Little Beastly [open]

[ADAM CHASE WARLOW]

Several plates smashed against the wall leaving streaks of food plastered against the surface. Adam screamed in irritation until the lights began to flicker and burst with the energy surge. The handful of residents that had been eating in the canteen had either scattered or were taking advantage of the poltergeist outburst. This little display of anger had been going on for several minutes now. It had begun when Adam had requested to go outside and play on the playground with the rest of the children. He'd been promptly denied, being told that his level wasn't appropriate to interact with others his age. Adam had tried to be polite. He'd tried to keep his anger in check as David had told him, but he'd gotten so flustered due to being cut off before he could even finish his sentence that it had led to him turning invisible to try to escape on his own accord. He'd left the communal wing through the wall and ended up in the canteen where they had tased him with their special equipment for people like him. It did nothing more than to piss the child off. He'd sent a table flying at the nearest guard, tossed knives across the room to prevent them from further drawing weapons, and then came the plates. People were screaming or cheering or outright stunned into silence. Adam didn't care that he was possibly starting a miniature riot. He wanted to go outside and play!

"I hate all of you," he barked as he flung another table. Telekinesis was easy to use, even more so when he was upset like this. He barely had to think about moving things. "You can't tell me what to do!" There went a chair, smashing against the window, only to bounce off. "I've been good! I did what you wanted! I deserve to be rewarded!" The bloody faced child kicked an apple. "You think you can boss me around!? You think you can keep me here!? YOU CAN'T!" He screamed again and another row of lights went out. "I WANT TO GO PLAY!!!"

[MELINDA ELIZA JENKINS]

Mel had been good for so long. Granted, it had been summer and she'd felt pretty useless when all she wanted to do was cool off, but still. She hadn't really caused any serious trouble. And she'd been good and gone to therapy, getting her energy from the counselor because his trick had worked. It was reason enough to keep coming back. However, she wasn't about to pass up an opportunity.

When she inevitably got in trouble for what she was about to do, Mel had no qualms about blaming the kid for riling her up. Sure, it wasn't the whole truth, but it seemed like a good excuse to misbehave a little bit. So as the kid started yelling and throwing things about, Mel got up from where she'd been sitting. "Let us out!" she chimed in, creating a nice little dagger of ice and hurling it at the wall next to one of the guards. Her aim was off, but she figured it had been safer to aim for the wall than an actual person anyway. Ice started forming along the floor around her as she flexed her cold-muscle a little. She'd start hurling ice around in a moment, but she just wanted to start slow. 

[JUNE ARTEMISIA MONTGOMERY]

I WOULDN'T HOLD MY BREATH IF I WAS YOU

'CAUSE I'LL FORGET BUT I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU

DON'T YOU KNOW, DON'T YOU KNOW

TRUE FRIENDS STAB YOU IN THE FRONT

June had been carving off the skin of an apple before things had started to get shaky. When the little ghost kid had started making a scene, she'd continued carving away, slicing a bit of apple here and there and popping it into her mouth, chewing slowly. June didn't need to eat, but apples were quite tasty. She'd only come here because she'd intended on speaking with a contact of hers. It was about the only place she could go these days, after breaking her guard's arm and whatnot. June gave a tiny little smirk at the memory. Her hair was finally starting to grow back, so her mood wasn't nearly as sour. Her bare feet kicked back and forth, barely touching the ground. She really could sit here all day and pretend like none of the nonsense was happening.

Getting involved didn't appeal to her at the moment. Not yet. She was just waiting for someone to rush by her and knock her apple from her delicate hands. June didn't need a reason to act out, but the moment she could come up with an excuse meant the less severe the punishment for her actions. Violent yes, dumb, no. The white haired woman looked upwards as the lights began to shatter. She'd done it more so to ensure she wasn't going to get glass in her hair. June was a homunculus, not an exorcist. She couldn't exactly hurt someone that couldn't be touched.

"Would be wise to just let him out before a riot starts up," she murmured around a mouthful of apple as the little ice queen threw a giant popsicle across the room. "You all think it's bad now, just wait to everyone starts following suit." She wasn't talking to anyone in particular, just stating facts as she enjoyed her meal. If a riot did start up, that'd be one hell of a good time.

