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Dallas will bond with everyone by some major Jay face stomping.
"These losers" he says," Kicking his feet up on his desk and leaning back in the special desk, Dallas looked over at Jay. Dallas was leaning back, his head resting on his arms, as he looked the kid over, "What is your power? To be stupid? No snotnosed kid like you could even comprehend this Club's goal. Not only did you start a fight with a senior member, and fail, but you obviously don't know anything about everything. No way a brat like you could manage ruling over anything but a watered down anthill, idiot," Dallas was quick to comment on Jay's whining. Dallas felt the brat should feel insulted. He was a joke. There was no way someone like this kid should even be here. He was probably lost just like the other girl.
"I hope I'm not the guy that will have to help such a pathetic mess like you how to act in this club. Especially if you are really brave enough to insult half of your teammates without any care. You are just a large pile of expendable fodder, if I do say so myself," Dallas continued on, just as usual. He was always the sort of guy that was quick to insult and hard to impress. Hopefully Jay wasn't the sensitive sort, else having someone like Dallas around would be a constant pile of hurtfeelings.
"Ey Flint, what's with these lamewads?" Dallas would ask, shifting to an almost appropriate sitting position, leaning his face in his palm and his elbow on his desk, "Who's recruiting weak ass pansies?"
"I hope I'm not the guy that will have to help such a pathetic mess like you how to act in this club. Especially if you are really brave enough to insult half of your teammates without any care. You are just a large pile of expendable fodder, if I do say so myself," Dallas continued on, just as usual. He was always the sort of guy that was quick to insult and hard to impress. Hopefully Jay wasn't the sensitive sort, else having someone like Dallas around would be a constant pile of hurtfeelings.
"Ey Flint, what's with these lamewads?" Dallas would ask, shifting to an almost appropriate sitting position, leaning his face in his palm and his elbow on his desk, "Who's recruiting weak ass pansies?"
I wonder what Dallas' rating is :0
EDIT: Lol 2
EDIT: Lol 2
It's 9 am here.
You are sooooo far away.
You are sooooo far away.
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.
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 them 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 outstanding students. Because, according to Dallas, there was no more of an outstanding student than the Dark Clubroom's Speedster.
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.
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 them 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 outstanding students. Because, according to Dallas, there was no more of an outstanding student than the Dark Clubroom's Speedster.
I edited.
Lol you respond fast.
Lol you respond fast.
Well, Dallas has only attended NFA for a year.
But, heck yeah. He loves to bully others. Whether it be someone from Counter of DC he does not discriminate.
Though, just one thing to know, is that Dallas isn't exactly aligned with Counter, even though he is on their side. Like, he doesn't see any of them as his allies and would destroy them should they get in the way of his ultimate mission to dismantle DC.
But, heck yeah. He loves to bully others. Whether it be someone from Counter of DC he does not discriminate.
Though, just one thing to know, is that Dallas isn't exactly aligned with Counter, even though he is on their side. Like, he doesn't see any of them as his allies and would destroy them should they get in the way of his ultimate mission to dismantle DC.
And I posted.
Only posted to Casterly though :0
I feel I haven't completely showed just how tool-like Dallas is though.
Only posted to Casterly though :0
I feel I haven't completely showed just how tool-like Dallas is though.
"31...24....12" A voice would say aloud, having seemingly materialized out of nothing directly behind Casterly. He repeated the numbers fairly loudly even. She would have felt a slight rush of wind and feel the eerily sensation of someone staring directly at her intensely. If she would turn around she would see just who it was that was standing ever-so-close to the young teen. He had brightly colored, seemingly glowing aqua blue eyes and had soft-as-silk mid-length black hair that looked a little gray in the bright light of this typical, high-school hallway. He was taller than her, despite being two years younger, and even with his button up dress shirt and loose jeans he looked as if he were quite a bit stronger than she was physically. Though, when it came to powers in this school, physique was hardly a hint as to just how strong someone was. Though, this boy was hardly just all show and no bite. Oh no. He had a slight reputation for being a little more than forceful and rough at this academy.
The boy hooked one of her earbuds out and, snatching them quickly, aimed to rip them right out of her media player. He was fast. In fact, his quickness was almost difficult to keep up with, even with Casterly being barely a foot away from him. He wasn't one that typically, or really even rarely, utilized his powers out in the open. It was an advantage he had that he was quick enough to get around without anyone even realizing what exactly was going on. That's how, despite having seemingly wrapped directly behind Casterly, no one paid him any mind. To the students here at NFA, he was too fast for their puny normie brains to keep up with or to even bother questioning where he came from.
"What kinda of genius says their locker combination outloud?" The boy, who Casterly may even know to referr as Dallas, would be twirling her headphones around. If she went to grab them back from him he'd snatch them away, quick and out or reach, and would take a half step back to continue twirling them around. He wasn't going to let her get her headphones back all that easily and, if she'd been here at least a year, she'd know that he was more than a little bit of trouble. It was unfortunate for Casterly that her locker was right beside his own and, just as unlucky, she'd been swapping out her books the moment he'd been coming to pick up his own bag. Dallas actually felt it was pretty fortunate for him, as he was going to have a little bit of fun with a air-headed noob like Casterly Kingston.
