TURN IT DOWN! (open)

[Jax]

"YOU CAN'T STOP US LET THEM TRY! FOR HEAVY METAL WE WILL DIE!"

The room shook with the sound of metal, music at such volumes that those in the room would not longer hear it for at this close distance you didn't hear it... you felt it as it vibrated your bones, perhaps your soul, as you pulsed to the music. Your heart pounding to the beat. There was only one person in the room enjoying this sensation and he tilted his head as he looked at his new look. He had recently been through a bit of a change... but just because someone had left the school had NOTHING to do with his decision to change he look up a bit. Nope he certainly wasn't doing that thing. That would be a bit on the crazy side after all. Instead he was working on his look because... because...

"because I #&*@ing feel like it is all"

That is what he said... granted he couldn't hear his own words but he knew he said them... at least he was fairly sure. Not dwelling on this he peered at the reflection in the full length mirror he had 'borrowed' from one of the higher tier rooms a while back. It had a large crack and some smaller cracks radiating from a point on the middle of the mirror and coincidentally his hand had a few new scars on it from a couple weeks ago. Purely coincidental again. But despite the damage to the mirror his new self was easily seen. He had kept most of his piercing but taken out the face chains, and his mohawk had mutated. Where yesterday it was one massive one it was now three three inch long ones spaced out on his head. This... Trihawk as he called it was oddly a more... mature look he thought while not taken away his signature look. He tried smiling at his reflection as the mirror pulsed to the music and then went back to his frown as he looked in the mirror wearing only a pair of tattered blue jeans. and various piercings in his face and ears. Nodded at the look he turned away and plopped on the bed ignoring the bottles of green dye and hair clippings on the floor. He could pick them up later.

Pulling out his chair he pulled out his work book and figured he might as well do some of his homework so the teacher wouldn't excrete rectangular building materials tomorrow.

[Anya]

What...on earth...was that ungodly noise?! For the first time since she'd lost her demonic abilities, Anya was actually almost grateful that she was mortal now - surely if she'd had her enhanced demonic hearing, her ears would quite literally have been bleeding by this point. Even with perfectly human ears, the horrible screeching coming from down the hall was too much to handle. Was this what these people called music? How could anyone in their right mind enjoy this; she could barely hear herself think - and she was in her own dorm, with the door tightly closed!

She hadn't wanted to get involved. More human interaction than was absolutely necessary was the last thing she wanted, actually. In hope that someone in the dorm building would go try to reason with whoever it was who was blasting that noise, Anya had attempted to ignore it. But if anyone had tried a confrontation, it...clearly hadn't worked. If it didn't stop soon, the ex-demon was certain that she was going to go absolutely insane - she couldn't take this any longer. Gritting her teeth, she snapped the book she'd been attempting to study from shut, hopped off her bed, and yanked open her dorm room door. The noise was...even more unbearable in the hall. Anya actually winced slightly as she stormed down the hallway in the direction that the 'music' was coming from, pinpointing the room that held the culprit and marching determinedly up to the door.

At this point, Anya was really too irritated - and had too much of a headache - to think clearly. Maybe that explained why she actually knocked on the door, albeit rather violently, before realizing that the obnoxious noise coming from inside likely drowned out all other noise. Anyone else might have hesitated - might have wondered just what kind of person might be behind this door, and whether or not it was a particularly good idea to disturb them - but quite frankly, Anya didn't give a damn about any of the disgusting humans that inhabited this school...let alone how 'frightening' they pretended to be. So without further ado, she proceeded to actually....force the door open. Slamming it angrily back against the wall, she stood in the doorway and glared icily into the room.

...Or...tried to glare. Because as soon as the volume of the music hit her full force, she was practically blown off her feet - it was almost enough to make her want to slam the door shut again and run far, far away. God, this was enough to make a person go deaf - who would...? The question died in her thoughts as her gaze locked on the culprit. Ugh. She should have known. It was that...kid. She didn't know his name, and he seemed to have revamped his look a little, but she knew him all the same - he was sort of difficult to miss around campus. Even better, it was probable that the music had drowned out the noise of the door slamming against the wall, too. Undeterred, Anya collected herself, grimaced, and made her way into his room...reaching forward and poking at his shoulder sharply to get his attention.

"TURN. IT. DOWN." she very clearly mouthed the words. No point in shouting, she figured - she'd just be wasting her energy because at this point there was no way he was going to hear her.

[Jax]

Not surprising at all Jax had had no idea that someone had knocked on his door. The door was vibrating enough on it's own even he had had his hand on the door he would not have been able to tell. He hadn't noticed when the door opened because he was bent over his desk trying to recall what the chemical formula for Copper Oxide looked like for his advanced chemistry class. He did noticed someone was in the room when the light from the light on his ceiling hit something casting a shadow on his work and he certainly felt it when the person poked a sharp finger nail into his bare shoulder. He span around going from displaying the tattoos on his back which included the word 'Defiance' in gothic script over fire on the back of his neck to the beginning of a scene of a clockwork spine being built on his back which was being incorporated into his actually spine bumps. His chest which he revealed as he turned revealed a steam punk heart over his actual heart which had been inked in such a way it looked like the skin had been peeled back revealing the heart. Wires ran under the 'skin' of him to various places where they poked up. It was a work in progress but it was a large beginning. This all over a well shaped body caused by years of working with metal at an early age made most people pause when they saw him. He looked in the face of the woman before him and reaching out for a remote on his desk pointed it at a sound system and punched a button turning the music down to the level where sound was almost audible in the room. He glared angerly at the woman before him and shouted over the music.

"Ya canna barge inta ma &*@!@ing room and accuse ma of doing THAT ta a clown!"

... Jax wasn't the best at reading lips sometimes when he was distracted. He glared at her then glared over her shoulder at someone in the doorway.

"And what da YA want? Take a &@*!ing picture it will last longer."

