The High School Madness {Invite}

[Trisha Waldgrave]

One day she was going to be a great police officer and maybe even work her way to becoming a detective! In fact, when school was done, she was going to run down to the police station here in New York and offer to help out with some paperwork, everyone there was pretty nice and they even gave her doughnuts and coffee. Some day, she was going to be considered a hero, legally! Smiling to herself for a moment, she lightly shook her head then remembered she had to get serious and maintain an apathetic composure or else people were going to walk all over her. Besides, something was up even though all of this felt...normal...but why were they celebrating Christmas so early? Or...was it that school started close to winter...? Pausing in the hallway, she closed her eyes and let out a sigh while flipping through her ticket book.

People here had such strange names...like the guy she busted not too long ago and issued a detention for...his name was literally `The Jock` and for some reason people called her `The Hall Monitor` even though her name was Trisha Waldgrave. Hell, even her name tag and everything she signed turned out to be `The Hall Monitor`...not to mention when she TRIED to introduce herself with her real name it...was the same thing. But things were always like that...weren't they? Even the principal was just known as that, The Principal! There were some other weird names like `The Emo Kid`...who...wouldn't stop whining over the ticket. Shaking her head, she realized the rest of the hallways needed to be patrolled before lunch time! Speed walking through the halls with the ticket booklet and pen in hand she looked around trying not to miss anyone trying to break the rules. Most of the students were in class getting their last instructions before lunch, so a lot of them were in class...but there were strays every now and then who wanted to get their wonderful break started early.

Those dull blond locks with a tint of silver reaching a bit passed her hip swayed to and fro while making her way along the tiles with a determined composure. Wearing her backpack that really only had her lunch in it along with a package of cookies tied with a bow, she had her actual school stuff over at the police station since being a dedicated hall monitor meant night classes. Like a work-a-holic, the girl with a gray tint to her skin tone wearing her uniform that looked almost like an officers stopped in her tracks near the janitor's closet hearing a slight groan and...the sounds of someone eating? Oh God...what was going on in there?! Pretend not to hear it...or...deal with it...? As much as she wanted to turn a blind eye to the sounds making her skin crawl, with a swift turn, she adjusted her hat with a badge similar to the badges of those in law enforcement, save for the fact that it said `HALL MONITOR` instead. Clenching her fingerless gloved fingers into a fist, she pounded on the door and spoke up as though she had a great deal of authority.

"This is the Hall Monitor, stop cutting class or stuffing your face...or...whatever you're doing in there! That's why we have a cafeteria and it's not that long from lunch time! I'm going to count to three and if you don't open the door, you're getting a free trip to detention!" Being used to bullies who had no business in listening but all about fighting, deep down she braced herself to use force as self defense. "One...two....three! Time's up, get outta there already!" Getting closer to the door, she tried looking in the little window but couldn't see a thing..so instead she was trying to twist the door knob but it was stuck.

No matter how much or how hard she tugged, it wasn't opening. Damnit...! Looks like she'd have to get the principal to open the door during lunch. Yuck...not to mention it smelled like something died in there, guh....maybe a family of dead rats or something! Turning her back to the door, she put one hand over her nose and mouth before looking around trying to keep an eye on the hallways just in case someone not locked up in the janitor's closet needed to get busted. ...or helped since there were also people who some how got lost in the hallways. While she was waiting there for the break to start in a matter of minutes...she couldn't help but think about those weird stories people were telling her about zombies on campus. That putrid smell from earlier and sounds could of meant that...yikes...even more reason to get the principal just in case!

All she had was the mag light holstered on her belt to work as a baton even though she just kept it in case the lights went out...and...made her feel more like a cop. Honestly though...watching the halls all the time when lots of people were here was kinda nice, she didn't have to worry about Secret Santa stuff. So she wouldn't say it out loud, but it was always a let down not getting anything because people conveniently forgot since the people who pulled her name were usually sour about a detention slip from her. Oh well, the cookies in her bag were something she had to deliver to the principal as thanks for letting her supervise the halls later...when she didn't have the smell of death or trouble makers to worry about...

