[b][u]Jake, & Gabriela Valos, Sylvia Bertoose, Abraham Gene, Vespera Spindel, & Adam Blackmore.[/b][/u] - [i]Leonerdo, Mr Allen J, and True Night collaboration[/i]

Sheesh, it's about time. No slower could Abraham say "fuck off", they had and went done [i]just that.[/i] What were their names? Ben something or another that rhymed with "Hoss" - Bitch Hoss - and some [i]fish bitch[/i]. He didn't get hers. Quite frankly, their names weren't even worth remembering. He rolled his eyes around and cracked open the top of the Sprite can with the tab and guzzled away at the effervescent drink. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't find time to enjoy even that. The subject of ridicule just prior to the passing of the two nobodies had decided that she wanted to [i]step up her game[/i] and use [i]him[/i] as her stepping stone. Oh, [i]hell no.[/i]

He belched out loudly, aiming his head toward the air before facing Vespera as though he were half-asleep and, ultimately, uninterested. "Bitch," he started saying in a mock southern drawl, smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, taking in all the flavor from the remaining soda in his mouth, "that's some mighty big talk for someone who just got their ass burnt by a half-pint."

"I take it you're new here, you and her both." Vespera scoffed. "If that's a burn, I want see some flames. [i]Anyone[/i] can shit talk, few can back it up." She forced a yawn, then she shook her head as if she was startled awake. "Oh wait, looks like she skedaddled." 

Her reassessment of the situation proved to be accurate. This guy was just looking to be taken down a notch. If things continued at this rate she'd be happy to oblige. One way or another she'd get what she wanted out of the situation. 

"You care to take her place?" she hissed. "Or are going to run off too? I'd hope not because everyone else is dreadfully boring." That was her way of a subtle compliment. For now she refrained from any direct insults, but she sure as hell wasn't going to let him show her up. As far as she was concerned they could jump right into a more casual conversation. It ultimately depended on his pride. Of course she was assessing him regardless which path this took. The headstrong ones were the most satisfying to bring to their knees.

Stars and garters, this one's grating. Not in the sense of, "haha, wow, that's annoyingly clever", Abraham was getting irritated by the amount of bottom-feeders that thought they were tough shit and decided that out of all people, it had to be [i]him[/i] they had to pester. Like, he knew a bunch of pisshead try-hards back in Boston. Right around when he won some credibility in those fights (which isn't quite an effective form of measuring time; he made a splash the night he jumped in!), some nobodies wanted a piece of him! One punch and they were out! Just like that! There was something of a deja'vu effect in that regard. Needless to say, she had the [i]audacity[/i] to come in like she was [i]worth[/i] something!

"Yeah, and something tells me you're [i]used[/i] to backing up the shitter, right?" Abe snorted. He set the Sprite down on the floor an stood up straight to his full height, taking two locks of his dreadlocks and pulling back his full head of hair into a ponytail. "Listen cunt, I don't gotta try anything. I [i]know[/i] the difference between a lost cause and someone with a semblence of a [i]possibility[/i] of a chance that they [i]might[/i] know what the fuck they're doing or what the fuck they're talking about."

He gave her a pause for dramatic effect, as well as squinty eyes and a sarcastic smile.

"I ain't gonna be teaching you [i]jack-shit[/i] because I've seen cleverer piles of garbage in a back alley than whatever that piss-smeared, asshole-scented lump of [i]rat poison[/i] mounted upon a limpy ten year old plastic sack of [i]hotdog meat of a body[/i] that [i]you[/i] call a mother fucking [i]face.[/i]"

Given the stretch of the tirade given, he presented a single finger, raised as to suggest that he wasn't finished. He bent over and grasped the Sprite, taking a couple sips of it. After setting it down, let out a refreshed sigh. He looked back at Vespera, appearing thoroughly satisfied and smug as he dusted off his clothes and straightened his shirt.

[i]"...sayeth the raven."[/i] Abe finished slowly. "It'd be a waste of time to tango with a [i]starved[/i] little girl when I've got bigger fish to fry."