[arachnidsGrip]

TRYING to sleep was none other than Vriska Serket, a transfer from the planet Alternia and it WAS NOT going well! These...bed...things were difficult to sleep in and on top of that someone was being an Earth horse's noisy butt hole, THE ABSOLUTE NOISIEST and it was getting under her nerves. This was SO MUCH WORSE than dealing with Karkat and his obnoxious yelling or Terezi's meddling! Tossing off her blanket coated in eight spiders, she didn't care that right now she was wearing her pajamas which were pretty much a tank top with the m-like symbol for the astrological symbol: Scorpio and a pair of pajama pants that had an eight ball on the left side of her hip and the rest of it being covered in white words of all eight answers one could get out of that stupid thing. Even though part of her was tempted to grab something and bash the loser's head in but...the Principal Slade guy would have her dealt with and had to behave. So it was just going to resort to mind games and all that good stuff. Thankfully, she was stronger than most humans and could definitely overpower some `knuckle head` as one of the hall monitors would put it.

Then there was her ability of putting humans out like a light so if messing with the idiot's psychological stability proved to be boring...there was always that. Putting on her glasses with a strange lens over her eye with seven pupils, with was pitch black and had a few red dots, all to help with her vision eight fold which would allow her a little more than an edge advantage. Putting on a pair of house slippers which seemed to closely resemble her shoes, except fluffier, she opened up the door and slammed it shut behind her. By the time she got out of the room and to the next one, Vriska Serket crossed her arms over her chest and stood just a bit behind the other girl who was rumored to also be a bit of a bitch, much like herself. Play all the right cards and she could have herself a little posse! Though she was merely 3 sweeps old, 13 in Earth years, for some odd reason she looked more along the lines of 16. Didn't make a lick of sense to her but whatever, she wasn't covering up her strange horns which had one looking like a stinger and the other a claw or pair of spider fangs.

"Woooooooow, I didn't think a single human gru8 could 8e in such a rush to gain soooooooo many enemies 8y aggrav8ing everyone else under the same hive roof! You should 8e glad the hall monitor losers are 8usy with 8igger pro8lems than your attempt at 8eing re8ellious. 8y the way........have you heard of headphones? It could really help you keep your privacy of human gru8s, or myself, from 8arging into your room like this." Moving her hand up for a moment to flip her her pitch black hair back over her shoulder. "Hey, and here's a thought! Why don't you put on a shirt? You're in a pu8lic dorm with 8oth males and females after all, not the Earth animal containment center human gru8s call a zoo."

Despite all of her teeth being quite sharp, the pair of canine equivalents stuck out at the corners of her mouth. ....something was a little strange about these two...she couldn't put her finger on it...but maybe it was from something in the conversation she had with the version of herself claiming to be in the `alpha timeline`...but for now she was far too annoyed to be bothered with timeline nonsense! This HIVE was pretty much her new hive even if she should have been bumped up a dorm class....her blood was ranked mid-tier and here she was among the equivalent of low-bloods which...was a little stupid to say the least but whatever. She'd eventually raise her ranks and get the hell out of here.

(TYPING QUIRK IS TIED IN WITH HER SPEECH! Keep in mind she's speaking English I'm just trolling with her dialog cause IT FEELS SO RIGHT.)

[Anya]

So the music was still blasting at a ridiculously loud volume, but at least he'd turned it down to the point where speech was actually audible. That was a start. Anya drew a breath, getting ready to berate him further, but he spoke up before she could get a word out. ...What about clowns? It was actually enough to catch her off-guard, and for a moment she just sort of stared at him with a blank 'are you serious?' expression painted across her face. This was exactly why she made it a point not to deal with humans. Disapproving frown still firmly in place, she shot back, "No, I said, turn the music--"

She never finished, however, before she was quite abruptly distracted by the presence of someone else at the door. Half expecting it to be one of this human's equally loud-music-appreciating friends, and half hoping that it was some figure of authority finally coming to put an end to this nonsense, Anya was mildly surprised to find that it was neither. Instead it was a girl who was...well, Anya wasn't really sure - she wasn't human, though, and that was automatically an improvement. Maybe a demon of some sort? But then, it didn't make much sense for them to be letting demons into a wonderful establishment such as this. Whatever; it didn't really matter because Anya didn't dwell on it for too long anyway - she was too busy listening to the girl's snarky ranting.

Anyone else (well, anyone who didn't know Vriska) might have actually been surprised to hear such sharp words coming out of the mouth of one of their fellow high school students, but Anya just blinked. Well, that had been...completely unfiltered. Not that 'unfiltered' bothered her much; that would've just been hypocritical. With a slight shrug she turned back to the boy with the spiky green hair and narrowed her eyes again. "She's right. Humans are very sensitive about the whole clothing thing. Cover up those tattoos before someone makes some stereotypical judgment about you being criminal and hauls you off too..." She paused in her rather blunt statement. What was the word? Oh, right. "....jail." Alright, so...sensitivity was something that the ex-demon really needed to work on. Not that she was going to - that would require actually caring about what anyone else thought of her.

....And this was just getting ridiculous. Her patience quickly wearing thin, Anya heaved a frustrated sigh and stormed over to the sound system. Half a moment of her staring at it blankly followed - she really wasn't good at this whole 'technology' thing - but the dial with the numbers looked promising. Willing to take the risk of the boy behind her throwing something heavy at her head, she reached out and turned the music down so that the room was almost...quiet. "God. Now I can actually hear myself think." the ex-demon grumbled, rubbing at her temples for a moment in an attempt to ease the pain of her throbbing headache. This was so stupid. Demons never got headaches - in fact, she couldn't remember the last time she'd been even remotely ill. Why were human bodies so fragile?

She winced, and turned around to face the pair of them. "Do either of you happen to have any of that...commercially-acclaimed-but-probably-ineffective human pain medication? I need it. Now." A 'please' might've gone a long way, but playing nice could wait until AFTER she was feeling better. And possibly longer than that.

[Jax]

Jax snatched up his remote as soon as it left the hand of Intruder One and then shook at both blonde Intruder One and interplanetary Intruder Two. He thought Intruder One's name was Canya or Banya or something along those lines. The only thing he knew about Intruder Two was she was from another planet and she liked to be called Mindfang which... was kinda cool actually. She didn't seem to care that she was intruding and she seemed to be challenging him with her eyes. She was enjoying this was Intruder One seemed very very irked by this whole thing... but not nearly as irked as Jax himself was. Despite holding the remote he didn't turn it back up rather he glared angrily at the two.

