]

But then, what was that noise?  A familiar, and quite troubling sound had followed after that wretched guitar of that one annoying pupil finally quit, thank Miss Murray for that.....for now... but soon followed another hair raising ruckus, a series of honks and wails and beeps resounding from outside...in the school parking lot no less.  [b]"My car!"[/b]  Matthias yelped getting up from his desk and making for the door, but stopped turning towards Hana again, [b]"There's something I need to check, but if I return and find this place ransacked...you can rest assured you will have hell to pay, you fucking hoodlum."[/b]  And out the door he whisked away, briskly storming down the halls and out the front door, crossing the lawn towards the pavement only to discover....the worst.

[b]"My....my....MY CAR!!!!!!  WHO DID THIS?!!!!!"[/b]  There it was, like the ugliest splotch of paint upon a beautiful, artistic masterpiece, completely ruined, ransacked, and shattered beyond all resolve, a scratch...long and wide across the entire right, broad side of his Black '67 Impala. ([s]Carry on my Wayward Son!!![/s])  [b]"ALRIGHT YOU BRATS!!  WHO'S RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?!!!  I SWEAR YOU WILL BUFF AND CLEAN THIS CAR FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAMN LIVES!!!"[/b]  Hollering to no one in particular he was, but soon his rage indeed found an outlet, a girl(Grace), possibly the miscreant who enacted such a vile and unsavory act upon his prized vehicle, just standing casually next to what could be considered the trashiest and most disgusting, revolting, and just....who could drive such an ugly eyesore as this ratty ass van?! <.<  [b]"You there!"[/b]  He barked at the girl approaching her and glaring at her furiously.  [b]"Did you see who ruined my car?  Well?  Or perhaps it was YOU!!  Yes!  You with that....that...monstrosity...that horrible bucket of rusted bolts and spanners!  How can you even drive such a thing, let alone look at it!  It makes my eyes wish to pop out of my skull and commit suicide!" <.<  "Well did you?!  Did you wreck my car you twit?!  I guess so seeing as you couldn't find anywhere to park that lumbering behemoth of yours, so you scraped by my vehicle and DAMAGED IT!!!"[/b]