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MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0

[AADYA ELAINE ADELAISE]

The apple that was kicked by the poltergeist boy went sailing through the air only to be caught one handed by the demoness who hadn't long entered the cafeteria. She blinked at the red, glistening and now slightly bruised fruit before taking a bite and wandering over to sit herself down on one of the unturned tables, next to the short haired woman she recognised only despite her having lost most of the curtain of hair she'd once had. She was wise enough not to ask whether the homunculus can only make short daggers and throwing knives rather than scimitars or katanas, but it was definitely a curiosity that was there as she sat down with her own kicked apple. She wasn't eating it though, instead Addie just placed the fruit on the tabletop and slumped, her elbow was on the surface of the table and her hand supported her chin as she watched the ongoing chaos with a lazy smile, "I was hoping to talk to you," she said as way of greeting, "but no offence, I'm rather hoping this all blows out of proportion instead."

And if it didn't? Well, she was itching to get her hands on something or somebody again anyway. The guards so far seemed mostly alarmed at the overreacting child, some following the scattering and retreating residents to keep them supervised too. There were so many opportunities here.. She's actually pretty sure she'd never seen tables flying in the canteen before. It was a sight to remember. It was just a shame that a guard hadn't been pancaked between the thing and a wall.

Addie was fascinated, it's not often you get to see a poltergeist unleashed and paired with the woman now throwing ice around, well, how could she not be interested? How powerful was the child though? It was worth investigating, that's for sure.

"Hey, kid!" She called out, "if you think being grounded's bad enough, should have heard what they were saying about your mum." Aadya has no idea if the child had a mum still.. But she wasn't really shooting in the dark that much, children, especially small ones, always seem to think that their parents are the world. Especially the mother's. What was that saying, a parent is God in a child's eyes, "dumb, fat whore who knows how to take a good beating? Or somethin' along those lines. Those dicks, there, they said it," she pointed lazily in the direction of three guards, one of whom was talking on their radio and not really paying much attention.

If this backfired.. Well what did she care? It was no skin off of her nose. The next step here would be asking June for a blade of some variety and go from there. See, it was a good thing she hadn't commented on her hair style.

[ADAM CHASE WARLOW]

Adam was fuming. He hardly noticed the girl who'd started flinging ice around. In fact, he hardly noticed anyone that was in the room. All he saw was the armed guards through a haze of red hot anger. Every time one moved, he turned towards them, trying to anticipate their movements before they could tase him as they'd done in the other room. Anyone he'd hurt outside of the guards were accidental casualties. He hadn't meant to catch anyone in the crossfire, but sometimes things like this happened. They were the least of his concerns, but he couldn't control himself enought o focus on not hurting them in the process. If they were smart, they'd flee. 

He spun in the direction of the short haired female who'd called to him. Adam looked at her with round eyes. They had said something about his mum? It couldn't be anything good if she'd told him it was worse than being grounded. His little hands balled into fists. Every word hit him like a brick. He might have been imagining it, but he could practically hear the words escaping the guards' mouths. Heavy and foul. The last word he didn't know, but he was sure that it had to be the worst kind of insult if he didn't understand it.

"My mum is not fat! She's not dumb either!" He was no longer facing Aadya, but the three guards. He hadn't even finished his own sentence before a table went flying across the room. There was a sickening crunch as one guard was caught between the wall and the metal projectile. "Don't you ever talk about my mum!" He'd loved his mother dearly. She hadn't been gifted like him, but she'd always encouraged him when his father wasn't around. She'd called him her pride and joy. He moved towards the second guard, mere inches from the man's face. "My mother is nice!" He would have liked to hit the man physically, but Adam would only pass right through the man. He looked over his shoulder, searching for something to use. 

The most promising thing he found was the stove. It was heavy and he imagined it would be hot. Adam smiled with satisfaction. He looked at the guard. "I don't like you," he spoke. "I don't like any of you." The stove passed through the poltergeist and smashed against the wall. He hadn't intentionally missed, but it meant little. The stove had been a gas stove and the impact against the wall brought unexpected results. It exploded, setting both of the guards aflame. Adam actually backed away in surprise, blinking as the sprinklers went off. He hadn't meant to do that.