"First of all ya can't mess wit a man's stereo. Ya just don't... it's... it... Ya just don't!"

He didn't really know how to put it... he couldn't call it ettiqutte because Jax never bother with that and they knew that. Sacred didn't work cause Jax didn't believe in much of anything especially not holiness. So he just motored on past the uncertainties and on to the certainties as he stood suddenly from his chair letting it fall unnoticed from the sudden movement onto a stack of dirty laundry that lay unnoticed on the floor. He stood before his desk, a old Cold War era desk. It was large, metal, and he had had to disassemble it just to fit it through the door way. If someone had asked he would have told them that people were told to hide from nuclear blasts under their desks because their parents had desks like these.

The entire wall in front of the desk was taken up with pictures and posters, every square inch except electrical sockets was taken up with them. Even the windows were plastered over with them. Each pictures of motorcycles, cars, jets, rockets, blueprints, pictures of women in leather (seated in what would really be a quite uncomfortable pose in real life atop motorcycles) and sketches done by hand of things that had yet to exist. Including a life size sketch of a motorcycle that had been done on several blank pages that had been carefully glued to he wall. It was as if a person could just reach out, pull the cycle from the wall and ride away.

The other walls were taken up by shelves, shelves containing either tools, speakers, or various pieces of scrap metal. The floor on the other hand was littered with dirty clothes, Styrofoam cups, pizza boxes, jerky wrappers, wadded up pieces of paper, and one miraculously clear part of the floor was strangely missing a perfect four foot square of carpet. The bed looked like it had not been made up since the Reagan administration and the stains of grease and dirt on it showed he probably wasn't too picky about making sure he had taken a shower before he laid down. In fact some folds were bunched up in ways that should have defied gravity if they had been clean. But oddest of all was the scent of the room. The room smelled hot and feverish but overlaying it all was the smell of gasoline, oil, hot metal, and... hot tar?... It overlaid the room like fog. In fact if someone watched the piles on the floor close enough a wiff of something between smoke and steam would puff up.

This would to most people be classified as perhaps a biohazard but to Jax this was his home so far, and his refuge, his place to brood... they only way this place could be better is if they would let him move it into the school garage like he asked or let him smoke... but that Trish kept finding his cigs and destroying them... and it had been two days since his last puff so he was a bit on the extra angry side already.

He pointed the remote at Vriska.

"As fa ya. First of all let ma check how many &#*@s I give if people don't like me... Hmmmm.. I am na trying ta be homecoming king sa.... NONE! Secondly I have eard of headphones but firstly on that something ate the wires ta them and secondly headphones don't make ma body tingle and my bones bounce ta the music. I have had a &#@* awful day and I want ta blow off some steam. The mechanic shop is closed cause da bald midget blew up dat wall with his little spat with dat kid robot with da spiky hair so dat is out. 'Officer' Trish found ma cigs again so smoking on da roof is out so I just want ta listen ta ma @^*@ing music in ma #&*@ing room... and as for ta shirt ding... THIS IS MA ROOM YA #&*@ING INTRUDERS AND I WILL #^*@ING WEAR WHAT I #@^&ING WANT I MA ROOM!! IF YA DON'T LIKE IT DON'T BREAK INTO MA ROOM!

Jax's volume had increased suddenly without warning. His rage boiling out in one explosive burst that made the fumes coming out the floor waver from the rushing air. He stood there panting for a moment before reaching up, pulling at his hair and looking at the ceiling and snapping his head back to look at the two. He seemed... moderately happier... He bounced on his heels a couple of times and a sense of satisfaction washed over him. Reaching down to pick up his chair he pulled it upright... well tried to.. it seemed stuck to the floor but after he yanked on it it came free. Setting it upright he looked at the two and then shrugged.

"Ya should ba #@^*ing grateful really. Unlike ya Mindfang... I don't wear ...PJs."

Letting that bounce around in his head he considered offering one of them his chair but sat down in it himself... no one accused him of being a gentleman but then he pointed his remote at the speakers pushed a button... and the volume turned up but only a hair. He smiled at the two of them then. it was a sudden smile that seemed to be a bit panicked to find itself in unfamiliar territory.

"... ya know what.. I feel better. I really da..."

Jax looked to Intruder One and reaching to one of his desk drawers opened it and pulled out a full sized First Aid kit. Siting it atop his homework he rooted through it and opened a bottle and looked in it, shaking a strange couple of green pills out he held them out to her.

"Take one now and take da other in ten minutes, na sooner or someone will have ta strap ya to a table or something till da kiwi's stop talking ta ya."

Jax was feeling generous tonight that sheer moment of rage had gotten alot of anger out of his chest and he hadn't even had to punch some twilight fanboy this time. Slade had not been happy last time. He had gotten fairly sarcastic.

[arachnidsGrip]

At least she had the fellow bitch girl on her side rather than opposing her since the last thing she needed was having to deal with two stubborn individuals at the same time. Plus, this guy seemed to have a skull so thick that it'd be the best idea to use a metaphorical jackhammer to give it a crack or two....then again a real jackhammer could work too. Heh....especially if she had to routinely feed her spider mom...hopefully she was going to be okay and that the random troll she forced her duty on would take care of it. A mad spider mom was a scary spider mom...that lusus had suuuuuuch a temper! Tapping her grey finger upon her elbow, she couldn't help but have an oh so challenging gaze. So what if she was in `his territory`? That didn't matter much at all since this was a SHARED hive and as much his as it was hers and NO ONE messes with her things and got away with it.

Though with how nasty and horribly kept this place was, the Alternian troll wouldn't want to touch it with a ten foot pole...let alone stand here at this moment. There was no choice though, this guy had to be kicked into place! The dirty blonde comrade also had a very valid point, he looked like someone who belonged behind bars. Unfortunately though....as much as she wanted to help the girl with her request for medicine to relieve her headache...she didn't have any Earth medication to help...only things from her home planet. Not like it'd be a good idea to share that with a human grub she didn't despise, who knows how the side effects would be! However...she couldn't help but let out a snicker at how a man's stereo is oh so very sacred. Man did she want to just outright LAUGH at such a statement!