[cordy]

Tick. Tick. Tick. The seconds ticked by sluggishly as it neared time for class to end, and the brunette girl devoted all her energy into glaring daggers at the clock on the wall, as if she could bully it into picking up the pace a bit. Was it like, broken or something? Gawd, this school is in major need of a remodeling. They have the perfect girl for the job right here, but does anyone ever ask me? She huffed to herself and resumed filing her nails, her chosen form of exercise for the day. It wasn't like there was anything else to do in Biology lab. Well, there was, but it wasn't like cutting open a baby pig was a legitimate option for her. She would rather...rather...eat her own cheerleading uniform than participate in a hideously unsanitary thing like that. Hopefully that nerdy kid she'd been partnered with knew what he was doing.

Satisfied with the condition of her nails, she reached into her purse and pulled out a compact mirror. Flipping it open, she met the hazel gaze of her reflection and grinned in satisfaction. Not a hair out of place, and not so much as a smudge in the eyeliner she'd recently applied. She amazed herself sometimes. With a quiet sigh, she tucked the little mirror away again, shifted a little further onto the table she was sitting on, and entertained herself by staring blankly at her classmates as they worked. Jeez, they were so boring. They were dissecting pigs, for crying out loud, why couldn't they throw some drama in? Hadn't any of them ever seen Grey's Anatomy?

Looking upon her peers in disdain was something she did quite frequently. But what else could she do? It was to be expected, because after all, she was The Popular One. ...Actually, she was pretty sure her name was Cordelia Chase, but this detail seemed to slip away from her each time she tried to speak her name aloud. Not that she ever had to introduce herself to anyone--if they didn't know who she was already, they weren't worth her time--but still. It was kind of weird...

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden shrieking of the bell. Finally! At the signal, everyone moved at once, scrambling to clean up any last-minute messes they made so they could leave. She merely shook her head at this, hopped off the table, and walked purposefully towards the door. Outside, the buzz of crowds of chattering students filled her ears, as said students moved from one class to another. She wrinkled her nose a bit, trying to remember where she was headed next. ...Oh right. US History. Gag me. She would never understand why history was even a required course. It was so...over. There was nothing you could learn from a bunch of old people, except to invest in some Botox instead of letting yourself dry up like a prune.

Tossing her hair back, she sulked down the hallway slowly to stall attending her next class. There had to be some way out of this. Looking around, as if she planned to dart into one of the empty classrooms, she sighed at the realization that there were entirely too many witnesses around. Aside from like, a gazillion random kids, there were a few rogue teachers, a hall monitor...

No wait. The Hall Monitor. Wouldn't she have total authority over class attending, or something? Whatever, she could work with this. Plastering her best bright smile over her features, the brunette abruptly changed course and headed towards the Hall Monitor instead. "Uh, yeah, hi." She greeted briskly, having little time for pleasantries. "I know you probably have like, delinquents to beat down on or something, so I won't waste too much of your time. Thing is, the basketball game at the end of the week? It's so gonna suck unless we have proper representation, right? I mean God forbid we bring shame on our school or anything. So I was wondering if maybe you could write me a pass to go to the gym and practice my cheer routine this period. It's like, yeah, I'll be missing class, but sometimes you've gotta decide which priorities matter. Don't you think?" She asked, finally stopping to breathe after her long-winded speech.

[slade]

This was his domain. His territory, his world and kingdom. Slade gazed upon HIS school with pride. This all belonged to him, the thoughts of the others didn't matter. This was his territory and using it he would see all within it's walls and outwards went as he planned, as he plotted... though he couldn't help think that maybe his territory should be bigger... maybe darker... maybe underground instead of in a school filled with screaming teens who had little idea of what they were doing... and maybe he should be known as Principle Slade or Slade rather then The Principle. It seemed odd that was all that was on his office door... and on the teaching certificates... and all his paper work... but a detail like that was minor. What was important was everything go as planned.