[MELINDA ELIZA JENKINS]

Mel had had a little fun throwing ice around, but she was more interested in what the kid was doing if she was being perfectly honest. He was just seething with anger and it was delightful. She was ready to duck if things came too close to her person. And when the lady said something about this kid's mom, she was covering her mouth to stifle a giggle. It seemed only fair to at least try to be respectful of someone's mother.

She didn’t really need to do a whole lot to entertain herself, however, because this kid was amazing. She made a mental note not to anger the poltergeist herself, but she was far too amused to really put any effort into making too much trouble and was busy avoiding flying objects when tables and the likes started flying around.

She stepped back he really started throwing things around and yelling, turning into a puddle on reflex when the stove exploded, creeping away from the fire. It wasn’t until the sprinklers went off that she put herself back to her regular form and was laughing. “You’re amazing,” she said, skipping over to a guard that was getting soaked. “Sorry, not sorry,” she said, poking him and watching as ice started covering his entire body from where her finger had just been. She sure was getting her fill from the one guard, but she wanted to have a little fun now and made the sprinklers start dropping snow on everything rather than water. Sure, it wasn’t quite as efficient with the fire, but it was a lot prettier.

[JUNE ARTEMISIA MONTGOMERY]

I WOULDN'T HOLD MY BREATH IF I WAS YOU

'CAUSE I'LL FORGET BUT I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU

DON'T YOU KNOW, DON'T YOU KNOW

TRUE FRIENDS STAB YOU IN THE FRONT

A single brow rose as a familiar face took a seat at her table. Aadya was the last person she'd been expecting to see today, but the demoness was always interesting to be around. "I do hope it has nothing to do with that Little Flea that's been hanging around you," she spoke, nodding lightly in greeting. June liked her relationship with Addie. She was one of the few people June would actually use the 'F' word with. Friend. She turned her attention to the rampaging child. "Someone's well overdue for a nap." Her lips curled into a smile. "We can talk once all the guards have fallen or the child is detained. I hope the former occurs first." June was always routing for the guards' demise. Especially if she was directly involved, but she'd let the boy have his shine.

Him and the Little Ice Queen. June had been watching the girl, but not in the sense that it was obvious. She'd seen Melinda Jenkins around. The other female had been given the guards a run for their money from what June had been told. June could see why as Mel turned into a puddle. What an interesting ability. It could be useful in the future. June was one to keep tabs on those within Manson. Mel had made the list. June could use her if their first encounter went right, and even if she couldn't, she could direct others in the Marid's direction.

June's gaze cut briefly to Addie as she called out to the poltergeist, successfully fueling his anger. June perked up as the stove went flying across the canteen, only to explode in a blaze of glory. She gave a slow clap. "Bravo Addie, always there to keep us thoroughly entertained." She gave a small look of annoyance as the sprinklers cut on, dousing her in water. June pulled her beanie from her pocket and slipped it over her hair. "You're about to get your wish," June pointed out. It looked like reinforcements were coming through the door. She couldn't deny that all of this made her want to join in and wreak a little havoc. She was contemplating what type of blade she wanted when a single snowflake landed on her nose.

June smiled. It was almost a childish smile, nostalgic even. She looked up as more flakes fell from the sprinklers. "Jenkins," she called, hoping to get the woman's attention. "Won't you be a darling and make enough snow for me to build a snowman," she asked, her accent light. June didn't ask for many things, but she loved snow.

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MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0

[AADYA ELAINE ADELAISE]

That little 'flea' that June mentioned was somebody who had managed to worm his way under her skin despite her kicking and resisting all the way. He was admittedly a distraction, eating up what little socialising energy she had and therefore leaving time for meeting so called friends a little out of the picture. There was a smirk like smile on her face after June had mentioned Conor with such a flattering nickname but she bit her tongue at defending him, she could let June be jealous. It was oddly endearing. Which of course meant she could never say anything about it because there'd be a high chance of bloodshed. She did, however, chuckle quietly at the comment of the chil requiring a nap. He was acting like quite the brat but then she hates to be told 'no' too so she can't insult the dead boy all too much. Plus, wasn't his tired little self just delightful?