"What's wrong? Can't come up with a good excuse?" Smirking after that snippy little comment she just HAD TO throw in on that little note with her fangs and sharp teeth exposed. Slightly quirking a brow, she kept on listening to Sir Rants-a-lot to see what great things were gonna sprawl on out of his mouth THIS time. Though as she took another look around, some of the things in here were pretty neat...like that desk. Quite frankly, she could care less about the fanservice posters, but something about that desk piqued her interest for a conversation topic later. Yeah, despite her current, unsavory situation, she was going to flip this scenario upside down and blind side it like a victim in her web.

Away from his health hazard of a room though....it smelled just BAD and unlike SOME TROLLS...she did like a sense of cleanliness. OH HO HO BUT WHEN HE FINALLY HAD MORE TO SAY?! Oh MAN did she offer one hell of an amused smirk while listening. Normally she'd had blurted something out by now but with each and every breath formed into a word....he was giving her way too much material to work with for trolling him. Digging his own grave and making this all too easy for when she did opt to retaliate. Flipping her hair for a moment with her hand once again before recrossing her arms, she blinked a couple of times COMPLETELY unphased by his whole yelling thing. No need to get shaken, she could easily take him on if he wanted to get violent...and it seemed like all he would do is bark for now.

Every single bite was through his tone and body language, nothing more....and it wasn't enough to shake her. OH HO HO AND HE KNEW HER BY THE NAME OF MINDFANG! Not even having been there for that long and she already had a reputation?! MAN WAS SHE GAINING ALL THE LEVELS IN REPUTATION AND STATUS! She didn't give a crap that he took a stab at her wearing PJs, at least she wore something that was acceptable to their fellow room mates in the event she had to leave her room and encounter them. ...but...she did finally shift her composure when he busted out some strange looking pills that had one hell of a suspicious description. That's right, the smile didn't make her react outwardly...it was the fact he was doing something stupidly nice.

Smirking for a moment, there was no reason not to mess with his head a bit. "Awwwwwwww! As flattered as I am that you were thoughtful enough to check how much you actually care a8out anyone actually liking you, I don't think you understand that you're in a co-ed hive and need to think a8out your peers juuuuuuuust a 8it. Sure this is just a minor little thing and I'll let it slide for now 8ecause I'm cool enough to do so despite what my reputation may have a8out me. However, let's face it! Even if this room is your assigned personal space, you have more than just yourself to be consider8 of, pupa. In fact, I'll 8e even more nice than I already have 8een and educ8 you! This 8ig hive is like what you human gru8s call a house and we're sharing this roof whether you like it or not. So try not to flip your sh8t over something that disrupts us and we take initiative, a little thing called consequences."

Admittedly, his ranting about wanting to listen to music loudly in a confined space gave her an idea...an epiphany, even. Something she'd discuss with Principal Slade later on...but for now she had to hammer this situation out. "And you're not giving her those pills after hearing what they could do. We're going on a little trip to visit that nurse or whatever for something that isn't going to possi8ly make her go crazy 8y taking it a little too early." Narrowing her eyes a bit, she quickly snatched up the pills then side glanced toward the blonde and figured she would consult her, "Unless you actually want to try your luck with these things. Then 8y all means, I'll give them to you and pro8a8ly laugh at the outcome." With a devilish smirk toward the last portion of her words, she let out an amused little chuckle figuring if the consequences could be dire....that's seriously some free entertainment.

{FOOK. LIKE. OMG. I'm sorry for the wait!}

[Anya]

...What was he suddenly so angry about..? Oh - the stereo. Anya glanced back at it, then at the remote in his hand, then to the teen himself, unimpressed. 'Don't mess with a man's stereo'? There were so many strange rules of human etiquette one was evidently expected to follow, and she wasn't sure if this was a real one - but if it was, it was certainly a pointless one. Shrugging blankly, she switched her gaze to the other girl who'd stormed into the room, who had no reservations about calling this guy out on the nonsense he was going on about. Nodding in agreement, she turned back to him and added,"And anyway, that's a stupid rule." Here Anya gave a slight, disdainful sniff. "If you didn't want me to touch the stereo, you should have turned it down when I asked you to." It was perfectly logical. Why did humans always allow logic to be clouded by emotions? She stared at him a moment longer before giving up trying to figure it out.

And then - wait, what was this crazy human doing now? He was...ranting, with most of it seemingly directed at the other girl. Anya glanced between them quizzically, torn between being faintly alarmed and more than faintly irritated. However, it didn't seem that the not-so-human girl (who had been referred to as 'Mindfang') was much fazed by the human teen's carrying on. On the contrary, she seemed rather amused by the whole thing. Well, whatever. They could have fun with that, as long as it was agreed that the stereo stay turned down to a reasonable level and...

...Oh. Oh for the love of...whoever pathetic mortals were supposed to pray to...

Anya had just noticed the state of the room. 'In total disarray' was too soft a term to describe it. It...looked like a band of poltergeists had torn through here, followed in short by a hurricane and a bulldozer - it...was just...how could anyone live like this?! And the smell! Hot and...and she couldn't quite find words sufficient to describe the way it hit her. It smelled like cars and grease and...and all of those horrible, unnatural toxins humans polluted the world with. Even with her newly dulled human senses, it was nearly enough to make her gag. Coughing slightly, she brought a hand up to her face to cover her nose and mouth - and that was before the mohawked human just all out started shouting in response to the request that he put a shirt on. Thanks to her already pounding headache, the extra noise felt more like someone had taken a hammer to her head.

Ugh. She...really, really needed to start getting used to how fragile this body was...

Letting out a high-pitched, squeal-like noise that was half out of pain, half out of rage, she stumbled back away from the human as he approached her. In addition to her physical pain, the ex-vengeance demon was now mortified and disgusted to boot - and her mood was worsening by the second. It took a moment for her to realize that he hadn't approached with the intention of further antagonizing her, but to...offer her the medication she'd asked for? Dropping her hand back at her side, Anya suspiciously glared from the pills in his hand to the teen himself. Was he trying to poison her?!

