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"Hey Dollface~ What does pretty face like yours doing here?"
Here we go...
Veronica sat idly on what was left of a bench just inside the school's entrance. From where she sat, she could see and hear the unfolding scene just outside: a female student being confronted by a brutish trio of wannabe men. As usual, she thought, knowing full well that the boys' come-on was all sexual. Oh well. She rolled her eyes. Acting thoroughly uninterested in the altercation, she casually flipped through a textbook.
"Can you be a nice girl and talk?~"
Yup. Veronica nodded her head. She waited for a lash out, but it didn't come. Girl's gotta stand up for herself. Tucked crudely inside the textbook was a letter from the school's Dean. A personal invitation to join a task force to clean up the school's overwhelming gang problem. It was a tempting offer, now that she was reading it over again. But then again, it just meant possibly being on a team with more of the same 'bleh' the was harassing the girl outside. For the time being, Veronica had to fly solo, focus on her own mission if she could.
"Guys would like you much better if you smile more~"
Veronica smiled her own smile. As if. She gently closed her book, the letter still folded within. Maintaining disinterest, she pulled up from the bench, turning on her feet at the same time, and began the short walk to her locker. Occupying herself at her locker with mundane practices, she waited for the girl and the gang to pass by.
First came the girl... who walked into the nearby main office. So she's one of the others. Veronica knew from the letter that the task force members were to report directly to the Dean. Next, the gang passed by. Two of them continued down the hall, while the other, who had done most of the talking, stayed behind. "Unfinished business," he called to his buddies as he staked out by the office.
Taking cue, Veronica finished with her tasks and made her way down the hallway, flinging a shield over her back. You'll be sorry, she thought of the remaining boy. She'd deal with him when it wouldn't cause a scene. Coming around a corner in the hall, she found the other two thirds of the trio. Her first mark became appropriately clear as the other lackey turned back in her direction. As he walked her way, she ducked back around the corner out of his sight and positioned herself.
Her right foot twitched slightly on the whim of a magnetic pull. It shook eagerly as Veronica held it back. "Not yet," she whispered. Not yet... not yet... NOW. Thrown by a combination of magnetic force Veronica's own strength, the foot flew up in a vicious kick that caught the underside of the boy's chin. He lifted off the ground and tossed back a short distance as a hard, metal boot toe connected with his jaw. In landing he fell, mostly out of shock at a sneak attack. Clenching his bruised chin, he slid away as Veronica rounded the corner... she was smiling.
"What's the matter?" she said. "I heard you and your friends liked girls that smiled." She sauntered toward the boy, her smile fading with each step. She removed her shield, which then floated in front of her before pummeling, facefirst, into the boy’s knees. The sound of metal against bone was drowned by a painful howl.
As the shield returned to its owner, the boy, shuddering, began crawling away from Veronica. “Never,” she said, “talk to a lady like you did back there.” She stomped forward a step. “Never,” she continued, stepping forward again, “let your friends talk to a lady like that… Got it?” the boy, tearing as he crawled, gave a defeated nod, and started to crawl even faster.
Half satisfied she turned about, and walked back down the other hallay. “That takes care of Lefty. Now to pay Righty a visit.”
"Hey Dollface~ What does pretty face like yours doing here?"
Here we go...
Veronica sat idly on what was left of a bench just inside the school's entrance. From where she sat, she could see and hear the unfolding scene just outside: a female student being confronted by a brutish trio of wannabe men. As usual, she thought, knowing full well that the boys' come-on was all sexual. Oh well. She rolled her eyes. Acting thoroughly uninterested in the altercation, she casually flipped through a textbook.
"Can you be a nice girl and talk?~"
Yup. Veronica nodded her head. She waited for a lash out, but it didn't come. Girl's gotta stand up for herself. Tucked crudely inside the textbook was a letter from the school's Dean. A personal invitation to join a task force to clean up the school's overwhelming gang problem. It was a tempting offer, now that she was reading it over again. But then again, it just meant possibly being on a team with more of the same 'bleh' the was harassing the girl outside. For the time being, Veronica had to fly solo, focus on her own mission if she could.
"Guys would like you much better if you smile more~"
Veronica smiled her own smile. As if. She gently closed her book, the letter still folded within. Maintaining disinterest, she pulled up from the bench, turning on her feet at the same time, and began the short walk to her locker. Occupying herself at her locker with mundane practices, she waited for the girl and the gang to pass by.
First came the girl... who walked into the nearby main office. So she's one of the others. Veronica knew from the letter that the task force members were to report directly to the Dean. Next, the gang passed by. Two of them continued down the hall, while the other, who had done most of the talking, stayed behind. "Unfinished business," he called to his buddies as he staked out by the office.
Taking cue, Veronica finished with her tasks and made her way down the hallway, flinging a shield over her back. You'll be sorry, she thought of the remaining boy. She'd deal with him when it wouldn't cause a scene. Coming around a corner in the hall, she found the other two thirds of the trio. Her first mark became appropriately clear as the other lackey turned back in her direction. As he walked her way, she ducked back around the corner out of his sight and positioned herself.
Her right foot twitched slightly on the whim of a magnetic pull. It shook eagerly as Veronica held it back. "Not yet," she whispered. Not yet... not yet... NOW. Thrown by a combination of magnetic force Veronica's own strength, the foot flew up in a vicious kick that caught the underside of the boy's chin. He lifted off the ground and tossed back a short distance as a hard, metal boot toe connected with his jaw. In landing he fell, mostly out of shock at a sneak attack. Clenching his bruised chin, he slid away as Veronica rounded the corner... she was smiling.
"What's the matter?" she said. "I heard you and your friends liked girls that smiled." She sauntered toward the boy, her smile fading with each step. She removed her shield, which then floated in front of her before pummeling, facefirst, into the boy’s knees. The sound of metal against bone was drowned by a painful howl.
As the shield returned to its owner, the boy, shuddering, began crawling away from Veronica. “Never,” she said, “talk to a lady like you did back there.” She stomped forward a step. “Never,” she continued, stepping forward again, “let your friends talk to a lady like that… Got it?” the boy, tearing as he crawled, gave a defeated nod, and started to crawl even faster.
Half satisfied she turned about, and walked back down the other hallay. “That takes care of Lefty. Now to pay Righty a visit.”