He made a affirmative noise around the stem of his pipe as he took a puff of smoke and let the scent of tobacco rise. The stem flowed from the bowl sitting in his hand into one of the slots of his signature orange and black helmet, the helmet would look odd on any other principle but the students couldn't imagine The Principle without it, his pipe, or his usual classy wardrobe such as the scholarly tan tweed jacket with leather elbow pads that he was currently wearing. His patent leather shoes propelled him down the hallways as he looked for students he could inspire, help, correct, or punish all in the name of his Domain.

He smiled as he looked upon the sparkling hallways, the gleaming florescent lights and one of his best minions, The Hall Monitor. She was the best at her job of all the monitors.... he wondered why her parents would have named her that. It seemed a little odd but he supposed he could deal with that. He watched as The Popular One went to The Hall Monitor and began to talk. Inwardly he sighed. He understood popular girls were needed but sometimes he just wanted to scream from their endless streams of "Like"s and "Totally"s. He knew if he had a daughter and she talked like that he would wash out her mouth with soap. He walked towards the two from The Popular One's back, he supposed he might want to see what was going on.

[bridget]

Bridget giggled to himself as he walked through the hallways, skipping his biology class and strolling around happily. Bridget hated biology, the thought shook the small built boy. Covering his mouth he squeaked as he realized what he might have had to do if he actually went to his class, cut open a pig. "Poor little piggies! I'll not take part in this! he said loudly to himself, not wanting a part in cutting up those poor little animals. He was idly bobbing his yo yo up and down as he caught a few glances from people nearby. Bridget was dressed in his ever usual outfit, his thigh length blue and white dress with a matching hat, almost looking like a nun's habit. His shining blue eyes scanning the area as he walked around to find his next class. He got a few jeers from a group of jocks 'Hey, it's The Optimist! Cheerful freak.' they said to him cruelly. He wondered why everybody called him The Optimist, his name was Bridget wasn't it? The boy known as the optimist strolled along happily until he saw the two 'enemies' of his. Hall Monitor and The Principle.

Bridget let out a scared squeak, the principle was always very scary, that metallic helmet always gave him a chill, he also saw the Popular One with the Hall Monitor trying to talk of something, he didn't really know what was going on and really didn't want anybody to know he'd skipped the class because of that disgusting experiment. He casually snuck past the two authority figures hoping to atleast not having them know of his class skipping. Bridget didn't skip often and was quite bright and intelligent aside from his bouts of being naive. He really didn't intend to be naive but he just was. He always kept his bright and cheery mood though, no matter what.

[quinn]

Harleen felt ecstatic! The first week of school had went by so quickly and already Christmas was on the way. Wait... Christmas? That was impossible! Did school start late? She could've sworn that school started in September, not December. That got her to thinking... she hadn't heard a single person call her by her real name, Harleen Quinzel... or Harley Quinn. No, she couldn't even to seem to introduce herself as such! How could she not be able to introduce herself by her own name? Instead, she told people she was 'The Insane One'... she said it like it was her name! The Insane One was more like a title or something that would be in her yearbook than her actual name.

Oh, Harley tried to shake the thought out of her mind, staring into the mirror in the girls bathroom. She loved what she saw in her reflection. It showed a beautiful girl wearing a rather short black-and-red plaid skirt. A white blouse constituted as her top, a diamond insignia with the letters IO in it was on the top, as if it had been embroidered onto the left side of her chest. IO? That was different. It usually had a large H or HQ. Something was definitely up. Then again, she was probably called the Insane One for a reason. Oh well... The girl also wore knee high black, red, and white argyle socks and shiny black heels. A black and red plaid purse hung over her shoulder. Honestly, she looked like the hot version of a catholic school girl.