Her paranoid thoughts were interrupted when the girl evidently called Mindfang intervened. She quirked an eyebrow as she snatched the pills out of the human's hand and announced that going to the nurse was a better idea. ..'Nurse'? Anya had never been to any human doctor - but she didn't like the idea of letting one anywhere near her. Still, it had to be a better alternative than being poisoned. Because this guy had so been trying to poison her. Her eyes widened at Mindfang's next words, which had been directed towards her, however. "What?! No!" Wrinkling her nose at the thought of taking the pills now, she shook her head quickly in protest. "There'll be no...laughing. I don't want them. You should probably throw them away somewhere where they can't...contaminate anything. And we can go to the school...nurse, or whatever, as long as she's competent. Though judging by some of the teachers this school hired I wouldn't be surprised if she wasn't..."

With a small, disgruntled huff, Anya shrugged and glanced over at the mohawked teen. "...And as for you. I'm not sure how you're even still alive living in these...conditions, but right now we happen to be invading your personal space - unfortunately - whether you like it or not! So put a shirt on!"

[Jax]

Jax glared at the two as intruder one... Anya... he remembered hearing that name now. Anya... first based his living conditions and then started in on the whole shirt thing. Jax was about to raise a hand and bestow upon her a pretty much universal sign when his phone rang. Jax's lips peeled back in a snarl. It was times like this he wished, he WISHED he had been born like one of these trolls... a pair of sharp teeth to show off right now would be excellent. Reaching down to a stack of shirts he pulled some off the stack throwing them every which way to reveal a phone. He ignored the fact one or two of the shirts actually stuck to the walls as he picked up the phone.

"Dis is Jax. How can I tell ya ta #@& * off and get off ma line?.... Who?... oh right da purple fish troll. What da ya $^*#ing want now I didn't expect ya would want ta talk ta ma after I slammed ya head inta dat locker... what da #&*@ are ya sounding sa nervous spit it out already... Yes. Yes I hate ya? If dat is what ya have been working up ta ask ma I don't have time fa dis stupidity I... A WHAT date?... Candle lit?"

Jax sat for a moment quiet his mouth working as he tried to rationalize the other side of the conversation. It made no sense. He knew these trolls through different but... Jax's eyes went to Mindfang's glasses and latched onto the darkest part... the black part. He reached up to his forehead as realization came and sighed loudly a sigh that morphed to a string of profanities.

"... Look... Eridan was it? Ya seem ta have da wrong idea. I don't hate ya like ya seem ta think I da. I hate ya like I hate... well pretty much everyone I have evah met. Platonically. It's na... Love hate or whatever ya call dat black # ^&* ya trolls da. Sure... I would love ta punch ya snobbish face in but.... well frankly if I was sexual attracted ta everything I hated half da world would be knocked up da other half would have hemorrhoids... What? Na... I am NA breaking up with ya. I can't... cause we were never a thing... What da mean da good times? Ya made some comments and I slammed ya head against a locker sa hard ya horns got stuck. Dat is all we have... Listen I don't have time for dis. Mindfang and... WHAT? NA I AM NA... Ya know what... ya.. sure why da #& *@ not. Ya ain't good enough for ma so I am dumping ya for Mindfang.... Vriska?..."

Jax looked at his trollish intruder and mouthed the name and shook his head.

"Nah... I like Mindfang better. Vriska sounds like a soft drink or something. Ya. I am Sure... ya can go $#*@ ya self... but I dink ya were going ta do it anyways."

Jax slammed down the plastic headset... a little harder then he meant to. As the plastic shattered the off white plastic cut into his hand and slowly he raised it and looking at it poked the red blood pouring out his hand. He sighed loudly and reaching down pulled up a relatively clean shirt and wrapped it around his hand a few times and knotted it. Then he looked at the two of them.

"There? Ya happy? I put on a shirt."

Reaching to a nearby pile he pulled out a coat of black leather and shrugged into it.

"Looks like I am joining ya all ta visit the nurse after all."

He popped one of the green pills he had offered Anya and dry swallowed it. He stuck the other one in his pocket for later as the shirt began to turn from white... mostly white. To red as it began to soak through. Jax looked more irritated then concerned.

"... I don't suppose ya would just look da other way if I just burned this shut?... Na... didn't think sa."

[arachnidsGrip]

It felt like the good ol' days when she and Terezi were the Scourge Sisters, working together and all that good stuff. This female was one she'd definitely keep off of her shit list cause she LIKED how the girl used her freaking think pan. Of course, she snickered rather deviously at the fact this girl turned down the offer of free pills. Seemed to offend mister green-Rufio-hair guy over here ruffling his poor poor metaphorical feathers. All it did was amuse the hell out of her due to her fabulous heritage. ...though she didn't show it, she was a little peeved he got his mitts on the pills again...oh well. On top of all that when he FINALLY decided to comply.....kind of...not really, either way though, he acted like it was a horrible thing they were making him wear something.

"Oh poor pupa, having to put on a shirt!" In her oh so bitchy and somewhat raspy fashion thanks to all dem fangs and sharp teeth, she maintained that smirk. Not to mention all the cruel sarcasm dripping off her tone! Trolling this guy was such a delightful cakewalk! ....then his phone rang? What the? .....no way........the more she listened to that conversation, the more she clicked together it was Eridan. Poor troll, she cut those kismesis ties with him so long ago and he was still pining over her, trying to find someone new. So pathetic...so very very pathetic.

Disgusting, even...but hey, at least she was neutral with the guy whenever they talked. Though admittedly, he had a habit of making it kinda awkward and no doubt he was making this punk pupa who looked like a less buff Rufio and lacking horns....ok so human grub Rufio with green instead of red hair...uncomfortable. Fighting off the temptation to steal the phone, she just tapped at her elbow and WATCHED his reactions...then...he stared at her. Quirking a brow and giving him this `What the f8ck are you looking at, 8uddy?`sort of gaze in return. Though as his weirdo black rom conversation continued....she was a little surprised that the others were here to or at least one other. Didn't....oh geeze....for a moment her heart sunk toward her stomach and she thought about Feferi. Eridan helped her with feeding that angry little sea bitch lusus.

