[h1][center][color=crimson] Diana Schwarzwald [/color][/center][/h1]

[center] [b][i]9:15 AM[/i][/b] 

Literally a "Stick In The Mud"....or rather "Stick In The Concrete?"[/center]

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As it were, Diana was shocked back to reality to a certain extent when a sudden wall of darkness appeared between herself and the ice girl. And it seemed to have popped up at quite the opportune time as well. Diana had been just barely unleashing a jet of flame towards Kris' face, whilst the ice queen on the potential receiving end had coated herself in ice and attempted to punch her. However, both attacks had hit the barrier without connecting to their intended targets, audibly in fact, a thing that highlighted just how much this fight was going to cause things to go to...er "shit" as it were. The whole thing made her pause, as if suddenly but calmly running out of steam for what she had been wanting to do to this other girl. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the black-hoodie wearing girl standing here, focused on the situation, bottom lip bleeding, but also...hmmm, that look in her eyes was familiar though. 

She didn't resist when Mr. Manilow, at the hoodie-wearing girl's shout, had come running over to break the fire and ice users up, sitting them in different spots with feet trapped in earth as hard as concrete. Heh. It was kinda like those "time outs" her mother had given her for doing something bad when she was very little, kinda nostalgic despite the circumstances really. However, she had also noticed Mr. Manilow's troubling episode as well prior to being drug over by him, suddenly falling on his face as if in a trance, before getting up suddenly and quickly to come over and grab herself and Kris. That was....that was not like the Mr. Manilow she knew from these last three months, not at all actually when it came to his physical and athletic ability. A little ice or something wouldn't slip him up, so...mmmm. 

At least her and that ice prick had been separated. She could hear odd sounds from the other side, but...for the time being closed her eyes, cupped her hands facing each other rather than putting them together, and began to focus on her breathing. In and out. In and out. It would be better to calm down now, at least for her sake, though the ramifications of what had just happened were still to come. As calm as she had been able to make herself look, this new girl and jerk of all jerks had pushed her buttons in the wrong ways today out of the blue. It honestly made her a bit frustrated at herself for letting it get to her head, and yet.....well, that other girl had no rights to be calling out everyone on any mistake and act like she was the queen bitch of the school on what Diana guessed was her first day. 

Ugh. But at least the fight hadn't continued. Not that one side or the other would have lost or won, but she had the feeling herself and that ice girl would have both been in the infirmary sooner than later had that girl and Mr. Manilow not stepped in. 

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[h1][center][color=gold] Leanne Hillcrest [/color][/center][/h1]

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[b][center][i]9:15 A.M.

"Acting As A Human Handkerchief"[/i][/center][/b]

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She had in part wanted to escape this situation with Eir, maybe just to skip the next class and get away from the prying eyes of the others, and especially those who had seen her....well, use her element around them for the first time. She didn't know how everyone thought about her element, not at all. But now that prick new girl, and anyone else who hadn't see that element of hers before, knew. It was unnerving, not enough to make her want to hide forever, but was enough of a stress to make her want to go cool down in private and potentially with a friend just to make sure her head was level so she could handle potential negative reactions later. Partly emotionally-charged, though, she had at least been able to focus that energy well enough separate the two potential fighters before their first blows could truly land. It had been a great relief, but not enough to assuage everything she had been feeling at the moment. 

But, as fate would perhaps have it, Mr. Manilow told her to stay behind, his voice rougher and harsher than usual. However, as the man pulled her aside alone on the now eerily quiet track field, he seemed to start looking her over. As if...he was looking for injuries, actually, though she kept her bottom lip tucked in a bit to avoid spitting blood on the gym teacher. She looked him over in return as well, seeing his hand clenching, the seeming struggle to control his breathing....this didn't seem to be the usual composed nature she had seen in him in the past three months. 

Beyond that, she had seen a rather strange thing in general, Mr. Manilow falling on his face on his way over....but seeming to pause for a moment, as if in a trace in his face-down position in the dirt, before getting back up and going about things in this more emotional state. 

As the grown man met her gaze briefly, Leanne looked back into his eyes as well. Yet in doing this the teenage girl felt like Mr. Manilow's eyes looked as if he had seen a ghost, potentially, or had maybe woken up from some terrible nightmare of some kind, or had just seen someone die in front of his eyes or something. Feelings crept back up nauseatingly into her bowels and guts, a chill temporarily running up her spine, and the phantom feeling of tightening around her threat from the fear, all as Leanne got the inexplicable the feeling that...maybe her element, or the use of her power, really....like she had caused this to him somehow. This being inspected, pulled over alone after the incident when she wasn't one of the combatants, not being asked about the fight or such, it was all too strong of an indicator that she was somehow involved with this, with what had just happened to this man that seemed to shine glaringly at her from his eyes.  

Then as the man bowed his head into his hands and then began to......well, literally sob, right there in front of her and still on one knee, the girl felt a compulsion to do something about it. Not saying a word, not knowing the best course of action, not knowing at all what was going on inside Mr. Manilow's head, Leanne moved just slightly forwards, wrapping her arms around Jordan Manilow's head in a hug. Indeed, she let him cry into her hoodie, to let it all out, as that was all she could think to do right now. But she could at least understanding...well, just needing to cry. She didn't cry all the time, though, but back home there had been enough times she had wanted to or had in the past. Especially when she was even younger.