The girls long, blond hair was up in pigtails, bangs swept back. She wore make-up, of course. To start was her tanner, or in Harley's case, pale-ener. Her cheeks had a subtle amount of blush on them. As for eye shadow, it was red, maroon, and black. All the colors seemed to blend perfectly. She wore eye liner and mascara, too. Layers of dark red lipstick coated her lips. Really, the make up was obvious, yet it fit. But then again, it fit because that was how she thought of it. She loved her make-up and if she didn't wear it, she honestly felt naked or something. Her nails were painted black with red diamond decals.

She smiled at her reflection again, then fixed her purse. The purse held only a few things. There were corks, a cork gun, her hammer(much smaller than her usual mallet), and a rather unique small cyclone blade. Hey, it was a big purse and she carried everything in it. She didn't allow any one to touch it though. She refused to let them touch it. That would be a sin in her eyes.

Finally growing weary of being in the restroom, Harls walked out. It was technically class time... but why would she want to go to class? Besides, what could actually happen! That was what she thought as she walked through the halls. That is, until she nearly walked into the Hall Monitor. That was bad. Oh no, she was going to be in trouble. She hated detention! It was so boring! No one to talk to... to torture... oh, it was horrible.

Harley smiled at the monitor none the less. "Hey there, Miss Hall Monitor lady," she said with a nervous chuckle.

[Trisha Waldgrave]

This door...it...smelled...so...awful...! Not like she was the girly girl type who would freak out over something like that but it just smelled rancid and reminded her of the time her mom forgot to check the rat traps during a small infestation. It...was...almost just like that except she didn't have to stand next to it. Guh...the hell she put herself through just to make sure school rules got respected and only bent when it was actually ok to. Like excusing someone from class because they're sick and need to go to the nurses office...or some sort of emergency. Not for something that could wait until school is done...when people tried doing that, she knew that those people clearly were trying to use her! Sometimes it happened but hey, she played the role of karma and got back at them two fold or more, so in their face!

In fact...here came someone down the hall....boy was she NOT looking forward to this conversation...it seemed like some kinda person who should be a cheerleader. Not that she hated and discriminated against the popular girls who cheered on the sports players, but really...most of them tried to talk their way into getting a hall pass from her as though a bad hair day was a good enough excuse to skip out on class. Such as that one girl who had JUST a few strands out of place and had a full on melt down of the ages...it only got worse when she gave them a detention slip. Alright, so she had a big heart under that somewhat cold exterior, but it actually took effort and not something stupid to take advantage of it. Letting out a slightly dull sigh...it was time to put on the poker face and deal with this girl. Of course, she heard her out and listened to her story about how it would SO TOTALLY SUCK if their team didn't get the proper motivation in cheering and wanted to skip class so she could practice. .....really....that was all she had? That's it? That's all? Where was the additional poor excuses? Was she even TRYING?!

Taking a couple steps forward, keeping her back to the janitor closet door with a blank look upon her composure, she spoke up in a stern tone with hints of sarcasm, "Did you skip your lunchtime make-up fix or whatever it is you cheerleader types like to do so you can try to weasel out a hall pass from me? It's almost flattering...well, I tell you what. Let me fill you in on something, your history class has a pop quiz coming up so if you skip that, you can say good bye to your spot on the cheer for sweaty jocks team, alright?" Shrugging slightly after those words, she quirked a silvery brow and spoke in a bland tone as though this was common and dull to boot. "It can wait for after school...you know, when you can practice with all the other pompom waving cheerleaders. That right there would actually benefit you a lot more...but hey, if you insist on trying to get a hall pass out of me I can give you the consolation prize of a detention slip for trying to persuade me into bending the rules for something that's scheduled for after school. Maybe if the game was today, but if you really care about the team that much, sparing your free time to work on your routine won't hurt at all rather than sitting in detention."