Shit...well Feferi was competent and would be alright...she'd figure something out. Concealing her inner concern and leaving it hidden within the confines of her mind, she scoffed a bit and flipped her hair. For the love of...she was NOT interested in this human grub in ANY WAY AT ALL. She'd let him know that as soon as he got off the damn phone too! When he got off the phone though...he slammed the stupid headset so hard that his hand was bleeding. Was that going to stop her from being a sp8der troll 8itch to him? NOPE. CHUCK TESTA.

"Again with the flattery, huh? Sweet........really sweet. H8 to br8k it to you, I'm not interested in any rom with you. May8e the 8lack quadrant, 8ut I've got all 8 of my eyes on 8etter candidates. No offense. Not to mention Eridan's getting more desper8 than usual." Flipping her hair AGAIN, she snippily that'snotevenaword let those words pass her blue lips and quirked a brow when he mentioned something about burning his wound shut...or whatever.

"Normally I wouldn't care, 8ut my new 8uddy here pro8a8ly doesn't want you doing that so let's go to the nurse alr8dy 8efore you 8leed all over or something you human gru8s with mutant red 8lood do." Glancing back and forth between the two, she motioned her hand for them to follow her and began their MAGICAL ADVENTURE OUT OF THIS NASTY ROOM! Plus, it couldn't be good for the other girl's condition, after all she screeched earlier and last she checked...that universally translated out to negative things! Looking over to the girl...she figured it was best to give her some sort of comfort in the competence of their nurse. "I think someone who is capa8le of preforming complex surgeries is more than enough proof of competence, don't you agree?" Finishing those words with a smirk and hair flip DAT HAIR FLIP OMFG esodiuhgrwuiohef. Right now she was just going to IGNORE THE FACT that she probably had to educate this guy about how ``putting on a shirt`` universally meant tugging it over his head and actually WEARING IT PROPERLY. Not so much wrapping it around his hand....as if that counted!

Oh well, she had to give her new buddy something to pick on him about and the `not wearing a shirt properly` was all hers if she wanted it. OBVIOUSLY, if she missed THAT little window, she'd swipe up the chance to give this guy even more trouble.

{-FAILS FOR MAKING YOU GUYS WAIT.-}

[Anya]

If it were at all possible for Anya to glare any harder by this point, she most certainly did when Jax paused to answer his phone. Cell phones. Now there was a stupid invention. It was like humans couldn't stop talking to each other, even when they were apart! She grumbled to herself a bit as he began to speak, and took the opportunity to...try not to look around the room as much as possible as she waited for him to finish up his little chat with whoever that was. Eventually she settled for staring unhappily up at the ceiling, which proved to be considerably cleaner than the floor. Though she made a commendable effort at blocking out whatever the mohawked teen was yapping about, unfortunately for her bits and pieces of it were getting through.

It sounded sort of like he was rejecting...someone. She'd been too busy trying to focus on something else to catch names, but she got the general idea. Actually Jax was making the person on the other end out to be a little...well, delusional. Still, Anya couldn't help but feel a prickle of irritation at the thought of him responding to anyone's affections that way. This was why the world needed vengeance demons so badly in the first place - because men were jerks. Admittedly, avenging scorned women had kind of been...a personal vendetta of hers, but...that was besides the point. And wait - what was this about him claiming to be dumping this stranger for Mindfang - or Vriska - or whatever her name was?! Well if Anya hadn't interpreted that literally and completely missed the point, she wouldn't have been...Anya. Assuming that Jax was entirely serious, she turned to stare at Vriska, nonplussed.

Only to find that she looked even more exasperated by the whole thing than the ex-demon herself did. Oh, whatever, it didn't look like she was going to have to rebuke him - the other girl already had that covered. Deciding not to allow this silly human to confuse her any longer (yeah, good luck with that), she skeptically turned her gaze back on him and noted the blood seeping from his new-found injury with a blank stare. Blood...had really never bothered her before, but she fixated on his hand for a moment all the same. It...wasn't healing. Of course she wasn't stupid; humans healed at a much slower rate than demons did, but...now that this sort of thing could actually happen to her it was a bit more difficult to simply brush it off. Well. At least it was just what the room needed. With the horrors that already existed here, a few bloodstains would just top the whole thing off!

The small smirk that she'd given into at the thought quickly disappeared, however, at his next smart-ass comment. He called that putting a shirt on?! Ugh, this was just infuriating! "No I am not happy! Your incredibly obstinate attitude over the tiniest things is only making my headache worse! ...And that blood isn't going to be easy to get out!" Hmph, served him right if it stained. She'd told him to put on a shirt - bleeding profusely was no excuse not to listen to her! But at least he'd put a jacket on, and that was probably as close to complying as he was going to get. Anya sent a disbelieving and thoroughly exasperated look Vriska's way as Jax went on to mention something about burning the wound shut - really, he had less sense than a newly turned vampire. She had no intention of arguing with him about that as well, however. Hopefully he'd decide to listen to the other girl, skip the burning part, and...well, she supposed he would have to accompany them now. "And the first thing the nurse is going to check is your head when you explain to her your idea of 'putting on a shirt'!" With no intention of engaging him any further than that, she turned and followed the much SANER of her two reluctant companions out the door.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that this girl was refreshingly snarky - she didn't worry about tiptoeing around other people's feelings when she spoke. Or maybe it was just because she wasn't human, and was incredibly sensible in comparison to Jax - but Anya actually found her presence tolerable. And she had a point about the nurse's competency, at least. "I suppose," she agreed sullenly after a moment of thinking it over. "She can't do anything worse than whatever those pills would have done, anyway." Narrowing her eyes distrustfully upon being reminded of that 'medicine', she shot a glance back over her shoulder at Jax before lowering her voice and speaking to Vriska again. "Maybe there's still hope that he'll pass out from blood loss before we get there. Then we can go back to his room and kick his stereo out the window, or something." Anya actually almost brightened a little at the thought, though it was unlikely to happen now that Jax had chosen to wrap the shirt around his hand rather than put it on. Damn it.