There was one more brief moment of silence, broken by Abe as he sniffed, and brushed his nose with his finger as he nodded his head toward nowhere particular, satisfied. "Yeah... that went pretty well. Was waiting to use [i]that[/i] one."

Vespera stared intently at Abe. She was paying less attention to what he was saying, and more to how he was saying it. Everything but the words themselves, because frankly if she started respond to everything he just said, she'd snap his neck before she was halfway through. Were this any other place it could have been over before he lowered his pop. That was actually the part that bugged her the most. That this guy had some nerve to let his guard down so easily before her. [i]Try that anywhere else... see where it gets you.[/i] She silently prompted him. Here in front of all these people, the first one to strike lost. Still, there wasn't as big of a disconnect between his verbal and nonverbal messages as she expected. Which meant he actually meant what he said. To an extent. Even then he was more than likely delusional.

The comment about her face was laughably juvenile, and she didn't restrain herself from letting him know. She threw back her head and cackled, momentarily ignoring him all together. Not something she did often. She rarely took her eyes off a target, but this one was particularly amusing to her. Really anyone that filled their language with profanity out of lack of wit. Here he was doing exactly what she had been talking about. Swinging some rather hefty words around, but in reality flapping his gums with nothing to show for it.

When he finished up Vespera clapped slowly. "Bravo, bravo. That was quite the onslaught." [i]If you were a kiddie.[/i] "I'll have you know I wasn't trying to be clever, and spiel of yours was anything but."

She fluttered her eyelashes at him, clasped her hands together, and titled her head. The note he ended on wasn't half bad sounding. If she was seen as being young and nonthreatening, all the more power to her when something did go down. She had warned him. No reason to follow up with how "big and bad" she was. Such things were determined in the arena. She particularly liked how he seemed to be seeking confirmation on how "creative" his slander was.

"Deary me if you came up with [i]any[/i] of that ahead of time." If that was true then his words had just lost the last ounce of credibility they held. Preparing something like that for somebody he hadn't met was beyond her. Insults should be tailored to their recipients so the had a [i]noticeable[/i] effect. "I'm flattered you chose me to test it on all the same." Vespera added with a smirk.

Abraham leaned back and feigned a yawn - feigning which, that had brought a honest-to-goodness yawn - and was clearly unentertained by Vespera's remarks. Man, this girl (if she could even be called that) wasn't even [i]trying[/i]. She was just lukewarm air coming around to not only waste his time, but to bore him while she's as it. He downed the rest of his soda can and crushed it with ease between his hands, before giving it a practiced backwards toss into a trash can in the corner as though it were a basketball court. He looked back to Vespera with an unimpressed glance.

"If ya ain't gonna try to be clever, you're wasting both our times and I gotta wonder what the point of all this was if not to bore me." He said.

"It's the first day of school, one doesn't need an invitation to make small talk. Or would you have me believe that you were more entertained twiddling your thumbs alone?" Vespera raised her hand and turned away in gesture discrediting any possibility of that. Then she turned towards him and inched a little closer. Her heels gave her a smidge of height over him.

"I'm Vespera, by the way." She allowed a hiatus to let it sink in. They'd be at it long enough that this numb-skull should know who he was dealing with.

"It's awfully vain of you to assume that others are here for your sake. I for one got a kick out of that if you didn't." She leaned forward and made a smooching sound with her lips. "Thanks for being a dear, but if you insist I could always leave you with the likes of them." With her arm she made a sweeping motion encompassing the front of the lounge. It so happened that Sylvia, the one eyed chick from the table the other day and some pretty boy had just walked in. Not that it changed anything.

 A large portion of the populace fell under weak, uninteresting prey. Some of which wouldn't even have a chance to squirm should they find themselves on her bad side. Vespera liked a little struggle, which is why she was taking a chance with this new guy. There were indeed others (she knew of) that could give her a run for her money, though that wouldn't be half as thrilling. She needed a new plaything from time to time, and he might just make the cut.
 