Well. That had turned out quite a lot more explosive than she'd thought it'd be. Literally. The heat of the explosion hit her and she closed her eyes as it did, relishing in that wave of heat with an almost contented smile on her lips. Then there were the screams and she opened black eyes to watch as the guards took measures into putting themselves out from the fire that engulfed them. Like June though she looked equally as annoyed when the sprinklers burst to life, unlike June she didn't have a hat and so her dark hair became drenched quickly, but she brushed the wet tendrils from her face with a swipe of her hand.

"I've only been out out of solitary for three hours," it wasn't an excuse per se, more of a thoughtful statement to herself as she weighed up the idea of going back to solitary if it meant she got to get up and cause a little trouble herself. The snowflakes his Addie's arm first and she brushed it away with a shiver of both cold and disgust, no thank you. The cold was not something that she enjoyed in the slightest but neither would she be bitter enough to shed June of what little fun she could have in this situation. The homunculus had this dumbass smile on her face that made Addie roll her eyes, but still her lips curved into a small smile too.

"I'll leave you to the joys of making yourself a snowman, but I can't fathom the thought of being that cold so, if you'll excuse me." She put her hands on the surface of the table and pushed herself to her feet as she wandered over to the site of the still burning gas fuelled fire. If she weren't so worried about losing another pair of clothes she'd fall into the flames but flameproof material wasn't one of the requirements for her outfit so instead she stood as close as she dared, reaching out only to pull at a sharpened piece of blackened metal that was sticking from the somewhat distorted stove.

"Hey, kid, try not to look so shocked.. There's nothing wrong with creating yourself some little playmates." By that, of course, she meant killing them, there was a chance they'd stick around in the spiritual realm right? Really, considering it was Manson there was even a chance they wouldn't die at all.. Addie didn't care enough to learn what species everybody was. But, just to make sure, she drove the sharper of the two ends into the neck of the burning guard closest to her, pulling it back to check the metal with a thoughtful 'hm'. It'd do, and to think she had been thinking of asking June to tool her up. No need now, no possible favours to be owed. Perfect.

[ADAM CHASE WARLOW]

Adam turned to the distinct laughter of a female. He'd heard her words and they registered slowly, but it helped to calm him down just a bit. Any child, dead or not couldn't really help but feel a bit accomplished when given a compliment. If he could blush, he would have done so, but instead he lowered himself to the ground as he watched her cover a man in ice by simply poking him. Adam was awestruck. Then the snow started to fall and he could only assume that it was her doing. He held out a hand, palm up and frowned as the snowflakes passed through him. He had to concentrate extra hard so that they wouldn't do as much, but what did it matter? He couldn't feel the cold anyway. He turned in a slow circle, surveying the room. He was shocked to find the amount of damage he'd done in such a short amount of time. He hadn't meant to do that at all. He'd just been so angry and then... "David's going to be really mad." He doubted mad was the right word. The man was awfully patient. He'd be more disappointed if anything, but Adam's vocabulary didn't expand that far. 

Another female voice, this one the same one that had told him about the foul-mouth guards that had disrespected his mother. Adam stared at her with round eyes, unsure of what to do or say as she spoke to him. Playmates? Did she mean? Adam felt a wave of dread wash over him as he realized the extent of his anger and the real damage he'd done. He'd hurt people. Killed them! He hadn't meant to! He really hadn't! But they were just guards, so it was okay, right? He hadn't hurt any students. He tried to rationalize his actions, make them more appropriate for his own sake. He spun around again, flinching as he saw Addie driving a piece of metal into a man's neck. Adam wiped at his face, searching for an exit. He didn't need a door, he could phase through anything he wanted, so long as it wasn't specially made for the dead. Not that he was thinking about that right now. He was shaken, scared, and the calvary had finally arrived. Adam instinctively raised his hands into the sky.

"I'm sor-" He was cut off as the prongs of the taser him in the arm and leg. The voltage left him convulsing on the ground, screaming.

[MELINDA ELIZA JENKINS]

“David will surely understand,” she told him, believing that fully. The elemental seemed to understand a lot of things she hadn’t expected him to when she’d first been sent to him. She rather enjoyed spending time with him though, it was a free snack. Without her doing anything because he tricked her senses just enough that it filled her anyway.