[Jax]

Jax rolled his eyes not even bothering to hide it as he followed the two insane woman. One complaining about his attitude the other 'rejecting him'. He considered just flipping the two of them off and going back to his room or going to see Miss Valentine. He bet she could sew his hand shut but instead for some morbid reason he followed them. He supposed part of him didn't want to give the two women the satisfaction of getting rid of him that easily... and besides he kind of wanted people to see his new look now. He knew how the school worked. Rather then gaping at his hair in class instead they would do it at the pictures people would take in the hallway. Less chance of having to actually interact with others that way. Besides he couldn't let the two have the last word without a fight.

"Miss I hate ta disapoint ya.. na... na I don't. But I would rather shave my #^*@ing balls with a belt sander and then pour salt inta ma pants din ba in one of ya 'quadrants' I only told dat freak fish boy dat cause I slammed his head inta a locker and din he starts dinking we are gonna ba hate lovers or whatever ya #&*@ing loons call it. Like der is time fa ma ta get romantic wit da people I hate and who hates ma and I am not inta mass orgies so I am gonna skip ya people's #&*@ed up love based on hate if your 'majesties' don't mind. Ta normal kind of romance is hard enough."

He tilted his head to look at the other woman about to cuss her out as well when he heard it at first. The sound of feet pounding on tile floor. The shout of a man demanding people to 'gang way' and to 'watch their heads' He turned back the way they came as he saw a figure running full tilt down the hallway. He froze in position for a moment. His reddish brown spiked hair swaying slightly, his sunglasses looking more weapon then eyewear, a white t-shirt shining in the cheap lighting and a pair of tattered jeans. But as he held position what held Jax's attention was the pie in the man's right hand. He tilted his head to look over his sunglasses, his gray eyes simmering before he charged through the people in the hallway. He spun around one, jumped up and kicked off a wall to jump over another, landing in a baseball slide he went under another who screamed at him because she had been wearing a dress. The doubtlessly cool kid looked back and smiled while touching his forelock as he continued. Kicking off another wall he hurled himself into the air spinning like a drill while screaming at the top of his lungs.

"PRRRRAAAANNNNKKKSTTEEER'SSSS GGGGAAAAMMMBBBBIIITTT!!!"

He landed on one knee and slid across the slick tile past Jax and thrusting out the pie it hit 'Mindfang' dead on in the face as he shouted again.

"CHAOS SPLAT!"

The pie pretty much exploded on impact, the sure force sending green pie filling to the sides and out behind the face of the woman he had hit. He held the position for a moment, down on one knee, pie plate outheld, his head tilted so he was dramatically looking down as green dripped down her face and clothing. Slowly his serious expression faded and he smiled and stood in one motion removing the pie plate and hurling himself out a nearby open window. The pie plate was tossed under his feet and he used it to surf down a rooflet over a lower window. Landing on the lawn he ran into the night.

Jax paused blinking and then sauntered over to the pied woman and with great seriousness held up his non bleeding hand and wiped a finger down her cheek to his chin and holding up the portion of pie filling he collected he stuck it in his mouth with a pop.

"... Hmmm... na bad."

He looked to the other woman.

"Try some. It's got a tingle ta it."

[arachnidsGrip]

OH GOG! The amount of laughter she had to hold in when he responded to her! Vriska just....the words...oh GOG THOSE WORDS! The Alternian troll didn't so much as visibly bite her lip or her tongue, she was skilled in keeping up a good front of not giving a flying f-SQUIRREL! over jack crap with her peers when they said idiotic gibberish. Plus he was a culturally insensitive and challenged punk so his words were as important as "8luh 8luh 8luh" as a feeble attempt to mock her. All over her head and lost into the lovely thing called oblivion. Idiot actually thought she was disappointed, SOMEONE SURE DID HAVE AN EGO TO THINK SHE COULD ACTUALLY FEEL INSULTED BY SUCH BANTER!

Anyway, all that ridiculous noise aside, her new gal pal said something awfully interesting about this guy here flopping over from blood loss! The only response she really had to offer in that moment was a snicker and a look that said `(:::: We can hope!` considering he RUDELY interrupt the sp8der troll's chance to speak! Didn't mean she was going to dismiss it completely! "He's a normal little human gru8 even though he really wants to 8e different! Our o8noxious 8uddy over here may still 8e perfectly ca8a8le of 8lood lo-" So caught up in her snarky, 8itchy response....she was too distracted to even notice someone coming along and heading in their direction! THAT'S RIGHT.

SHE TANKED THAT PIE TO THE FACE LIKE A 8OSS! SO 8OSS! Bright yellow eyes centered by onyx and charcoal pupils rimmed by her blood color just WIDENED a bit from the impact. FREEZING IN HER STEPS, the tin slid and KER-PLOPPED off of her face and said WHAT'S UP BRAH to Mr. Ground all down there being walked on. For her....time was frozen....oh GOG WAS IT FROZEN. Even when the punkish teen who pretended to be special ed in the head in terms of wearing a shirt PROPERLY ran his finger down her slime pie covered cheek. Well to that she kinda twitched and fidgeted a bit. Sort of like a sp8der after it's smacked REALLY HARD but somehow still alive all the same.

It was lucky she was in such a daze cause otherwise the poor ol' chap would have been missing an arm and DEFINITELY bleed out until he just kinda sorta DIED. Twitching a bit more, she soon began to snap on back to the sh8tty reality that was this stupid school. Peers oh so very dumb enough to laugh chuckled at her and this is when they were going to learn that you simply don't f8ck with Marquise Spinneret Mindfang and get the f8ck away with it easily. If there were only a few people, she wouldn't have cared so much. If it was a friend who pranked her, she would have commended their epic troll effort and tell them how good it was. Neither of those were the case at hand....so she was JUST A BIT SOUR OVER THE MATTER. With a fang filled snarl, she swiped the slime off of her face and glared at each and every one of them. The red dots on her black lens began to glow and she looked at her pathetic peers sharply while holding up her hands, blue nails pointed toward her face and grit her teeth.

In a matter of seconds, the all passed the f8ck out and took a forceful nap. Moving along on her adventure, she flipped her middle finger up toward the male human grub who DARED to swipe at her cheek for a slime sample. "F8ck you and never do that again, dum8ass!!!!!!!! Let's go and if 8ther of you 8ring this sh8t up again........I will 8e far more merciless." Saying those words with venomous hatred dripping off her very tone, Vriska slid her hands into her pockets and proceeded to guide loser of the day numero uno and possible scourge sister on their way to the nurse's office. Honestly, she looked like she had half a mind to quite literally kill someone or do something WORSE than just making them pass out. This was mild....oh so very mild....but she controlled when her victims would wake up.

