This is Getting Old {Open}

[jones]

Jonsey stormed out of another annoying History class. She'd wanted to get into an argument with that teacher so bad, but she knew there were worse consequences than an argument here. She took a deep breath, running her fingers roughly through her hair as she moved through the hallways to find the stairwell. She'd always found it comfortable at the top, where not many people traveled that far up unless they were up to something. Jonsey always shooed them away from her spot though, not wanting to be bothered on even a normal day. She let her bag hang off f one shoulder as she made the way up, ignoring the kids she walked by as she tried to go up as fast as she could. The kids, teachers, classroom, and pretty much everything else about this school was starting to get on her last nerve. She hated had a drink in a few days and it was starting to make her feel irritable and quick to glare at someone for giving her the wrong looks.

Jonsey finally got to the top of the stairwell, sighing when she saw it was empty. She sat down, leaning against a wall and putting her bag beside her. It’d been long day. She’d woken up late, forgotten her homework for Science, screwed up one of her programs in Computers, and almost got hit by some girl’s book bag when wasn’t paying attention where she was flinging it. “God I knew high school was rough, but this place is pure hell.” She mumbled to herself, leaning her head back on the wall and closing her eyes for a few minutes, hoping no one would come up and disturb her.

[francescabianchi]

Frankie walked briskly up the stairs. She was making a hasty getaway from her Chemistry teacher, who seemed to have taken offense to the fact that Frankie more often than not simply chose not to go to the dumb class. Stupid, the woman should be happy, she'd showed up today, hadn't she? But no, the old hag was looking a gift horse right in the mouth, and had ominously been heading towards Frankie as the bell went, looking very much like she was going to try doling out detention. Well, that may be all well and good for some, but Frankie had barely been in the mood for classes today, let alone for detention. She she pretended she hadn't seen the woman approaching ans slipped out the door, walking speedily towards the stairs.

Sure enough, the plan worked, the old bat didn't care enough to have to chase the teen up more than a flight, and as Frankie rounded up towards the top floor, she paused, listening for the tell tale sounds of orthopedic shoes fallowing her up, and heard nothing but silence. She grinned. Frankie:1, Faculty:0. She figured she'd wait upstairs for a few minutes for the coast to clear before heading down and out to the dorms. Surprisingly, she heard a soft voice muttering. Confused, she walked up the last few stairs and rounded the corner to see a pretty blonde girl sitting against the wall with her eyes closed.

Frankie raised an eyebrow, leaning against the wall casually. “You know, talking to yourself probably isn't a good sign hun” she said with a small smile.[/size]

[jones]

Jonsey heard a voice speaking, probably directed at her and she sighed. Great, just what I need. The school psychiatrist. She licked her lips and opened her green eyes, at first, just staring at the ceiling above her. She finally flicked her gaze down to see a girl looking at her with a smile pressed on her face. If Jonsey had been in a better mood, she might've just let the girl take out whatever rant she wanted to on her, it may have even been a bit of fun. But at the moment, all she wanted was to be alone for a while and not have anyone try to screw up her day anymore than it had been. "Look, if you're looking for someone to mess with, I'm sure there's a bunch of Freshmans down stairs that would be much more intimidated by...you" Jonsey had looked the girl over and didn't find her intimidating at all. On the contrary, she could tell this girl would probably be more of an annoying pest that a fighting opponent. She closed her eyes again and returned to leaning against the wall, hoping the brunette would go find someone else to mess with.

[francescabianchi]

Frankie's smile dropped when the girl spoke, and the short brunette let out an annoyed sigh. She had hopped that as she'd been being friendly, the girl would respond in kind. Seemed she was out of luck though, and the blonde was clearly a bitch. Frankie was used to the fact that people thought she was an easy target because of her size and her looks, and back at home, her spot on the cheer team. It had taken quite a few fights and more than one broken nose to get the stupid so called 'tough' girls to leave her the hell alone. She'd hoped she wouldn't have to go through that same shit here, Paps would be pissed if she was sent to detention for sending another student to the hospital wing. But like hell was she going to let people walk all over her. She stood up from the wall, crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her big eyes at the other girl. “ Right, I was actually just trying to make conversation, but you know what? Now that you mention it, I think 'messing' with you is just what I'm in the mood for ” she said. Frankie Bianchi was not a girl that was easily intimidated, nor one that backed down. If blondie wanted a fight, she would certainly get one.[/size]