While the fire scared her slightly, she’d moved far enough away from it not to worry about being burned when she’d started on the sprinklers. Besides, the snow that hit the flames melted anyway so it was all good in her mind. Her attention snapped to the woman calling her name and she couldn’t help but give an absolutely delighted grin. Oh, she’d mummify the guards if she needed to in order to make enough snow. She liked being appreciated after all. So she made sure to really make it snow from the sprinklers. “Any time, cupcake,” she replied happily.

Mel was quite busy twirling and happy about the snow for a moment when the demon joined in. It made Mel stop twirling and watch her instead. When she drove the metal into a guard like that, Mel created herself a nice little dagger of ice again and jumped on a guard when Adam was tasered like that. She managed to drive it into the guard’s shoulder when she was tasered herself and was left twitching on the ground too. That hurt! And made her lower her temperature on instinct. At least they wouldn’t be able to touch her without freezing even if they could taser her until a hydromancer arrived, but since she wasn’t really able to get up easily, she didn’t seem like a threat right now it seemed.

[JUNE ARTEMISIA MONTGOMERY]

I WOULDN'T HOLD MY BREATH IF I WAS YOU

'CAUSE I'LL FORGET BUT I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU

DON'T YOU KNOW, DON'T YOU KNOW

TRUE FRIENDS STAB YOU IN THE FRONT

June wanted to wipe that little smirk off of Addie's face. The homunculus was convinced that one of these days her and the demon were going to bump heads a little too hard and end up fighting. It might temporarily ruin their friendship, but June didn't care because she didn't need friends. They were worthless and expendable. "Three hours? Is that a new record," she asked with an almost sarcastic tone. June understood where Addie was coming from though. She didn't like solitary either. It was probably the only reason she ever truly behaved. If June had to choose between death and solitary, she'd opt for death without hesitation. She just couldn't stand the quiet, the bland walls, and the irritating sliding of a food tray against the ground when it was mealtime. It drove her up the wall and back again.

"I know how much you enjoy the flames. Go play in the fire while it lasts." She shooed the demon away like a mother not wanting to be bothered by her child. She stood up and started to roll the snow into three separate balls, stacking them one atop the other. "I need a carrot and some raisins," she said thoughtfully. There was enough scattered food that she could possibly improvise. Or she could make her way into the cooking area. June decided to go for the latter. She didn't care that the entire canteen was in an uproar. She had her own agenda, her idea of fun, and she intended to complete her tasks before someone decided to ruin it. Then she'd just get upset and stab happy.

She'd disappeared into the back before the guards had stormed the room. June came out with her desired items and strolled through the snow to her snowman. She ignored Adam's screams as he was tased. Who would have thought that a ghost could be tased? The white haired woman spun around a few times as she walked, a light laugh escaping her lips. This was wonderful. If only it could snow every single day. June kicked off her shoes. They could be replaced. She had another pair after all. "You're a doll," she told Melinda as she passed the Ice Queen. "I owe you a favor. Don't waste it." She made it to her snowman and started putting on the final touches. "He needs a scarf..." She frowned a bit and then pulled her beanie off and place it upon the snowman's head. "This will do. Perfect."

Her blue gaze flickered to the left as a guard approached her, taser at the ready, demanding that she return to her room immediately. June would have flipped her hair over her shoulder if she'd still had enough to flip. Instead, she turned to the man, a look of annoyance clear as day upon her face. "Are you telling me what to do?" She gave an abrupt laugh. "Silly man. The least you could do is say please." June pointed at her snowman. "Isn't he adorable?" Again she was ordered back to her room. The homunculus turned fully to her snowy creation. "I think he needs a friend," she murmured without a care in the world and knelt down to gather more snow, only to have a hand grip her shoulder. June turned freely and drove her blade into the stomach of the guard. "You talk too much." She twisted the blade and pushed the man away. "Now you've gone and ruined the snow." She gave an indignant huff and looked around.

"Addie dear, would you like something a little more sturdy?" She was already pulling strands of hair, forming blades and dropping them as she walked towards the oncoming guards. "Pick your poison." For herself, she'd picked a double edge blade. Two blades were always better than one.