 "Oh please," Abraham drawled, "everyone else here is background, you ain't an exception to that. I'll probably forget about everyone in, say... the morning! New day, another page."
 
 At her sweeping motion, he lazily glanced toward the entrance, looking away from Vespera. The slow, agonizing pace of the pathetic excuse of the "conversation" becoming brain-scratchingly boring and droll. Out he corner of his eye he saw a familiar sight. [i]'What? Naw, naw, can't be.'[/i] He craned his head around even more, now entirely distracted from his "conversational partner", as his attention was caught by a different party. Right around over there, by the entrance. [i]'Are those the Valos kids?'[/i]

"... And then there's Karlie. You guys will [i]love[/i] her! She's just like me!" Sylvia said to her two friends as they, as a trio, walked into the student lounge.

Gabe had her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket. She had her eye closed, and shook her head. "... And yer' actin' like that's a [i]good thing[/i]. One loud fucker is enough for the world." Gabe gave Sylvia a smirk from the side. Continuing her stride. She stopped near the entrance and took a look around... [i]Fuck, can't see that well.[/i] She thought to herself. She nudged Jake with an elbow, and hissed, "Hey, Jakey, ya got [i]four-eyes[/i], take a look around if you can see anyone we know. I wanna have this beach party."

"Haha... Real funny." Jake rolled his eyes at the four-eyes comment. Jake took a look around for Gabe, since apparently she couldn't get Sylvia to look around [i]for[/i] them. He nodded his head and observed. Yup, not a single person they care about in here. There was that emo chick - Jake was honestly surprised she isn't cutting herself right now! - and Abe... [i]Hey, hey, hey, what the fuck?[/i] Jake had to take a double take. He stared at the tall fellow, and got a good look at him. [i]Please god, don't let it be this big stony fucker. ANYONE but him.[/i] Things were starting to add up. Tall, African-American, muscular... Superficial charm as always. Oh boy. Just when Jake thought this school was starting to look [i]alright[/i], they have to take a swing at him and add this [i]tool[/i] to the mix. "Gabe, we're going to want to leave here. [i]Very fast[/i]."

Gabe gave Jake the dryest of all glares. "... Why? We just got here." She wanted to enjoy this lounge. She got an elbow from Jake, who directed her at him. All she had to do is take one look before she saw him. Gabe's expression had turned to a comical fit of anger, and she was almost about to froth at the mouth. "F-f-f-fuck that!" She was just about to turn out and leave.

"... Friend of yours?" Sylvia says with a shit-eating-grin. She had already pulled her guitar out, and strummed it slightly. 

"Worse. He's the biggest jackass we ever met." Jake continued.

"Worse than even [i]Johnny[/i]?" Sylvia asked, laughing quietly.

"Worse, he doesn't even have the heart Johnny has...." Gabe continued. "Last time I saw his bitch-ass, I was [i]this[/i] close to splattering him against the wall."

"Oooooh, nice. Can't wait to meet him." Sylvia sarcastically says.

"... I think it's best that we turn away, and never show up here again...." Jake's eyes widened.

"Agreed." Gabe added.

"Awwwwwww.... Not even dick with him, a [i]little[/i]?" Sylvia gave them puppy eyes. "You all seem to have such a [i]rich[/i] history.... Wouldn't you want to get back at him for all the hell... I guess he gave you?"

"Rather not..." Jake started taking steps towards the exit.

Well talk about a blast from the past.

Jake was always something of a little runt in Abe's eyes who was, quite frankly, eternally astonished by how he has yet to be mistaken for a girl and get gang-banged by a bunch of sex-deprived street thugs. Or maybe he has! It's been a while, after all. By no means was Abe a fan of him or his little magic fingers, but damn, he sure was fun to fuck with. But last time... last time he left on a bad note. What was it, then? Oh, right. The shoes. [i]Jaska.[/i] That little cretin...

