Smackdown On The Green [Tori//open?]

[Bear Keeni]

Damn, it was really cold outside. Every breath I exhaled, a plume of thin white smoke billowed out into the frigid air around me as I strode across the Quad with a purpose, though my strides were uneven. My fists were clenching and unclenching subconsciously, fingernails digging into my palms; dark eyes scanned every face that was in the Quad at the moment. Sage wasn't here, I don't think. I couldn't see him anywhere, but he would be here soon, I knew it. I doubted that Sage Amato would turn down a chance for a fight, especially when he seemed so pissed at me and sounded like he wanted to just bash my whole face in. Ha! I'd love to see him try that. He had quite the hard time getting away from me in the locker room, so I wonder how he'd try to get away from this one.

Once I reached the middle of the Quad, I stood there in my full six-foot-six height, scanning the entire place. You know, what the hell had gotten into Amato? I don't even really remember w-- oh yeah. He wanted to punch me, so I had said, "What're you waiting for?" and he said, "I'm waiting for you to show your face." So here I am, showing my face so he can try to bash it in. Pft, I don't even think he can reach my face; I'm pretty damn tall, you know. Not as tall as that one freak show, but taller than Sage. That's all I needed. Already I had one advantage over Sage, but since he was smaller I bet you he was quicker and more light on his feet. Then again, he's the son of Aphrodite, and love doesn't have anything to do with fighting. Besides, I've been fighting and killing for years, so I was fairly certain that I clearly had a lot more under my belt than he did. Speaking of belt.... my hand reached down and lightly tapped my hip, where underneath my sweatshirt and shirt I could feel the hilt of my beloved serrated knife, the cold blade pressing against my skin. I never got into the habit of carrying it around in a sheath, so I just stuck it between my pants and my hip. Convenient, eh? I thought so.

"Bring it, bitch." I growled to no one in particular, waiting for Sage Amato to show his face.

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[emmalinewilliamson]

“Gah! It’s so cold!” Emmaline whined as she walked out onto the Quad. That was one of the things she missed about home – the warmth. It was always warm where she was back home whereas here at Richmond High it was super freezing in the winter. Yeah, she was a wimp. But at least she was a cute, faerie wimp. Today Emmaline had decided to wear her lilac colored sheer faerie wings. It contrasted awesomefully with her all white attire; her white jeggings, white leotard, white fuzzy high heeled boots, her white beret, and her fluffy white poncho thingy totally stood out even more with her lovely faerie wings. The heater in the art class had broken again, so everyone had been really ubertastically cold in the room. Her paints had frozen at least ten billion times throughout the two hours that she had to work on her artwork. Frozen paints were evil!

Just as she looked up from rearranging her faerie wings on her back, she saw him – Bear. A little shiver of fear ran down from the top of her neck to the base of her spine. If there was ever a person to make her feel a gazillion times colder than she actually was, it was Bear. An eyebrow raised as she noticed him standing in the middle of the Quad. Why was he standing there? Was he silly enough to freeze his butt off when there shouldn’t really be anything all that important that he would have to stand outside for? Timidly she began walking towards him and hoped to the gods or goddesses or whatever was up there in the sky that she wasn’t going to get hurt. When she got within a five foot radius, she looked up and gave him a timid smile. “Hi, Bear. Um, what’s up?” Her poor neck was straining to look up at him. She was so short especially compared to Bear so she would be massaging her neck a lot tonight from just looking at him. “You look cold.”