It was fun messing around with weak kids like Casterly. Usually, Dallas found himself laughing and smiling away during the whole event, however...Currently, he felt different. He was strangely frustrated out of nowhere and that started to well up into outright anger. Dallas' happy grin transformed into a disgruntled frown and, as Casterly pleaded and commanded for her headphones, Dallas found himself getting more and more furious as the situation carried on. Dallas wanted to just reach out and strangle Casterly and toss her across the hallway. At this moment he was so upset with her that he contemplated just outright beating her up and adding yet another X to his bag. 

However, as he turned from his locker, fuming as he was, he felt a twinge of another sensation. It was a sort of agonizing despair. It was an emotion that he wasn't exactly familiar with experiencing in this school. He always amp'd himself up to be tough, strong, sturdy and resilient, especially to criticism and apathetic when dealing with the other students here. He made himself not care about them, for them, or about what they did to himself. That was what he trained himself to do over all these years. However, there was a small crack in his fortification and he felt his wall crumbling steadily as a rare spurt of fragile emotions started to well inside him. When Casterly slapped Dallas, in his distraught state, he felt his own eyes seemingly water as, atop being physically assaulted, he felt astoundingly insulted. 

It was when, as he was about to honestly start bawling, he realized what she was doing. 
"You think that's funny, huh!" Dallas exclaimed, yelling loud enough that everyone in the hall would hear. His retreat towards the clubroom was thwarted as Casterly's daring projection of her ability deeply penetrated Dallas' body. The soft, meek, insulted emotions were overpowered by the fury and the anger and evolved into a hateful wrath. As Casterly's own aggravation was seeping into Dallas it melded into his own, doubled in size, and became a very dangerous vexation that made Dallas' own face become a little flushed and his eyes stare, unblinking, at the girl he was moments from pummeling. His anger was so obvious. Especially as he clenched and raised a fist in preparation to strike Casterly. 

But then, as if Casterly had shared the most calming, relaxing emotion in the world, Dallas dropped his fist. He pulled out her headphones, held them out for her to take, before smiling again. His mood completely warped. He went from so angry that he was about to beat up the small framed girl to...Honestly looking happy. "You almost had me," He said, a cocky grin spreading on his face after saying that. "I'll see you later," He'd add, having been slapped hard enough that the print was only just now fading way. He was surprised really and, strangely, in an optimistically pleasant mood now. He as practically prancing away as if Casterly had given him her number or confessed her undying adoration for him. Likely, his huge shift would possibly confuse Casterly. It was a total flip from what he had been only seconds prior. It was as if he realized something and it had to do with her or something else.

Dallas would, at a completely human speed, walk away. He had to get to the meeting and he hardly ever used his powers in a fashion that others would be able to see. It was his pride that not many knew what his ability was and those that were unfortunate to know most likely knew what he was capable of was mostly because of some act of violence he enacted upon some poor, innocent, asking-for-it student. 

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Dallas walked through the halls, out of the main building, and out towards the little secret getaway that was the Dark Clubroom. 
Dallas remembered the first time he'd been here. They were usually fairly selective on who they picked. You had to be a fair mix of strong, smart, and dastardly to be a chosen candidate for the domination of the entire world. Dallas went through many hoops and through various heights in order to become a part of the Dark Clubroom and he's retained his membership for almost a year now. He wasn't the most senior of the members, but he'd been in it for quite a while and, unlike those that were physically older than he was, his powers allowed him formidable might. He wasn't the sort of Dark Clubroom member you'd try making angry or standing against. 

Still, even for a member of Dallas' standing, walking in to see a fight between [i]them[/i] was more than unusual. Of all the things to instigate a fight with...The cat? It was some girl that Dallas couldn't recognize and soon, he probably wouldn't be able to recognize. It was pretty stupid to start a random fight with a veteran member of the Dark Clubroom...Especially if this was your first day. 

"What is this?" Dallas would say, eyeing the girl a moment before looking over at Flint, "Still a dirtbag teacher huh? Bet you barely get around controlling your own arms and legs," Crossing his arms a moment, he waited for the Dark Clubroom instructor to offer a quick snide response. "I guess I can't expect anything else from a teach with a girly power," Dallas would say, walking directly in-between Anita and the cat, brushing passed Jay's desk, and took a seat in the desk for [i]outstanding students[/i]. Because, according to Dallas, there was no more of an outstanding student than the Dark Clubroom's Speedster.