That...that's when she decided to acknowledge The Principal who was standing right behind the popular girl who she was sure was none other than THE Popular One. Tilting her head slightly upward, she got herself ready to start writing up a detention slip and couldn't help but add on..."I'm sure The Principal right behind you wouldn't mind trying to help you realize education is important, right?" Just as she was about to get some confirmation, she slightly leaned to the side and saw...someone wearing a blue dress that was MUCH shorter than the rules stated! Narrowing her eyes a bit with a slight frown of irritation, she had to DEFINITELY issue a detention for that! Was it REALLY that hard to wear an outfit that was at least a bit decent AND gender appropriate?! For crying out loud, she was sure those circles with arrows attached to them on that outfit didn't mean `I'm a girl!`, this Hall Monitor wasn't an aspiring police officer and hopeful detective for nothing! RIIIIGHT as she was about to excuse herself from The Principal and The Popular One, it seemed as though the pig tailed blond who looked like she spent the school day prepping her make up decided to steal her attention!

GEEZE! What was she, magnetic or something?! Feeling like her composure was going to slip, she quickly gave her full attention to the blue eyed girl...who....seemed kinda familiar in a strange sense...like...she wrote detention slips for her before....lots of them...that was about right...right? Well she wasn't on any grounds to bust her since it was pretty much a break for students at this point...aside from the amount of make up. "Hello, I'm pretty sure hell's temperatures are dropping. Unless you want a hall pass or an excuse to avoid detention like The Popular One over here, then everything is right in the world and I don't have to worry about hell opening up an ice cream stand in the lunch room anytime soon. Anyway, can all of you excuse me? I've got to issue out a detention. No one in school should wear something THAT short..."

Saying those words as though it was a complete matter of fact, she quickly bolted on over to the blue and white clad individual attempting to be a ninja...or as she knew em'....The Optimistic One. "Hey you, The Optimistic One in the short dress who left class a little earlier than what's permitted by the rules, freeze!" Those words...definitely...made her sound like a cop...or some law enforcement person. Right at the moment she pointed at the androgynous Optimistic One with her pen for a moment...it was odd to say the least, she had a weird...VERY...messed up feeling like something out of the ordinary should have happened to the metal near by from that. Awkward to say the least but she looked quite serious to suit her tone. Normally, she wouldn't up and ditch potential detention attendees...but hey...The Principal himself was there, the head hancho, her boss. So if they wanted to act up, they'd be dealt with accordingly and it was enough to put her at ease to deal with someone busting two big rules thus far.

[cordy]

Well. How incredibly rude! Her jaw dropped indignantly at the frosty response she received. The Hall Monitor was really going to deny her request? Of all the... This was an outrageous, abominable injustice! She wasn't exactly a hundred percent certain she knew what all those big words meant, but put together in her head like that they sounded pretty damn angry, and therefore entirely appropriate for this situation. Cordy had in fact sacrificed precious make up re-applying time to have this little conversation, thank you very much. At the very reminder of this little detail, her expression became even more appalled. She needed this primping time if she wanted to keep her appearance absolutely perfect. And now The Hall Monitor wasn't even going to give her the pass? Could this day possibly get any worse?

The brunette was so deeply concerned for the condition of her hair and make-up that she missed the last part of The Hall Monitor's irritated speech, and so remained oblivious to the fact that The Principal was standing right behind her. It was only when the words were uttered: "...No one in school should wear something THAT short." that Cordelia, automatically compelled to locate any potential fashion blunders, snapped out of her horrified trance. Peering around, she soon spotted the dress-clad Optimistic One, who appeared to be trying to sneak past the authority figures. Ugh. She frowned in disapproval, though for entirely different reasons than The Hall Monitor. But then again, The Optimistic One was notoriously happy no matter what he...he was a he, right? Cordy had never actually been sure, but anyway...no matter what he was wearing. It would be hopeless to try to intervene.

