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[Ember Thistle Grant]

It didn’t take a lot to get Ember seeing red and it took even less to provoke her into throwing a punch or two. She had been behaving pretty well recently and by burying herself in both sides of her work, Ember had managed to keep her cool around other people, but on the other hand, it had also been more than enough to get her anger bubbling deep within her for some time. This boy happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time when she exploded and therefore, he took on the role of human punch bag when she needed it. To say she felt bed would be a lie; Ember firmly believed that she only ever hit those who deserved it, and even when Andrew tried to force her into it, she never apologised either. She was too stubborn for something like that.

“Y’know, most people in your position would’ve learnt to shut up by now.”

[/color] She snarled, her temper flaring again. Most people would’ve stopped talking by now, unless they were begging for her to stop or whimpering as they ran up the corridor. No one really went to college one morning with the hopes of being beaten to the pulp by a leather clad blonde and she certainly didn’t turn up looking for someone to pick on. This time, it just happened to fall nicely into her path when she needed it the most, even if she would get an earful from her brother later if he found out about this from one of his friends who still attended the university with Ember. She chuckled darkly at his confession, slightly amused by how he seemed to think it might change matters here. “Snaps for you, but do you really think I care? All it does is take the fun out of it for me.”[/color] Honestly, she wasn’t used to guys saying something like that, but like she had said; she didn’t care. Over the years, she had seen a fair share of her own punches and a few of them had come from men who had had one too many and who didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer, even if they weren’t even looking her way to begin with. She was like the caped crusader for drunk girls on a night out; only instead of a mask and cape she wore a short skirt and a nose stud.

This guy really didn’t seem to care though that she was pulling his hair and treating him like she would have done when she was a young teenager spending her nights on the streets. Seriously, there hadn’t been a scenario quite like this for some time, but back then she was shorter, scruffier and didn’t have a bike to tear through the city with. Now? Well some things clearly hadn’t changed since back then; like her temper. “Well I’m glad I could be of service then.”[/color] She said sarcastically. Maybe most people would ease off after hearing he had had a terrible week, sit down, comfort him and apologise for the clash on the stairs, but not Ember. She really didn’t care what the hell this guy had or hadn’t done, if his week had been the best or the worst and the sob story he seemed to be attempting in a vague manner passed over her head like just another cloud in the sky.
His question irked her more and her jaw tightened. If he wanted her to let go, then she would. She yanked his hair harder than ever and then shoved him backwards to the wall again. He may not hit her, but she didn’t say anything about not hitting him. A fist formed at her side and she steadied herself, collecting herself together before she threw it at his pretty boy face. “You stand here for much longer and I swear I’ll send you away black and blue and unable to reproduce.”[/color] She warned him, giving him a chance to run away before she snapped once and for all.
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TAGGED! Caleb <3
WORDS! 692
OUTFIT! Never Look Back
LYRICS! Obvious- - - Hey Monday
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[Caleb Sebastien Turner]

He was really going to regret this later. That much just had to be obvious to everyone and their mother. This girl was looking like it really wouldn’t take much to have her flying off the handle and here he was just stoking the flames. He was going to hell that was the end of it. Caleb, looked over that the blonde girl with the temper from hell. He knew he was just digging a bigger hole to be shoved into, he was well aware, but that didn’t stop him from speaking anyway. “You know, you really shouldn’t snarl, it’s very unattractive,” he said conversationally, completely ignoring her words.

He was going to make a trip down the stairs. It was like something he knew without having to be told. And oddly, he was okay with it. It would get him out of having to scream and yell at Ayden to get her to talk to him. And maybe if she saw him all bruised and broken in a hospital somewhere, she’d let her guard down and spill everything. Not that it would be the best time really; he’d be drugged all to hell and back and wouldn’t remember his own damn name let alone the drama Ayden was in right now. “I’m all about taking the fun out of things. Snaps for me, indeed,” he said with a sarcastic sneer. He really didn’t care what she was saying anymore. He wanted to get the hell out of the stairwell, out of the school and go home. He wanted to sit in front of that drawing easel in his room and work on some designs until everything in the world just disappears and then makes sense again; not that that would happen.

