Saint Joseph School

Kris never made it to her quad. She sat in the grass, between the Wingra Tree and Lycia's memorial. As she sat, she waged a manic battle in her head that was half beating herself up for all of the things that never went right, to cheerfully accepting that she had a different place in the grand scheme.

It still did nothing to resolve that she felt the hollowness of the quad, since Stasis had left. She saw Stasis was in the gym, and knew it wasn't where she belonged. Stasis had made it clear that Kris had no place with or around her. She turned it over in her head, and decided that it was just how things went. One day you were in the number one slot, and the next, you were out in the cold.

Although, Kris had added both Kali and Annie to her circle of friends. They did alot to make her feel like she was valid. She had, yet again other good things to smile about. She just wished that Stasis was still there. Nobody made her feel as safe as Stasis did. Well, except for Arrow. But, that was different. He couldn't help her when the scratchy thing was in the ceiling, at night.

((Please pardon the angsty entry. I just had to get it out, and actually express [yet again] Kris' feelings. Anyone is free to add to this thread, to make it an angst vent, or to make it into something else. Just needed to write some stuff.))

Paula was bored. Em was in detention, the guys of the campus were rooted to the bleachers watching the witless wonders of the campus bounce and giggle like animated barbie dolls, and she didn't want to go and leave Em, and have too much fun on the streets, until she was out of detention. There had to be something to do on campus. Something fun. Anything.

Detention!

Paula spotted the red haired nerdy girl alone between a tree and some sort of marker. Smiling, she had a plan. She would either have her fun with this girl, or get detention. Either way, boredom went away! Walking up, she put on a pissed face.

"iOye! Whathcu think you're doing on my grass, roja? You better go runnin' to your quad or somethin', 'cause I'm takin' dis day out on you," she said menacingly.

((Okay. You said I could add to it, so here goes! Nothing personal.))

"iOye! Whathcu think you're doing on my grass, roja? You better go runnin' to your quad or somethin', 'cause I'm takin' dis day out on you," were the words that menacingly shot from the hispanic girl's mouth.

Until now, the worst Kris had to deal with was the occaisional jab from Jubilation on the Comm. But, this was different. Something told her to run, but, her core of being said to stand, and be like the hero she wanted to be. The other half screamed that this was not the time or place to make the stand, but, slowly Kris stood, and took off her glasses.

"No," was all that came from her mouth before her sight was lit up like the Fourth of July, her teeth jarred, and a loud "BOP" sounded inside her skull.

Paula was overjoyed to hear the magic word no. It meant she was going to detention for fighting, at the very least. She just needed to drag it out long enough to get caught, and not do anything major to the little geek.

BOP

Her offhanded fist popped the girl in her right eye. Now she could sport a shiner like a true badge, not the stupid badges handed out by City Hall. As the girl staggered backward Paula let her right hand miss.

"What's tdat, roja? You tellin' me no? I'm gonna hafta teach you how to be obedient. You got dat," she sneered, even if a bit jovially. With a shove, the hispanic pushed the red haired girl to the ground with a single, effortless shove, then hopped ontop, straddling the girl, who looked to be coming back to her senses.

"Pally! Ain't ya' got anything better ta do, chica?" Em called as she strode across the commons towards her Hispanic roommate.

At the moment, the girl was sitting straddled on top of a red haired student, preparing to beat the girl senseless.

"Cut it out, amiga...if you get a detention this evening, what am I supposed to do all night?" After the last few hours, she certainly wasn't keen to go back again so soon.

Kris looked to the side to see a brown haired girl approaching. She wished she could see better, but her glasses were currently a few feet away, near her saviour. With a sigh of relief from Kris, the hispanic girl withheld her next blow, and looked thoughtful for a second.

"Listen. I was just sitting by my best-friend's memorial. Can you just let me go? I won't stay around to be in your way. Promise. Oh... Uhm, may I have my glasses?"

Paula looked at the red haired girl and smirked, after a few moments of thought. She leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.

"And there by the grace of God, you are saved, rojita. I look forward to the next dance. Maybe something more... personal? Hm," Paula taunted in a low whisper to the girl before turning to Em, and hopping up. "Sorry. I just lost it, for a few seconds. I'll try harder, okay?"

"You got gravel for brains, Pally?" Em teased her friend as she helped her stand up. She smirked slightly, knowing that she wouldn't have stopped Pally from beating up the girl if it hadn't interferred with her own plans for the weekend.

"C'mon, lets get out of this joint. There's much better things to be doing than hanging around where we can overhear the cheerleaders..."

"You just had ta mention da Barbie Brigade, dinchu? iDios mio! Yeah, let's blow this joint," Paula nodded consent. "Wanna get a bite to eat? My treat."

