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Hooo, I expect to be hearing some complaints over Bystander Syndrome.

I did kind of go a little overboard, definitely going to have to tone it back next time.
I see you all know each other.
*cautiously peers inside*

Hi.
Fine by me.
@Great Sogeking@Inertia I asked permission. And the only reason Sophia handed Largent his ass on a platter is because she's quick, took him by surprise, and mostly aimed for the soft squishy parts. Otherwise he would have grabbed the platter out of her hands and beaten her to a pulp with it.
Perhaps some could try to check on them? I would also expect that a few visits to the principals office would be in order, since I assume that fighting in school is somewhat frowned upon in the States.
In truth, Rebeca was only half-listening to Vuduin's words. Even before he had finished speaking, she had ripped the IV needle out of her arm and swung her feet over the edge of the bed. "Mikhail! Maya!" She tried to stand and almost immediately swayed on her feet, pressing a hand to her head as a wave of dizziness washed over her. Gritting her teeth, she stumbled through the door, each step growing more steady and sure. Mihkail! Are you okay?

Oh good, you're awake.


She froze, then turned. There, in the room right next to hers, was Mihkail, sitting beside a bed with a large brown patch glued to the front of his head. On the bed beside him was Maya, a similar patch plastered over her shell. Opening his eyes, the Rhyhorn turned his head slightly and peered at her through the glass pane that separated them. So, what new level of stupidity did you accomplish this time?

Rebeca stared through the glass, then a look sheer, unadulterated joy radiated from her face as she rushed through the door. Her fingers gingerly caressed Maya's shell, almost afraid to touch her. Is she...

Sleeping.


She dropped to her knees, wrapping her arms around her brother's head and pressing her face into his hide. I'm so glad you're both alright! I was so worried!

Mihkail simply pressed his nose into his sister's stomach and thrummed. As was I.
@pockets And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why you don't fuck with Sophia's friends.
Sometimes, the oddest things can go through a person's mind at the strangest times. For Sophia, it was Getting pushed to the ground hurts. She had landed heavily on her shoulder, and had her arm not come up, she would have cracked her head on the floor as well. Both facts came to together to demonstrate her error in judgement: it was obvious that Largent did not care about who he hurt.

She looked up just in time to see Largent punch Richard in the stomach, nearly lifting him clear off the floor by his shirt, and she was in the process of standing up when Richard rammed his head into Largent's nose. Sophia was mildly impressed; she hadn't ever seen him hit someone before. Unfortunately, while his attempt at self-defense did succeed in gaining him freedom, it also had the unfortunate side effect of making Largent even angrier. "Ou biddle shid!"

Largent stood well over a foot taller than Sophia, and probably had a good 20 - 30 pounds on her. For such a big person, he could move awfully quickly when he wanted to. Unfortunately for him, Sophia was faster, and she was quite a bit angrier.

As the bigger boy swung his fist towards Richard's face, Sophia once again interposed herself between them, catching Largent's wrist with her forearm and batting aside his attack. Before he had a chance to react, she struck, jabbing her hand up and catching his throat in the V between her thumb and forefinger. His angry snarl gave way to a choking gurgle, and his eyes bulged as he found his airway temporarily blocked. Not giving his a chance to recover, Sophia seized his shirt and drove her knee straight into his crotch, sending Largent doubling over. Still not finished, she clapped her hands on his ears and yanked down, bringing her knee up to meet his forehead. As Largent stumbled backwards, Sophia spun and drove her foot into his stomach, driving the air from his lungs and toppling him onto his back. Standing over the fallen boy, Sophia waggled her finger at him, as though she was looking at an errant child throwing a tantrum.

Ignoring the stunned silence of the crowd, she turned and helped Richard to his feet, leading him through the parting crowd of bodies. As they put some distance behind them, the weight balance between the pair slowly shifted, until she wasn't so much supporting him as he was supporting her. When they reached a semi-secluded spot, Sophia pulled away and leaned against the wall, clutching at her knee and whimpering as tears pooled in her eyes.

@pockets
When Ricky picked her up and hauled her away, Sophia pouted and proceeded to kick his butt with her heels until he finally put her down. Of course, this only gave her the opportunity to turn around and jump right back on, this time clinging with her arms hugging his shoulders and legs wrapped around his waist, her head cheerfully perched on his shoulder. As they walked away, she glanced behind them, frowning thoughtfully. Awe, I wanted to watch her draw more. A crafty smile formed on her face. I'll just have to catch her again.




Naturally, things simply had to go downhill from there. Third period math was boring, as per usual, and by the time lunch rolled around, Sophia's head was pounding and she was ready eat just about anything, even the cafeteria's "stew surprise", or rather "whatever leftovers they couldn't pawn off to the kids thrown into a pot and boiled overnight". Sometimes detention really sucked when you had to spend it helping out the lunch ladies.

Everything went from bad to worse, once they got to the cafeteria, and Ricky ran into Lardo. Literally. The collision left both of them on the floor, and Lardo's lunch making some rather nice looking art on his shirt. In an instant, Sophia crouched and started running her hands over Ricky, checking him over while neatly interposing herself between the two. The last thing she wanted was a fight before she had something to eat.
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