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MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0

[AADYA ELAINE ADELAISE]

June's shooing made the demon glower for a moment but she bit her lip and snorted in dismissal before she left the homunculus alone to play with the snow like the delicate snowflake she resembled. If one were to judge by looks alone of course, she wasn't stupid or foolish enough to underestimate the woman by any means and neither would she be doing so anytime soon. Addie doesn't have much respect for many people, but June has hers, for now. That could change anyday but for now she still finds her company interesting and her exploits amusing to hear of. For example, she may call Addie's beau a 'Flea' but she's heard rumours too, of a man she'd actually become aquainted with herself.

Now was not the time to probe into that.

The kid seemed shocked at her words, but Addie just rolled her eyes and took her attention from him in an attempt to save her own skin. Back up had arrived and the somewhat lean demoness took little time in dipping close to the flames and dragging the man she'd stabbed up a little, enough to use the useless bag of flesh as a shield between her and them. She wasn't armed well enough and there was no way she'd avoid the prongs of a taser if they were aimed towards her. Which happened soon enough, the body in her hold jerking as electricity surged through it. It made her smirk, "oops.."

The poltergeist was down and screaming. The frozen queen was down and screaming, both of which she cared little for in the slightest. At least the snow had stopped falling from the air. She didn't mind her being down, the poltergeist had been handy, but that dawning realisation that had blossomed over his face before he'd fallen meant he probably wouldn't have been much help anymore anyway. Stupid child. She'd thought he'd had such promise.. Perhaps with a little more teaching he could be something spectacular.

The obvious grunt of somebody being impaled made Addie's gaze return to June and she barked out a laugh at the site that she saw there. Some idiot had tried to interrupt her fun, and she'd been behaving so nicely too. Such a shame. Now they'd really caused themselves a problem by awakening the one person who is essentially an arsenal all on their own. Something she was already proving as she moved forward, leaving a variety of blades in her wake. The demon grinned wickedly when she was offered a choice and her arm tensed for a moment before the sharpened end of the warped pole she had pierced through the front of her shield's body.

"Much appreciated," she chimed somewhat cheerfully, her mood had improved noticeably since people had begun to fall and she abandoned the guard's body to move over and pick up a couple of smaller knives. Whilst she may not be very adept at hand to hand combat the demoness is more than capable with a blade. Not all of the blades, but once she's judged the weight of one, which she did now with a delicate little flip, she could throw it between somebody's eyes well enough, which she executed in the next moment with a deadly flick of her wrist towards one of the guards that had just rushed in.. The widened eyes of the man, full of confusion, was comical and just a small drop of blood fell between his eyes before the body crumpled unceremoniously to the ground.

Not willing to stand still for too long, she didn't want to be more of a target than she allready was, the demon bent forward to collect another knife from the floor with a brighter burst of laughter, "if I'm going back to solitary I might as well enjoy myself beforehand."

[ADAM CHASE WARLOW]

Maybe his counselor would understand, but Adam couldn't be sure. The man was overly nice and that made Adam wary. He suspected at any given moment David would prove to be like everyone else. He would think him troublesome, unable to conform. What if the man refused to teach him how to change his appearance!? What if he was stuck like this forever? The thoughts didn't douse the flames but instead rekindled them. Adam stayed motionless on the ground after the electricity had finished running its course. He hated Manson and their special weapons. He didn't like that they could touch him. He was dead! No one was supposed to be able to touch him! Why was it that people couldn't hug him, or give him a high five but they could hurt him with their tools!? Why were bad things able to happen but not the good?

The anger welled up all over again and June had dropped enough weapons to support a small army. Adam raised his head slowly, his brow furrowed as he glared at his 'attackers'. He screamed at them, the sort of scream a child does when they're angry beyond comprehension. As if screaming would make all their problems go away. For Adam, that was almost a possibility. Blades lifted from the ground and skewered as many guards he could in the new burst of anger before another round of tasers came his way. Adam dropped back to the ground, writhing in pain and anger. If he could get back up he would, but for now, he was at a disadvantage. Adam had it set in his mind. He would never forgive and he would never forget. Every guard in Manson had just become a target and he would not stop until he had had his revenge.