[jones]

Jonsey opened her eyes again, staring straight ahead when she heard the girl speaking again. Goddamn, couldn't these kids just leave her alone. She rubbed one of her eyes with her palm and turned an annoyed stare back to the girl who was standing above her. "Look Princess, most people can tell when someone's not in the mood for conversation. Try your sentence with a 'hi' next time and I might just give a you a nice "go away" next time." Jonsey refrained from rolling her yes, shaking her head and sighing instead, looking straight ahead again. She could already tell that this girl wasn't going to leave her alone, and if Jonsey had to insult her way into solitude, then so be it. She was not going to let a little talkative pixie roam around her and make her day a successful living hell. "Don't you have any girlfriends you can go find and giggle with?"

[francescabianchi]

Frankie's eyes narrowed further. Well that did it. She'd been annoyed before, now she was pissed. Who did this bitch think she was calling 'princess'? Frankie was not about to walk away because some surly, uptight chick wasn't in the mood. Screw that, this chick started something with her, and Frankie would be damned if she wasn't going to finish it. She tried to be nice, had only spoken at all truly in the interest of making conversation, and this girl thought that being rude and mocking her was a good response? Hell no. Seemed like a foolhardy thing to do, for either of them really. Frankie sometimes forgot where she was. This wasn't a normal high school, the blonde could easily be in here because she was a total nut case who'd done god knows what. Then again, for all the girl knew, Frankie was as well. It was certainly a case of jumping into the dark without knowing what to expect.

Frankie really just didn't care. She was no stranger to fights, and once someone pushed her into getting angry, something that was way easier to do than she would ever admit, she wasn't about to back down for anything. It didn't matter if the person was some scrawny looking blonde teenager, or a 200 pound boxer, when Frankie was on the offensive, she just didn't give a flying f*ck. It was more that complete lack of fear, and indifference to whether she was bruised or broken in the process that had gotten her a reputation at her old school. She didn't win fights because of strength, or skill, but because when she got in them, the girl was a complete beserker who could give a crap if she was hurt because of it. Maybe getting into a scuffle because of a few slights was a bit of an overkill, but in her experience, Frankie found the best way to get someone to stop that kind of shit for good, was to take a very direct approach. And a punch in the face was a pretty clear signal to interpret.

“ How about next time you don't act like such a douche bag, yeah?” She said, stepping away from the wall towards the other girl, still sitting on the steps. She grabbed a hunk of the blonds curls, yanking upwards to pull the girl to her feet “ And I'll run off to giggle with my girlfriends after I kick your ass.”[/size]

[jones]

Jonsey had just about had it with this annoying, persistent chick. She was about to get up and just tell her to get lost. When she was in a mood like this, 'Get the hell out of here' was about as nice as Jonsey could get. There was no 'please' or 'just leave me alone'. Maybe calling the girl insults right off the bat wasn't the smartest thing to do, considering where they were both dumped, but at the moment, she just really wanted this girl to leave her alone. She had no idea what her day had been like and she had no idea how short Jonsey's temper could get on a day like this.

How about next time you don't act like a douche bag, yeah?

"What're you- HEY!" Jonsey felt her hair being pulled so her butt was off the top step of the stairs. It took her a minute to realize that the girl was the idiot who had decided to grab the wrong chick's hair. It didn't hurt Jonsey, but it did startle her and it made her heart quicken with rage. Who the hell does this chick think she is? It didn't matter anymore whether or not this girl was a psychotic killer or a regular person looking for a fight. This had gone far enough and Jonsey wasn't about to let this girl f*ck with her. She stood up, letting the girl still tug on her hair; Jonsey wasn't tender headed and she doubted she would've been able to feel it with how pissed she was. "You've got about 3 seconds to let me the f*ck go before you're thrown down these stairs."