Pocketing her headphones, which he'd certainly do with his usual swiftness, Dallas would slam a hand on his own locker as he kept his deep, penetrating brightly colored eyes on the senior girl, "I was wondering," He'd start, about to say something as characteristically tool-like as he ordinarily did, "What's it like to be a country bumpkin? I always figured it'd be hard," He said, openly teasing. Dallas was a jerk. He always was a jerk. Casterly would have known he was going to be a jerk before he even opened his mouth to say anything. Likely, if Casterly did know about the two greatest secrets of this school she would have never been surprised at which side Dallas was on. "Oh-Don't think about it too hard, I don't want you to hurt your brain or nothin'," He'd laugh, beaming at what he felt like was a the smartest comment in the world, "You should drop out this school before you get yourself hurt," He'd begin turning his own locker knob, about to open his locker. If Casterly watched, she'd see that he turned the knob so fast that the numbers would have appeared a blur.
With a pop the locker would open and trash, a pair of black socks, crumpled up papers, and a backpack would all fall out. Dallas caught the backpack and slammed the locker shut again, not wanting the rest of the messy, disorganized catastrophe that was his locker to spill out anymore than it already had. Dallas had a simple, all black backpack that had neon blue straps with red Xs that were littered all over it. Casterly would know this, but each X represented one of the students that Dallas beat up in the single year that he'd been in attendance here...There was at least 17 all over the bag.
"Try not to get lost again. You aren't in the middle of the woods, you know," Laughing again at his own joke, Dallas planned to just leave her, just like that. He was the sort of arrogant guy that wouldn't have taken anything she said to heart and, because he did have some place to be, which he was already late, he was going to have to head out without the opportunity to enjoy more teasing at her expense. He couldn't mess around too long and, even if she tossed back an insult or a demand or, all the better, outright ignored him all together he'd have to be going soon. However, which most likely would be to Casterly's greatest frustration, Dallas was about to leave with her headphones in his pocket. Honestly, he'd forgotten about them. Likely, though, Casterly had not.
The boy hooked one of her earbuds out and, snatching them quickly, aimed to rip them right out of her media player. He was fast. In fact, his quickness was almost difficult to keep up with, even with Casterly being barely a foot away from him. He wasn't one that typically, or really even rarely, utilized his powers out in the open. It was an advantage he had that he was quick enough to get around without anyone even realizing what exactly was going on. That's how, despite having seemingly wrapped directly behind Casterly, no one paid him any mind. To the students here at NFA, he was too fast for their puny normie brains to keep up with or to even bother questioning where he came from.
"What kinda of genius says their locker combination outloud?" The boy, who Casterly may even know to referr as Dallas, would be twirling her headphones around. If she went to grab them back from him he'd snatch them away, quick and out or reach, and would take a half step back to continue twirling them around. He wasn't going to let her get her headphones back all that easily and, if she'd been here at least a year, she'd know that he was more than a little bit of trouble. It was unfortunate for Casterly that her locker was right beside his own and, just as unlucky, she'd been swapping out her books the moment he'd been coming to pick up his own bag. Dallas actually felt it was pretty fortunate for him, as he was going to have a little bit of fun with a air-headed noob like Casterly Kingston.
Pocketing her headphones, which he'd certainly do with his usual swiftness, Dallas would slam a hand on his own locker as he kept his deep, penetrating brightly colored eyes on the senior girl, "I was wondering," He'd start, about to say something as characteristically tool-like as he ordinarily did, "What's it like to be a country bumpkin? I always figured it'd be hard," He said, openly teasing. Dallas was a jerk. He always was a jerk. Casterly would have known he was going to be a jerk before he even opened his mouth to say anything. Likely, if Casterly did know about the two greatest secrets of this school she would have never been surprised at which side Dallas was on. "Oh-Don't think about it too hard, I don't want you to hurt your brain or nothin'," He'd laugh, beaming at what he felt like was a the smartest comment in the world, "You should drop out this school before you get yourself hurt," He'd begin turning his own locker knob, about to open his locker. If Casterly watched, she'd see that he turned the knob so fast that the numbers would have appeared a blur.
With a pop the locker would open and trash, a pair of black socks, crumpled up papers, and a backpack would all fall out. Dallas caught the backpack and slammed the locker shut again, not wanting the rest of the messy, disorganized catastrophe that was his locker to spill out anymore than it already had. Dallas had a simple, all black backpack that had neon blue straps with red Xs that were littered all over it. Casterly would know this, but each X represented one of the students that Dallas beat up in the single year that he'd been in attendance here...There was at least 17 all over the bag.
"Try not to get lost again. You aren't in the middle of the woods, you know," Laughing again at his own joke, Dallas planned to just leave her, just like that. He was the sort of arrogant guy that wouldn't have taken anything she said to heart and, because he did have some place to be, which he was already late, he was going to have to head out without the opportunity to enjoy more teasing at her expense. He couldn't mess around too long and, even if she tossed back an insult or a demand or, all the better, outright ignored him all together he'd have to be going soon. However, which most likely would be to Casterly's greatest frustration, Dallas was about to leave with her headphones in his pocket. Honestly, he'd forgotten about them. Likely, though, Casterly had not.
I just realized there are character's named "Dallas" and "Houston". Haha.
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