He turned about and faced Vespera, giving her an insincere, cheeky smile. "Oh, I'd [[i]looove[/i] to stay and chat, but I've got business. Be a doll for me, dear, and twerk off in the other direction."

Without so much as a warning, he spun around facing towards the lounge's exit and seemingly forgetting [i]all about[/i] Vespera and the painful conversation he just had with her. His strut resembled something of a march as he made a beeline towards the newcomers. Two he recognized. One was a stranger. A hot stranger. Hell yeah.

"Oh, fuck that!" He called out from the other side of the room as Abe pressed on. He didn't look or sound necessarily happy. "Fuck that!"

He took a look at Gabe off to the side and a gleaming white smile stretched from cheek to cheek as he said with a wink, "'eyyy, fuck [i]that[/i]."

It wasn't the smoothest line, of course. He gave up ages ago of the hope of actually getting in [i]her[/i] pants, but he still had to hit on her when given the opportunity. He looked back at Jake as he closed in for the last stretch of distance between them. His face went back to stern and he crossed his arm, and his next swear was less drawn out and more of a statement than anything else. "Fuck that. What're [i]you[/i] doing here, playground bitch?"

Abe closed the distance, still tossing insults and whatnot. Jake closed his eyes and sighed. [i]Some things just never change.[/i] He shook his head. They have to deal with [i]this[/i] jackass now. Well, maybe they'll a little bit of fun. "... You [i]wish[/i], Gene." Jake responded to all those loud and obscene 'Fuck that' comments. He smirked, narrowing his eyes at Abe. 

Gabe shown a complete apathy towards Abe. This guy was not worth her time. That [i]attempt[/i] at a flirt made Gabe close her eyes, and let her tongue flop out like she was disgusted. She reverted back to a more angered expression, furling her brows, narrowing her eyes, and staring him straight in the face. She has had up to here with Abe's shit over the years, and the little incident with Jaska really left her [i]itchin'[/i] to finish was too big of a bitch to finish. Gabe laughed, and spoke to him in a mocking tone, "What are we doing here...? Oh, das' a good question, with an even [i]better[/i] answer. What we're [i]not[/i] doing is pissing our little pantyhose over a shitty shoe we dug outta the donation bin." Gabe wasn't making any attempts [i]not[/i] to antagonize him. Because he came over [i]here[/i] talking his shit.

While Gabe and Jake responded in their own, special ways, Sylvia looked on with a face of pure sadistic glee. This 'Abe' guy sure as hell was loud. Swearing like a ten year old out of sight of his parents. Sylvia, in her two years coming here, seen this kind of guy before. She thought it'd be fun to take him down a peg or two. She blinked, and she activated her sound wave vision. She focused on Abe's voice, and changed it around a [i]little bit[/i]. She changed his voice from deep, and raspy, to very high-pitched. Sylvia had to refrain from laughing - that'd give it away! - because she wanted to see if he'd catch on. She kept that same grin on her face the whole time, unchanging.

"[i]Get real,[/i] Valos." Abe scoffed. Something felt off - strange, even. Something wasn't right. No, no... it couldn't be. He had to be imagining things. His voice wasn't all weird, was it? "Your spine gave out ages ago!"

Both Gabe and Jake started laughing, because Abe just sounded so cute shit-talking at such a high-pitched voice. Not that they took him seriously to begin with.

Here came the moment Vespera was waiting for. The chance to find out [i]something[/i]. It was irritating to have her target walk away without giving her some insight as to their place in the natural order. He even lacked the decency to give her his name. That alone was reason enough for her to slowly make her way over to where she could listen in. She picked a science magazine from a small table laid back in a nearby armchair that wasn't directly facing him. In case he turned around or anyone else cared to challenge her.

Vespera was taken aback by the pipsqueak voice. For once Sylvia was doing something she approved of. It could have been somebody else's doing, but it wasn't likely. She might have laughed to spite him, but she didn't want to draw any attention to herself.