Caleb wasn’t looking for someone to feel bad for him. He didn’t want a shoulder to cry on or someone to pity him. He’d been having a damn good day, considering how shit the week had been. It would have been better if he’d actually had a class but it was like a little gift from his professor, so he didn’t really mind that much thinking about it. What he did mind was slipping on the stairs, falling and landing on his ass just to have some psycho blonde from Bitchville topple over him and start reaming into him like her bad day was his fault.

He ignored her words, hoping she’d let go of the death grip she had on his hair. He liked the style and didn’t want to have to book some emergency appointment with Ayden’s stylist to fix it. It was just shaggy enough, no need to have to go and chop it all off. Caleb stumbled back against the wall, when she finally let go. That extra tug on the dark locks hadn’t done anything new, so thankfully, he’d been able to school his features for that. Her next comment brought out the stubborn bastard in him. He wasn’t in the mood to be harassed, he wanted out. “If I stay right here, I’ll get beat by a girl, alright,” he said, agreeably enough and then took a step down to the next stair. “How about here? Does this exempt me?” He was so going to die today.

_{•TAG• Ember!
•WORDS• 566
•LOCATION• University Stairwell
•CLOTHES• Only a Fool Would Do
•LYRICS• I Swear this Time I Mean It//Mayday Parade
•NOTES• Ugh, I'm sorry xD <3}

[Ember Thistle Grant]

Ember didn’t quite know where her temper was rooted. Yes, she hadn’t had the greatest upbringing, but back when she was a child, she had often felt more lonely than mad whenever her mother had left her alone. Then, out of nowhere, she had turned into a rebel who spent more time on the streets than in the rickety apartment which she was sure should’ve been condemned years before they had lived there. Anger and aggression had been a means of survival in the midnight of the city, but it had started as more of a necessity and slowly spiralled until situations very much like this one left her blood boiling, her temper rising and her fist just looking for a nose to break. “I didn’t ask for your fucking opinion.”

[/color] She growled lowly, angrily as she tried to stop her heart from pumping so fast as the adrenaline flew through her veins.

The tiny part of her that cared about her wellbeing and that of this rather irritating kid, was trying to speak over the angry voice screaming in Ember’s head, forcing the blonde to see red before her sapphire eyes. The almost inaudible voice was trying to logically explain that this whole thing had blown way out of proportion and that it was just a simple mistake that could happen to anyone on the busy, bustling campus. It reminded her that she needed to be careful, that her anger and the self-control she was desperately clinging to to stop her kicking the hell out of this arrogant wise guy, could also lead to an impromptu trip in the back of an ambulance for her. Ember ignored that tiny voice though, beyond caring about him or herself. “Are you a parrot too? Repeating what I just said.”[/color] Geez, she was pissed off. So much that she hadn’t even felt the need to walk away herself, which was her usual reaction to someone annoying getting in her way. Though, this wasn’t a usual day and Ember wasn’t in her usual mood.

Oh, this guy knew exactly all the wrong buttons to press to turn the young gunslinger from menacing to deadly. If Andrew caught wind of this, she’d really be in for another lecture and if Zoe heard then she would have a lot of explaining to do. For some reason ‘he pissed me off’ is not a good excuse to beat someone up, according to the two people in question. Ember, right now, wasn’t thinking about what could happen if she didn’t show some restraint and this guy had basically set the ticking time bomb of blonde curls and leather to explode.
His wiseass remark tipped her over the edge and before she could even think about what she was doing, Ember reacted by grabbing the collar of his shirt and spinning him around, smashing him back against the safety railings of the stairwell. It was a miracle neither of them fell down the stairs again, but that was far from Ember’s thoughts as she applied more pressure, almost bending him backwards over the handrail. “Assholes like you should really think before they open their fucking mouths.”[/color] She told him through gritted teeth, rage glinting in her blue eyes as she refused to loosen her grip on his shirt.
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TAGGED! Caleb <3
WORDS! 595
OUTFIT! Never Look Back
LYRICS! Obvious- - - Hey Monday
NOTES!I like how this is just Ember being violent…constantly. <3 <3 <3