[center][h1][color=FFC0CB]Poetry Bluebell Carolina Sundance[/color][/h1]
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Dᴀᴛᴇ: Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, Tᴜᴇsᴅᴀʏ 8ᴛʜ. 
Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: First Day
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: The cafeteria and Kassy Boy [@Thane], Ezera [@King Tai], Amelia [@carla6677], Sadie [@alexfangtalon], and whoever else happens in on this funk'd up bizz
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Kassy Boy had given a compliment that was worded in such a way that her face turned a bit red. She was by no means someone that drew fantasies to hormonal boys, but even if what he said was to lighten the atmosphere, it still was a bit flattering. After all, she was a willowy little thing, so it was a grand compliment. From him at least. If anyone else were to say something like that, she would have smacked them smartly across the cheek. Or poked both of their eyes. Either one. Both were good.

But it was Kas, and he was special, so she just smiled her sunflower warm smile. Till everything went all tilt-a-whirl, of course. Amelia was hurt and crying, hugging on Ezera and for the most part all Poetry could do was look to Kas. And boy did his face change real quick. Profanities aside, it would be an understatement to say that the boys were pissed. 

And then of course another girl stepped onto the scene. Cautiously, the blonde fae of a girl slipped over to Kas's side. Perhaps he wasn't a boyfriend, as the flustered Ezera had misinterpreted, but he was as close as it got for her. She wasn't very confrontational, but even this was a bit jarring to the senses. As the tall temperamental boy said, it wasn't as if the guys could step into the fight. A girl though... She glanced over at Sadie. Would she step in? Seemed as though she and the red-haired girl were friends...

“I am afraid I am all in the air about this," she murmured towards Kas's question, her fingers nervously intertwining with one another as she chewed on the inside of her cheek. It all seemed rather blown out of proportion, if she were to have any opinion. But as her grandmother always said, 'everything was the end of the world when the kids are trippin' on hormones'. Now Poetry could sort of see what she meant.

Finally, having far more than enough of the dramatics of this whole thing, she looked down then slowly let her blue eyes travel up onto Mitzie. Stepping forwards, she pushed her hands down to her side and turned on a one hundred watt smile that not for one moment reached her eyes. A burning smile with ice cold eyes. And it was all aimed at the source of the problem.

"Hello~" she wiggled her fingers, stepping in front of the wobbly girl who was causing so many problems, "Hi! Nice to meet you~ I am Poetry and this," she gestured around her with sweeping arms, "is the very public place of the cafeteria filled with people who find this girl," she gestured to Amelia, "far more empathetic than you, Miss Anatgonist~" She pushed her hand to her mouth, letting her fingers push into her cheek, in a mock questioning confusion.

"I wonder why?" she snapped her fingers, like an air-head who had just found the solution, "Ah! Yes, that is right!" She stopped smiling, every inch of her below-freezing. "It's because this is the very first day and no one knows who you are," her usually bright cheerfulness was dulled into cold apathetic dryness, "All we know about you is that you flirt with other people's boyfriends, screech like a wild animal in the middle of lunch, and are for some reason claiming some offense at a rather beaten down girl we [i]do[/i] know."

She advanced and place her hand on her hips. "Frankly, you are not at any sort of advantage here," she smiled her then, that grin on fire as her cold eyes pierced through the shallow terrible girl, "So perhaps you should try to build up evidence and support before ruining everyone's lunch with such a weak case as this." She leaned back on her heels, like she was being playful with a new friend. "Oh, and of course getting suspended for fighting on the first day really isn't ideal~"

"I think I'd do as our wonderfully level-headed friend here says," she gestured to Ezera and Selene [@RBYDark], "And just let sleeping dogs lie for today." The blonde clapped her hands together, tilting her head to the side, "After all, it would be terrible to be the most hated person in the entire school on the very first day, now wouldn't it?" 

Talk about a one-eighty. Perhaps it was because Poetry just couldn't stand seeing people having a rough time or that she just down right disliked the cheddar out of this girl, but she was like fire and ice. The section of the lunchroom they were gathered in had gone quiet to listen to all the dramatics, but a pissed off Poetry wasn't one to get very diplomatic. Not when someone was being down right dipzy. Her eyes were like pale blue spears, slicing through that Mitz-Bit girl. Selene could be good cop, but Poetry was going for bad cop. And even a few seniors could feel a shiver going down their spine as her eyes pressed into the wobbly antagonist.