No, something was definitely wrong here. His smug face had contorted into an unimpressed and rather annoyed expression. Okay, firstly, Jake didn't have the balls to stand up to him! Not like that at least. Any attempt at embarrassment would be repaid in full and multiplied by ten! Such was the way of the nuclear theory. But sound was something he didn't recall little magician boy doing. At least, not well. Hips-don't-lie off to the side was just a flashy lightshow. Unfortunately she didn't exactly [i]flash[/i] a whole lot. He looked from Jake and over to Sylvia, overlooking Gabe as irrelevant to the current thought process in his brain at the moment. He finger landed on Sylvia. 

"You..." He murmured snidely. "Bet you think you're being [i]real[/i] fuckin' cute, princess."

"Oooooh, [i]how'd you know[/i]? I never pegged you as the [i]perceptive[/i] type." Sylvia put her hand over her mouth, gasped comically, and widened her eyes. All sarcastically. Maybe she should give Abe [i]some[/i] credence. Usually big old apes like him didn't catch on until it was right in front of them! She wasn't too interested in this back and forth, because, hell, she does this with the likes of Vespera and Valjean all the damn time. [i]Everyone needs a change of pace.[/i] Sylvia thought to herself. "Looks like the jig is up!" She threw her hands up, and let Abe's voice go back to normal.... But, that wasn't the end of it. She wouldn't leave here until this guy was furious, and she has an easy way to do that.

"Oh, you know," Abe started saying, returning the sarcasm, "you just seemed the type to make a lot of [i]fun[/i] noises."

It was something of an art, Abe noted, conjoining banter and flirting.

"Yes, we find her quite adorable, Gene." Gabe added on, shrugging. This wasn't really her thing, honestly, it was just a dick measuring contest. [i]Let's see who can insult the other better, everyone![/i] Pointless. Bullshit. "Look here, I don't really care for all this jawin' going on." Gabe closed her eyes, crossing her arms, "I got betta' things to do than talk shit to you..." She shook her head. "Because, at the end of da day; words are words. They have as much meaning as you want them to." Of course, if Abraham wanted to throw down, then she's all for it. Gabe wanted to see the look on his face when he realizes that she can break stone...

Though, Gabe doesn't have a reason for sticking around here. There wasn't a thing keeping her here. "I'm out." Gabe took steps back towards the exit. "I'm going to go do something better, like go watch paint dry." Gabe was gone, but before she left, she gestured for Sylvia and Jake to come along. 

"Sayonara," Abraham droned monotonically. She had a rockin' body, but the personality of the bastard son between cardboard and sandpaper. His eyes lingered on the door for a moment before the moved back between Jake and Sylvia. When his eyes were on Sylvia for a mere moment, he smirked, and looked back to Jake with his eyes trained on him and unblinking. Sylvia seemed like the sort of "don't really give a shit" kind of gal. Looked great. Had a personality. Aha, yeah! That seems like it would be fun! She wasn't afraid to fuck with him, which would probably get a little annoying... but hell! Let's make it exciting. Gabe wasn't here, so that was one less obstacle.

Well, Sylvia was getting bored, and hell, honestly, all this chatter was going to get old fast. This guy looks fun to screw with, buuuut, Jake might be more fun in this situation. With Gabe gone... now was Sylvia's opportunity to instigate a fight between the two. Just to get some [i]entertainment[/i] out of this. Of course, since it's the first day, once the staff gets involved they're going to flip their shit. Well, that isn't going to be her ass getting spanked...

[i]... Thooooooough, I'm not saying I wouldn't like that prospect.[/i]

Abraham set his hands on his waist and raised his head as he looked at the ceiling. "Well!" He announced. He sounded chipper, uncharacteristically so, given the situation he was currently in with Jake. "This is a little boring. Let's try something different!"

Without so much as a warning, his straight legs dropped down into a crouch-like stance, and his right arm, which was previously set on his waist, was launched forward in a tightly curled fist. No stone or rock, but pure flesh and bone, as his mind was dead on setting Jake straight the old-fashioned way.