The Hall Monitor, however, seemed to disagree. Suddenly, she was storming over to the Optimistic One, presumably about to charge him with breaking the dress code. Practically incensed at this point, Cordy opened her mouth to protest. "Hey, wait! We're not done here..." Actually, though, it seemed they were. The brunette let out an agitated huff and placed her hands on her hips. She really didn't like it when things didn't go her way. And now what was she supposed to do? Go to class? Yeah, right!

Still seething, she turned to the person nearest to her with every intention of complaining. As luck would have it, that person was the girl known as the Insane One. Cordy paused and stared at her for a moment. The blonde kind of...well, scared her. Then again, at least her fashion sense wasn't as insane as some of the others', so Cordelia deemed her acceptable to talk to. Or, more accurately, rant to. "Can you believe her?" She hissed in reference to the Hall Monitor. "I mean, no respect whatsoever! It's not like I did anything wrong." Self-righteous as always, she gestured around her dramatically as she spoke. "Ugh, this school is in major need of some friendlier..."

Oops. Wait a second. Was that...a tweed suit that had just caught her eye? No freakin' way. That would be TOO unlucky...wouldn't it? Slowly, she turned the rest of the way around and found herself face to face with The Principal himself. 'Oops' was a bit of an understatement. "...janitors...." She improvised the end of her previous sentence unconvincingly. Well, this was awkward. And kind of frightening. Cordy offered The Principal a nervous grin, her eyes darting around as if she were looking for an escape route. "Oh, uh...hey! I didn't see you there." Obviously. If she had seen them, or perhaps actually listened when The Hall Monitor had rebuked her, she wouldn't have been in this situation. Twirling her hair awkwardly, she stared up at the masked man and offered a feeble apology in the form of: "...Nice pipe..."

[bridget]

Bridget squeaked as he seemingly failed to sneak past the Hall Monitor. Ugh, why must people have to always pick him out for his outfit? It's only what he thought looked good on him, maybe it isn't the best choice to wear in December though, it does get awfully cold. Bridget fiddled with the hem of his dress as the Hall Monitor approached him. His wide eyes staring upwards at her, sure he was optimistic but the duo of the Hall Monitor and the Principle were scary all the same. These authority types always loved to pick on him due to his differences.

"I didn't want to hurt any piggies! I wanna save all the baby pigs before they could be killed to use for those experiments and I'd name them all and they'd all live with me and be happy and... and.. and..." Bridget squealed out quickly and erratically. Those seemed to be the only words he could get out at first, those poor little piggies having to be cut up by people. It was horrible in his mind harming something so cute, he wouldn't stand for it. "Sorry, I went off on a tangent again..." he added shortly after, feeling a bit stupid for having just blurted out something as random as that.

As Bridget was just preparing to endure yet another familiar face appeared, the Insane One. Quite possibly the only person that he seemed to share any similarity with given both of them with eccentric and excitable ways. He stared at her before realizing she's taken the distraction of the Hall Monitor. Bridget quickly tryed to scramble away, running in the opposite direction of the two authority figures. "Thank you, Insane One!" he spoke out halfway down the hall, hopefully getting away from these total fascists.

[slade]

The Principle looked down at The popular one and shook his head with pipe in hand, loudly clicking his tongue with disapproval. He was saddened by this lack of interest in learning and in her disapproval of the hall monitors especially The Hall Monitor. Truly she was one of his finest minions students and a definite candidate for a few scholarships if he had his way and he did intend to have his way. What was the point of being the final voice of authority in the school if he did not have his way... speaking of he finished shaking his head and began to speak to' Like' The Popular One... he screamed internally for even thinking that. Despite the internal pain he brought forth his most syrupy voice. A voice that sounded like a sugar covered tank looked. Sweet and dangerous.

