Fuck. You.

[Artemis Chekov]

Oh was she angry. And that my friends is never a good sign. Not for this certain aggresive lunitic of a teacher. Not for Artemis, this woman was a dominatrix femme fatal who was flaming mad.



She was sober too.




Well....partly sober.



Ten shots of Tequila had only gotten her slightly buzzed.



Which is another not good sign.


So here she was, strutting down the halls in five inch stiletto heels, packing more guns then a battle droid, covered in leather and of course.....



Artemis's purple hair lashed about like an angry tail on a lioness, waiting to pounce on some foolish young student trying to prove him or herself. Red eyes blazed with the heat of a missle aiming for that one poor bastard in a sheep field just minding his own business.


She was here to raise hell.






Miss Chekov (Why she never got married Lord only knows) was just exploding for a fight. Reaching out for it with her long black polished nails.


Whipping out her shotgun from it's home on her back holster, Artemis cocked it and shot it at the nearest kid she could spot.

" No running in the halls."


And now that she wounded one...which silly little student would play the hero?








Who would be stupid enough to rise to the challenge?

[Nymn Farshaw]

The boy just walked down the halls, just like any normal day. Trying to get to his classes and such, but he now had a period that was free, must have been some glitch in the system or an oversight. He didn't know or care, all he knew was he was free for the next hour or so.

He took a small breath and his right hand instantly went to his ribs gingerly. They still hurt and were bandaged up from his fight with Joar, they didn't hurt as bad but they were still a bit tender. His left hand was still in a splint from the wrist being broken. He still had another month for that to heal fully.

He gave a sigh and shook his black hair with red streaks from his cool green eyes. He didn't have the contacts in today so they weren't the usually seen red color. He then rolled his shoulder trying to correct his white dress shirt as it was leaning towards one side more then the other. He wore tan cargo pants and Van tennis shoes. His standard attire.

He turned a corner to see an adult, a teacher, shoot a student and saying 'No running in the halls.' Some of these teachers were nice like the Vice and Miss Lunari, but some were sadistic, he didn't know of any others really but he knew this one was.

He looked up at the woman. She had purple hair and was wearing a leather outfit, and carrying enough guns to rob a bank. He didn't think he could take her on but at least he knew that when he did he would be doing it for the right reason.

"Hey, leave 'em alone, sure he may have ran in the halls but that still gives you no right to shoot someone. Prison school or not it doesn't call for it." He said looking straight at her, not a sense of doubt in his mind. He knew he was going to get hurt, pretty damn bad. But hey, at least he had a good run here at this school.