"Yo!" Jake shouted loudly. He threw his arm up in an attempt to block, but it still hurt like all hell. It sent him stumbling back a few steps, leaving him trying to regain his balance. Though, he was quick to do so, he used a table as support, and looked up at Abe with his brows furled. He honestly didn't see this coming... Well, it wasn't too much of a surprise that Abe was being a jackass, but attacking him like this (In a crowded room too!)? He didn't know if Abe was just stupid, or trying to prove something... The latter seemed more apparent because he didn't use any stone. Thank. God. That would have snapped his arm clean in half. Still, a punch from a regular old fist nearly knocked him over. Abe was a powerhouse, where Jake was just a pretty-boy. He needed to come up with [i]something[/i] to avoid getting his face smashed in.

Jake's eyes quickly scanned the table. There was a open can of coke left on it. He got an idea actually. He just needed Abe to get close... "What is it, Gene!? Can't get rock-hard for me!?"

"[i]Scary black man![/i]" Taking a few steps back, grabbing onto that guitar she had around her back. She wanted a fight, and hell, she just got one! She wanted to see if ol' Jakey could hold his own (Which she doubted). She [i]could[/i] help him, but this was something that they needed to sort out. Though, if it looked [i]too[/i] bad for Jake, she would step in. The best she could do was shoot him across the room. No way in hell she's going to even [i]try[/i] to take that in a fist fight. [i]Time to spectate![/i] Sylvia smirked, then loudly screamed, "Guys, hold up!" She put up a finger, "Let me provide some fitting fighting music!" Sylvia started madly strumming on her guitar.

Where did Jake even find this chick? Exciting [i]and[/i] plays music? Now they've got common ground. Jake managed to react fast enough, but Abe still felt a firm connection. It was first against forearm. He shook the stinging out of his fist and paced forward to close the distance. "Come on Valos!" He taunted in return. "You can't even fight back!

[i]That's what you think.[/i] Thank God Abe was [i]predictable[/i]. In a swift action, Jake grabbed the can of coke and splashed it directly into Abe's face. That would (hopefully) serve as a distraction! Jake didn't think too hard about this - giant man trying to beat the living daylights out of him tends to cause that - but he threw a punch aimed at Abe's throat hard as he could. 

Abraham was caught by surprise. His face twisted up and winced at the sudden splash of sticky cold soda hit him. As he brought his hand to his face to wipe the shit off, he felt a punch clip his arm and hit his collar bone, there being a milder amount of pain than what Jake was probably hoping for. What the hell! Playing dirty? That was just like Boston! His turf! That little shit doesn't know what's coming to him if he's gonna start playing [i]that[/i] way!

[i]'Wow, that felt [/i]great.[i]'[/i] Jake thought. Just hitting Abe and giving it to him for all that shit he's been dishing out over the years. He wants to do that again! 

Abe took his hands from his face and took advantage of his offset balance and extended arm. Abe right hand came around Jake and tightly grabbed his hair and pulled it back to gain control (though he can't take too much credit; it was more improvised than planned [[i]and not to imply that Jake's hair is "control"[/i]]), and was intending on landing a good solid knee straight to Jake's chest.

[i]'Oh bullshit!'[/i] Jake just got this done before he got here! He only tried thrashing to get out of his grasp, he knew Abe was going to follow it up with a brutal blow. He grabbed onto Abe's hands to try to pry them free... That probably wasn't going to work at all. [i]Fuck it.[/i] He had no choice here. He pulled back hard as he could- and this was going to hurt like hell in the morning -to the point where his hair ripped off his head. Jake screeched a high-pitched wail out of pain. Abe's hands were full of his beautiful hair... and some of that hair had pieces of his scalp at the end. Jake was going to regret this one, oh boy. Abe could win this fight by pulling out a mirror!