(( it's not polite to have a fight and not invite Jaygo.. bad form!!!))

"If it ain't cafeteria food, I'm definately in the mood." Em grinned as she grabbed her friend by the arm, and started to walk away.

"Even more so if I don't have to pay for it."

Kris watched the two leave, and crawled to her glasses. Not even thinking to heal herself, she collapsed at her eyewear and cried for a few minutes, but tried not to be loud about it. She hurt from the rocks in the dirt, and her head still felt like it was stuffed with painful cotton.

The walls of goodness and justice came crumbling down. Maybe those guys who ran with Biff were right. Maybe might did make right. There was no vindication for the victim. Justice was an illusion.

((A kind hand is better than no hand? A look inot pu's mind, mostly exparamentation))


I happend to be on my way back from the field the day was very peacefull my body however was not. maby it was starting to come back that sickness that rattled thorugh my body now and then. All i know was.....it was starting to get hot...

Pluto moved through the air with the fenness and a cat-like grace, ferly silently smooth like she was born to move in the air her slinder soft fingers griped a stone piller that lay on the outer part of the grass aria. Hovering a few feet from the ground she saw the figure of Kirs laying on the ground her expression showed signs of intrest in the situation.

She gracegully moved around the large stone monument to the other side pokeing her head around, her silky green hair hung and fell from her back, obsurved two members unknown to pluto exiting away......

"What is going on?" She thought to herself.

She gracefuly elavated to the roof upside down her hands sliped up form her hips and gracefully around her C sized chest. Ajusting her green round glasses in an inquisitive nature, her hair flowing beneat her from what ever air flow passes around her.

"A fight?" She thought hearing weaping from Kris.

"....hehhhhh She deserved it....... "


"Help her!"


"....you could be doing better things......LET HER ROT!!"


"She needs you"

She shook her head as if coming out of a trance

Pluto in a sly mannor twisted her way around the piller once like a snak in coil, and droped to the deck of the floor and out into the grass still silent and twisting windng her way to where there redhead lay.......

The heat from her body warmed the aria and a sothing relaxing aura fallowed, a small brease of open air flowed down cooling the aira off enough and the temature incrased.

Pulling her mask down she let her warm hand touch the side of the redheads cheak, she almost melted notceing her soft her skin was as she slid her index finger up wiping away a tear.

"Hallo mine dear...." She said softly her german acent although harsh soothing like a mothers voice.

She hoverd just above Kris her smile as warm as the aura around her.

Kris looked up to see it was Pu-244. She had no idea what to say. Already she could feal the side of her face was puffing up, and her right eye was almost shut from the swelling. She felt so ashamed, that she called herself a Defender, and let this happen to herself.

"G-Green," she asked, reaching to put her glasses on. "Why? Why did she do it? I was just minding my own business..."

Confusion showed on her face. Wincing from accidentally poking herslf wit her glasses, she tried again. A bit tight on the right, but at least she could see.

Pluto couldent actualy see...realy anything...Clinicly shes is blind....but her actions prove otherwise...somthing she always conisterd natural and unimportant.

Pluto saw the wince....her eye was swolen and her eyes imedietly started to inspect it as well as her hands. If there was one thing pluto know it was anatomy.


"ssshhhhh Is s'v'olin mine dear.." she said more of a doctor now.

Both of her hands touched both of her cheaks her soft kins sliding her glasses off and puting her hand over her eye sliding it in the most soft gental manor possable as the aura was one of her powers a aura of healing focused down to the top of her finger reducing the swelling within a few short painless seconds.

Her smile was wide and bright so much so her eyes had to close it was an amusing sight to behold as pluto slide her glasses back on.

Pluto kissed krisses cheek and smiled "You will be fine mine dear.." she said.

Fallowing up to her question "She is weak and knows jo are ahh....peacefull? no?"

Pluto slily moved over Kris then around the tree that was ajasent to her behind the tree she moved and placed her fingers around the bark skin and leand to one side her hair flowed with her in the most fenness like mannor "She spies and see you...somewhere....noware..." in a sly voice.

She slides down the tree and lays on the grass both hands under her chin palms down so she looked into the eyes of the defender.

"Un-'z'en she struts up to you....knowing your v'eekness....atacks...where you are v'eakest. Mind ...body.. torment to show power....v'hy?" she said sruging slightly "because she is v'eak, z'eh paragon goverment defines them as stalkers...bullies....good maby intentions ...maby not...." Her voice serious

"It matters no Ja?" she reaches foward and puts a finger on her forhead "Is v'hat in here z'at matters, no?..." Puts a hand on her own chest "...un-here as v'ell. If in the right place jo are truly good, and suddenly none of z'is matters." She smiles.