You know...if she was feeling gracious. Vriska FULLY intended on getting her revenge....that sort of crap didn't just go under her radar and ignored. Oh no no no....he'd get this little thing repaid 8 fold like her vision.

[Anya]

As a thousand year old former vengeance demon who'd traveled through multiple hell-dimensions, Anya had experienced quite a bit. But nothing, she was now deciding, could have ever prepared her for the utter chaotic insanity that was high school. And so when the quite-possibly-deranged boy came barreling through the hallway toward them, all she could do was stare in blank, complete confusion. What sort of odd human behavior was this? Perhaps he was staging some kind of surprise attack, and at the thought Anya bristled and drew back a step - all too aware that without her powers, she wasn't exactly a formidable opponent. Thankfully, however, the boy's intentions weren't as violent as she'd suspected...and they weren't directed at her.

It all happened so quickly that it took a moment for the ex-demon to really register what had just occurred. The boy...had thrown a pie...into Vriska's face....really? Anya wasn't sure whether to feel surprised or exasperated or irritated - or just completely confused. For now, she was experiencing some mix of the four. Mostly because demons didn't typically...conduct silly pranks for no particular reason. Evidently humans were very, very different, and Anya really...just had no idea how to respond to it. Some of the other students were laughing. Jax just seemed interested in tasting the pie. But Anya, still caught up in the sheer randomness of it all, just continued to stare blankly. When Jax suggested she follow suit and taste it for himself, she could only blink at him. "It looks disgusting." she stated bluntly in response. Though that really wasn't saying much - at this point, the ex-demon was still shying away from a great deal of 'human food'.

She might have said more, might have asked the purpose behind what had just happened, but at that present moment she was sort of...distracted by Vriska's current state. The girl seemed to have been temporary stunned into dumbfounded immobility, barring a few cringes and twitches every now and then. Well, that was...faintly concerning. Especially since this girl was more or less the only tolerable person she'd run into thus far, so...Anya kind of hoped she wasn't going to be, like, severely psychologically scarred by this or anything. She'd even been considering waving a hand in front of Vriska's face to snap her out of her little trance, until the other girl seemed to come to on her own. And...as expected...she was not happy. Anya may not have been able to sense a person's desire for vengeance any longer, but you didn't have to be a vengeance demon to see that this chick was feeling pretty darn vengeful - especially when, a moment later, those who'd made the mistake of laughing at her fell to the ground. Either unconscious or...dead, or something. Anya didn't really care, as long as it got them to shut up.

Interesting, though - judging from what she'd just did to these students, and her vicious words directed at Jax...Vriska would have made a pretty good vengeance demon herself. Anya just shrugged slightly as she began leading the way toward the nurse's office again. Allowing her to simmer in her anger for a moment, the ex-demon hung back briefly to speak to Jax. "Is throwing food at each other some sort of appreciated human past-time I should learn about? Because it doesn't seem very fun." she grumbled to him, lingering for a moment in case he intended to respond to her before quickening her pace slightly to catch up with Vriska.

She spent a moment watching the other girl closely, analyzing her anger. Anya might not have been a vengeance demon any longer - but seeing as Vriska was taking the time to get her to the nurse's office and find a solution for this very irritating headache, Anya supposed she kind of owed her one. The least she could do was offer to help out a little. "If you like, I'd be happy to assist you in seeking retribution against that obnoxious food-thrower later. I'm very good at vengeance." She remarked as casually as if she were offering to help the other girl out with homework, before glancing back at Jax to make sure he was still nearby and...not bleeding out somewhere (wait, she wasn't supposed to care) and carrying on.

[Jax]

Jax was having trouble... the corner's of his mouth kept drifting up in a totally not at all hard boiled punk way, he was barely keeping himself from laughing his butt off. He wasn't not of fear cause now that he knew the former intruder had a power like that he was ready to render unconscious before she could do the same to him. But truth be told he was actually feeling a bit bad for the woman as she dripped pie filling down the hallway and besides bad days happened. Jax had one.... well he had been having one... and then argument followed by pie. Now he felt his day was going better then some. He whispered out of the corner of his mouth.

"Fa da record, na food throwing na normal specifically pieing in a hallway but I dink it is fun... as long as it happens ta someone else."

That said he quickened his pace to take him next to 'Mindfang' he stayed with his choice that Mindfang was a cooler name then Vriska and would continue to call her that. He reached into the deep pockets of his coat and began to pull objects out and returning them to the pockets. Tools, a game boy, a sheep skin condom that was made before he was alive and still in wrapper, and finally something else. He put a some foil packet to his mouth and ripped it violently open with his teeth and held something white and clothlike out to Mindfang waving it like a peace flag.

"Truce okay? Ya had a bad day, I had a $&*#@ing bad day... Truce. Tis called a moist towelette in case ya people's don't have dem. I have a few more..."

Reaching into the pocket he took out a few more and held them up.

"Ya can clean up before ya get ta the nurses office. Get it out of your hair... and horns or whatever those are. Otherwise Starfire might show up and give you gold stars or someting for having a bad day... and that &#*@ doesn't help."

He didn't look at her as he held out the towelettes, just held a relaxed posture as if he didn't care if she took them or not.... and mostly he didn't. Mostly. He stuck another hand in a pocket and pulled out... some gauze. Sighing as soon as the towelettes were out of his hands he ripped off the shirt off his hand, took off his coat ignoring the two and wrapped his hand a bit, then put the shirt actually on his chest and the coat on over that. He held his arms out in an 'are you happy now' motion and then looked down fingering the red blood on his chest.

"... I am keeping da blood stain... kinda makes me look like someone stabbed ma in da chest or something..."

Sure enough there was a blood stain in the dead center of his chest. He looked at it cheerfully and then looked at the bandages.

"Forgot I got those... still need a couple stitches... but nice ta know I didn't loose these after da nurse gave ma dem last time."