"Miss. I am so glad I ran into you. I needed to talk to you today about certain incidences that have been brought forth to my attention. Now as I could not help but over hear I know the cheer squad depends on you but I think they might have to miss you a few days as after school you and I discuss priorities.... and by discuss I do mean I talk and you listen if that is not a problem... you know like the problem you would have had practicing a cheer routine by yourself. I mean... it is a group activity but the thing to remember is your grades do come first. And I will remind you now as I will be reminding you after school that your grades come first. If they fall too much due to absences well... the team will just have to do without you for a grading period."

Inside his helmet he smiled at the expressions going over her face. Give a student too much power and they tended to think they owned the school, it was the job of a good principle to nip that sort of thinking in the bud. He didn't want a repeat of Heavy Metal Head running around. That would not be good for his domain. Speaking of good...

"... hmmm I wonder if perhaps I should work community services into detentions. Everyone would win that way... well..."

Slade looked down at The Popular One.

"Almost everyone."

Turning to leave he wagged a finger at the girl.

"Remember. My office, right after school. No excuses accepted."

Humming through his pipe he turned and... rememberings the girl's comment about Janitors he frowned as he looked at the Janitor's closet door. Leaving The Hall Monitor to deal with the rest of the hallway he pointed at The Optimistic One.

"We talk later."

He trusted The Hall Monitor to give him the required citations and assign him the right amount of detention days. The Principle frowned at the door before him. Taking a deep sniff of the smell. He would have to have a talk with the janitorial staff for sure. He started to reach his hand for the doorknob.

[Trisha Waldgrave]

{MEEP! Originally I was waiting for the Harley Quinn post but I guess I'll break the order for now to help keep things going ^u^;}

The door she left behind was being fiddled with and it didn't seem to want to budge as though it was locked. But boy oh boy did it smell awful! Either someone was going to have to open that thing with a key or kick it open since tugging and twisting the handle seemed to be a total no-go. As for the Hall Monitor herself, she figured the Principal had things under control with the popular one and deal with the crossdresser, especially with the way he pointed in the optimistic blonde's direction. Honestly, she felt a little bad about busting him since it didn't seem as though he was intentionally doing this to piss off everyone. If things were different, maybe she'd let him off the hook and just tell him not to do it again buuuut that was in an ideal world and this definitely wasn't the world where rule breaking was to be shrugged off with ease. Everyone had to learn the hard way...even the feminine boy who only didn't want to take part in piggy dissection.

Not that she could blame the poor thing but that's just how they opted to run things here and he'd have to deal with it like the rest of them. After he seemed to be done talking about how he wanted to be a hero of piggies and let them live with him happily ever after, the Optimistic One apologized for the little tangent. Ok...maybe she felt a little bad about what she'd have to do but...hey...if she started being lenient with one person then others were gonna try that too...right? "It's ok just calm d-HEY!" Clenching her hands into fists and snapping out that `HEY!` in a manner that was nothing short of being pissed off as the scrawny dress clad boy rushed down the hallway like a bolt of lightning! Looking to the Insane One, she narrowed her eyes a bit then smiled in that `I'm going to f-4KIDS-king kill something...or write up so many detentions that people won't be able to think straight` fashion before pointing over toward the hallway, "Excuse me, it's chase scene time, so let's make this quick..." Quickly jotting down a detention for The Insane One for ditching class and having an outfit that didn't quite make the minimum requirement for her skirt.

ALMOST but not quite! Other hall monitors would probably look over that fact...but that's cause most boys were perverts but that's alright, this hall monitor was THE Hall Monitor and wrote those guys detention slips as well. That's right, no discrimination from her! Ripping the slip off, she flicked it over to the Insane One and gave her a thumbs up, "See you after school, alright?" Running on after the Optimistic One with a look of determination and wondered why oh why they always had to run? It just made things that much worse, really since now instead of three days of detention she'd have to give good ol' cross dressing pig lover over there an entire week of detention! "FREEZE, OPTIMISTIC ONE!"

Yelling out those words while literally being on the run after him, she couldn't help but wonder how that drag queen ran so fast with such big shoes. That kid could do great on the track team...oh well hopefully he'd comply THIS time.