Jonsey moved and quickly swung her foot behind the girl's left knee, making her fall back even though her hand was still in her hair. Jonsey sat on the chick's stomach and held her other hand above her head. "I'm not going to fight you, chick. All I want you to do is leave me the f*ck alone and go screw with someone else." Jonsey wasn't in the mood to fight with this girl at all, but she would if she had to. She'd probably get a few bruises, judging on the grip this chick had, and into a lot of trouble, but Jonsey wasn't just going to let this girl walk all over her because she wanted a 'conversation'. "You know, if you wanted to talk to me so f*cking badly, you could've waited to find me later or something." Jonsey said, a sigh following after it.

[francescabianchi]

Frankie was startled when the blonde suddenly, had her on the ground, sitting in her stomach and had her other hand pinned above her head, but she didn't let go of her death grip on her hair. What the hell was this, some kind of lesbian fight club? Who frickin sits on someone? The girl was talking, Frankie could tell that much, but mostly only heard a dull buzz in her ears, a dull buzz of rage. How dare this stupid little bitch. She struggled under the girl's weight, trying to shift her off. It was an unfortunate that Frankie's size didn't reflect her moxie. At 5'3 and a little over 110 pounds, she wasn't capable of much brute force.

She glared up at the girl “ I don't give a shit about 'having a conversation' with you. You just started acting like a freaking bitch.” she spat, still squirming. This was ridiculous, Frankie wasn't going to just lay on the ground and wait for this girl to let her up. Damn psycho would probably keep her pinned here for ages, and gods knows what kind of sicko thrills it gave her. Now, Frankie wasn't above fighting a little dirty, and at this point, she just wanted blondie off of her. Unless you were a gorgeous man, Frankie wasn't all that keen on you sitting on top of her. She detached her hand from the other girls hair as she brought up her knee quickly. The move was hardly as effective on girls as it would be on a guy, but anyone who'd gotten a shot to the box before could attest, it was far from pleasant. As her knee shit the other girl, she pushed back on her shoulder with her free hand, using the shift in the other girls weight to scramble out from under her, wrenching her other arm from her grip as she did so. Frankie got to her feet, here eyes narrowed into slits “ If you don't want a goddamn fight, you shouldn't have started one” [/size]

[jones]

Jonsey kept from laughing as the girl started squirming under her. At the moment, she almost seemed like she was more talk and less fight. Rolling her eyes when she heard the girl say she didn't want a conversation anymore, she let her cockiness slip out a little. "If you don't want a conversation anymore, you should probably stop trying. God, this girl just didn't know when to drop it. Jonsey wasn't doing anything and this girl was really ticking her off. She just really wanted to f*ck her day up even more and make her have a stupid fight with this stupid girl.

She felt a sharp pain and completely lost her grip on the girl as she felt her knee dig into her. She clenched her teeth to keep from letting out any sign that it had hurt bad. She didn't care if she showed it hurt a little, but she wasn't going to scream out like a child and be a pansy about it. She glared back at the girl. "I wasn't the one who was looking for a fight. You're the one who walked up saying something about me talking to myself. Then couldn't take a hint to blow off." She got up and rolled her shoulders, taking a step away from the girl, but still keeping the glare on her face. "Are you psychotic or just out of your mind? Jonsey had been using ways to get into BAD as sort of an insult towards people since she got here. But it also gave her a way to figure out a few people and why they had been sent here in the first place. It was almost like she would go through a fight just to get to know someone. This girl had shown her she didn't put up with shit and Jonsey figured she was the rude one in the situation. If she wasn't so stubborn and prideful, she might've tried making friends with the girl. but if there was one thing that Jonsey Donman wasn't, it was two face. And a move like that would be just as good as wearing a shirt that had an arrow pointed to her face saying "I'm with Two-Faced Bitch."

