Survival Of The Fittest

Kristey gave a slight smile.
She needed an outlet for her anger, and it looks like she just found one.

despite the other students in the classroom yelling for her to stop, she picked Francis up, throw him around behind her, and punched him in the face, sending him to the floor.

"Remember children, you should always study."
She had a smile on her face as she slowly started walking towards him

Francis smashed into the floor at a weird angle. He shrieked.

"Is it too late to ask you to stop?"

Kristey smiled at him, and kelt down to level with him.
"Your place is down here on the floor, remember that."

She got up, and went back to her desk, and got the water that she wanted earlier. She took a huge drink of it.

Francis looked stunned. He still had his hand on his pencil. He stood up, and attempted to stab it into Kristey's back while she walked away.

Kristey grabbed the boy's arm, and took the pencil from him.
"Disgusting."
She proceeded to take a swipe at him with her fingernails, which left a few deep cuts on his face.

Francis stood there still stunned.

".......sorry."

(OOC: Can I drop in? o_O Gotta shake off some RP cobwebs.)

All this ruckus has caught the attention of the other students in the room, in particular those of Marvin Hendrick, whose attention had been previously directed out the window. Homeroom was not one of those classes that particularly attracted him, then again neither were his other classes. He does not look visibly shaken at all by the sudden outburst of violence, not one hair in his slicked-back 'do sticking out.

As Francis collided with the floor with a good amount of force, he got up from his seat to take a better look. He seems curious if not interested in the situation, as it would normally be his own clique (read Reneé and the others) dishing out nice helpings of pain. He even smirks a bit as the girl leaves the boy a pitiful mess of himself, it almost reminds him of his "boss" and her most frequent victim.

Despite the teacher's requests to maintain calm, several students have already started gathering around the scene of the fight, although the ring is very wide in diameter to give both the instigator and victim some elbow space.

His cliquemates that take part in this homeroom are scattered about the students surrounding the fight, giving him just a hint of reservation, yet it doesn't show either. He crosses his arms and maintains his smirk. There's some potential in this chick..., he thinks...

Kristey eyeballs Francis one last time before picking her book up again and reading.

"I'll give you this final warning: one wrong move and I'll make you regret you, or your family members, were even born."

She took another drink of water.

(ooc: Glad to have you in)

Unfortunately for Kristey, the bottle of water was not there. It was coincidentally, in Francis's hand...

Kristey looked at Francis again, her eyes turning a darker shade than before.

"You pathetic, little worm."

She stood up again.

"Ahh-ur..."

Francis stumbled back away from her, and tripped on a backpack, falling backwards.

Kristey went into her backpack and grabbed a pair of sharp scissors and made her way towards Francis.

"Coakcroach!"

"Ah!"

Francis actually shrieked.

He stammered.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!"

Kristey smiled at him.
"Kill you? Who said that I would kill you?"

She proceeded to take a swipe at Francis, and slashed him across the chest.

Suprisingly, and quite luckily, Francis actually didn't get slashed THAT badly. He backed away even more, and though it did hit him a little, it mostly slashed his shirt. He started scooting away and away, until he hit the wall.