Abe was put off-balance from the inertia and staggered to the side as Jake ripped himself free from his grip. There was just a moment of confusion where Abe looked at his hand to see what was there, and found just a patch of the yuppy's hair! What the hell! He seriously didn't expect this grade-A puss to go so far as that! It must have been the fear. He did still find the satisfaction in Jake's wailing

Jake's head stung like hell, and there were some blood dripping off his head... but at least he didn't give Abe the [i]satisfaction[/i] of landing a blow on him! Though he's probably laughing his ass off because his hairdo most likely looks god awful. Still, he had a fight to win (Or lose horribly) here. There was no way in hell he could take Abe directly. He had to come up with something. Jake's eyes quickly scanned the room. Of course, a [i]weapon[/i]! This room was full of them. Jake grabbed the chair, and took [i]many[/i] steps back. Holding the chair, and not letting Abe out of his sight. He was on the defensive here. He needed to assess the situation, and respond accordingly.

Abe continued forward, noting the chair and approaching with care. His eyes were trained on him, and he smirked. Man, he was waiting to kick his ass again for a while! 

"The real world is a scary place! Ain't it, Valos?" He taunted loudly as he neared closer. When Jake took the chair and swung it around to strike Abe with it, he darted in closer and grabbed it by the backrest, using Jake's momentum to help him rip it free from his grasp. Abe swung the chair high over his head and smashed it against the ground on his other side, sending wood chips and pieces of it scattering over the floor. He turned back around and quickly stepped on Jake's foot before pushing him back. With his foot planted, Jake would go nowhere but down. Abraham followed up by dropping to his knees and falling on top of Jake and straddling his chest while his knees were pinning his shoulders. Both of his hands clasped around Jake's neck and were tensing up as his eyes bore into Jake's.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Jake shouted as the whole chair plan fell to pieces (Quite literally!). He took the vicious swing with it he could, shouting, "[i]Have a seat, bitch![/i]" and it ended with him getting disarmed and thrown to the ground. Abe got on top of him, and started trying to [i]strangle[/i] him. Jesus H. Christ. Was Abe trying to [i]kill[/i] him? This guy was a real psychopath. He wasn't going to let it go down like this. Both his hands scrambled around, looking for anything to grab onto, and he clenched something. It was long, wooden... Wait, was it a chair leg? Nice. Maybe that chair might come in handy. Jake quickly swung the chairleg at Abe's head, multiple times. Right now, it was a fight to see who would go down first. Jake would either get choked out, or Abe would get knocked unconscious - But, who knows! It could actually be [i]comedic[/i] if they both took each other out. Of course, it didn't seem like any of the outcomes would occur.

"What the hell is going on in here!?" A stern, mature, voice shouted, accompanied by footsteps. It was none other than Adam Blackmore, hearing all about the commotion going on. The second he stepped into the room, he immediately saw the struggle between Abe and Jake go on. This was simply [i]unacceptable[/i]. He clapped his hands together, and quickly pulled them apart, and a powerful gust of wind separated Jake and Abe from each other. He walked over to them, and gave them the sternest of all looks.

"Oooooooooh, someone's going to get in trouble!" Sylvia says in a faux cheery tone. She stopped playing her guitar the second Adam came in shouting. This was pretty fun to watch. Abe was definitely a powerhouse, but at least Jake didn't get his ass kicked too badly. Sylvia was going to help him if he couldn't get Abe off, though. Sylvia looked at Abe and her eyes curiously peered towards Adam. "I bet you're going to put them over your knee and spank them right now!" She said to Adam, she would have gone for a taunt, but she honestly didn't want to hear him bitch.

Adam looked at Sylvia, and shook his head. Ultimately ignoring her and focusing on his two little brawlers here. "On the very first day, you two are acting like God damn [i]animals[/i]!" He harshly said, he had his teeth clenched. This behavior couldn't be allowed. Especially on the first day. Fortunately, these two volunteered themselves to be the first to be made an example of. "Fights like these are forbidden. You two are going to be spending a very long time in the detention center..." He tipped his glasses, narrowing his eyes at them. "What are you two waiting for? Get up this instant!"