The sad part is, this could have all been avoided if only they'd given him time outdoors. Even thirty minutes would have sufficed. They had been unwilling to work with him and for that, they had invoked a hatred so raw that a dead child who could hold a grudge forever, would show no mercy when crossing the paths of those who had done him wrong and everyone that resembled them. No one would be safe. Adam Chase Warlow swore to that. 

[MELINDA ELIZA JENKINS]

Mel was unaware of most of what was going on around herself while she was twitching on the ground. Nor was she really paying attention to the frost creeping along the floor spreading out from her curled up form. The air around her was rapidly getting colder until she was covered in a thick layer of frost. Anyone trying to touch her right now would get a nasty frostbite and get covered in ice themselves if they weren't careful, but she'd stopped shaking at least. 

Whatever else was going on around her, Mel didn't care about the fight anymore as she was getting back to her feet. She wasn't trying to cool the rest of the room, but right now she wasn't exactly in control either, so if it got colder as she moved towards the door, it was unintentional. "Don't touch me," she told a guard once she reached one by the door. "Just unlock the doors and get me to my room." She knew she was heading there anyway after this and probably for a long time, so might as well just head there without getting shocked again. Even if she was freezing the floor with every step right now. At least her room was equipped to handle colder temperatures, it seemed like the best place for her to get herself back in control and less likely to get her shocked again than sticking around and a second shock right now might just burst some pipes in the room as well as ruin the sprinklers. It wasn't worth it when she wasn't hungry anymore. 

[JUNE ARTEMISIA MONTGOMERY]

I WOULDN'T HOLD MY BREATH IF I WAS YOU

'CAUSE I'LL FORGET BUT I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU

DON'T YOU KNOW, DON'T YOU KNOW

TRUE FRIENDS STAB YOU IN THE FRONT

June would have found it funny to see that look on Addie's face. She might have even teased the demon and asked if she gave The Flea that same look when he sad something she didn't like. June was still both annoyed and curious as to why Addie hadn't turned that retched little egg into a science project. Her 'friend' was being ridiculous. It hadn't occurred to her that Addie might feel the same way in regards to her relationship with Wolf, but June wasn't dating Wolf, or so she would argue if the topic was ever brought to her attention.

Unlike her demon 'friend', June was a bit disappointed to see the snow had stopped falling. It also alerted her that Melinda was down. The homunculus rolled her eyes at the thought. How pathetic. One little taser and the fun was all over. June mentally put an X over Mel's face. She didn't need non-fighters in the group. She needed people that could hold their own when the time came to bring Manson to its knees. She'd enjoyed every second of watching the school crumble. She would have to settle on this little riot for now. And then there was the ghost child. He'd started this whole thing and he too was no longer useful. Another X to mark out another useless person. June had once considered teaching someone, a man she'd named Little Mouse, but it had been a waste. He'd run off and hid in his little hole. People really weren't worth the ground they stood on.

"Much obliged," she replied as she moved through the guards, cutting them down with precision. June was the type of person that would use whoever she could, whenever she could if it benefited her cause. Addie, however, was someone that June might consider an equal if she wasn't so set on keeping everyone at a distance. The white haired woman was, however, pleased to see Addie's mood had improved. It meant more guards would fall and in turn, their lives would be a little more private. Less watchful eyes to keep track of their movements, even if they were all bound to be taken to solitary after this.

With that being said, she noticed the way Addie used the knives she'd picked up. She knew the demon was capable of skinning people alive with perfection, but there was something about watching a blade placed between the eyes that instilled a sense of respect in the humanoid being. Addie was admirable. "A memorable moment in the history of Manson," she added. "Add it to the pages." Moments later the little boy was screaming again and June had only a moment's notice to take cover before she too ended up a human pincushion. She lay prone, blade still clutched in her hand as she watched a masterpiece being made. "Hmm, didn't think he had it him," she mused. Adam was a wild card and she could use a wild card. Her gaze slowly drifted towards the door as Mel headed out, surrendering like a coward despite the temperature drop. "Traitor."

Getting back to her feet, June continued in her conquest for bloodshed and death until she too met her match. They'd brought in more equipped personnel, but even she couldn't fight forever when this heavily outnumbered. Regardless, she didn't go down without a fight and when it was all said and done, June was feeling victorious because captured or not, her oppressors had suffered a great deal of loss.

Notes: Great thread guys, thanks a lot

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