[francescabianchi]

Frankie kept her hands clenched into fists at her sides, ready to lash out if this stupid girl took a step closer to her. Christ, all she'd wanted to do was get away from her geriatric Chem teacher, not have some bitchy chick start a pointless battle with her. For f*cks sake, this was a waste of her time. But she couldn't walk away, not without looking like a pansy, and Frankie was not about to make the stereotypes that so many people already had of her seem true. She shook her head, scoffing at the girl. “ I said one thing to you and you started acting like a bitch. Survey says you started this shit.”

Are you psychotic, or just out of your mind?[/color]

Frankie put her hands on her hips at that comment, letting out a bark of laughter “Are you kidding me? If anyone is the whack job in this situation, it's you. I just don't like people being bitches for no damn reason. You're the one who seems to have some deep seeded problem with people. Last I checked, you don't have rights to the damn stairwell. If it's really bugging you that damn much, you can leave.” She said shaking her head. Unbelievable. The girl had spunk, Frankie would give her that. She appreciated spunk. But not enough to make bestest buds and start french braiding each other's hair. [/font][/size]

[jones]

Jonsey threw her hands in the air. "What the f*ck! All I said was "if you're looking for someone to mess with, I'm sure there's a bunch of Freshmans down stairs that would be much more intimidated by you". How the hell am I being a bitch when you're the one who came up saying I was talking to myself and going to crazy. Sorry if I didn't find that 'friendly' with the mood I'm in." She put her hands on her hips. She honestly didn't care who started what, they were both acting like bitches right now. Chain of Reactions really had a way of making Jonsey have a bad day, one thing led to another and this thing just seemed to be the last straw that Jonsey finally blew up in this random girl's face. She may not have been willing to apologize, but she was willing to just tell the girl that they both needed an attitude check for the day.

Jonsey didn't usually back down from a fight if it wasn't her fault, but she could see how both of them were wrong and neither of them were winning this fight because they were both stubborn. Was she going to make up with the girl this second? Hell no. Would she agree to a truce if it was offered? Maybe. But right now, she just really wanted to get back to her dorm and away from the people. She was hoping that nobody had been roomed with her yet so that nobody would just walk in and piss her off even more.

[francescabianchi]

Frankie sighed, this girl had run the gamut, from mildly annoying her, to pissing her off, and now finally exasperated. “Which would be a bitchy thing for you to say. Jesus, is sarcasm completely lost on people in this school? she muttered the last part, saying it more to herself than to the other girl. This was beyond ridiculous. She was just going to keep her mouth shut from now on, let other people approach her instead. For christs sake, in a normal school, her comment would have been seen as friendly sarcastic banter, but no, not in Blackwood's school for nut jobs. Here it was apparently a personal afront.

Frankie held up her hands “ You know what? Doesn't matter. I don't give a flying f*ck, and frankly this is so not worth my time.” she said shaking her head. This had gone from proving a point that she wasn't going to let some random chick push her around, to just being a pain in the ass. “ You just go back to staring at the ceiling or whatever the hell you were doing, oddly enough, I think I can do better.” she said rolling her eyes.[/size]

[jones]

Jonsey finally let her palm hit her forehead and she sighed, shaking her head. This chick was obviously about as close to done as Jonsey was herself. She would've told her that she had no way of knowing how it would've been sarcasm in a place like this, where you can't always take people seriously, but she decided to just let it go. She didn't want to pick up another fight and start up another pointless argument that would make the both of them waste their time.

Jonsey rolled her eyes at the girl's last comment, giving a snicker at the last bit about she could better. "I bet you could. God you're just a stubborn bitch." Jonsey actually had a smirk along with the last word, showing it wasn't really an insult now, but a title. Jonsey leaned back on the wall, not sitting down just yet and looked the girl over quickly. "So do you just want to walk away, or now that we've both cooled off, do you want to actually try that conversation thing again?" She wasn't really sure how much this girl had cooled off, but she knew after a shitty day and then a good argument, Jonsey always felt a little better. Not enough to make friends with this random chick, but enough to at least exchange names and then be on their way if she didn't want to deal with her any longer. Maybe they'd even run into each other when they were both in a better mood.

[francescabianchi]

Frankie looked at the other girl with a raised eyebrow.  Christ, it really only was in a place like this where almost coming to blows would be considered conversational foreplay.  The girl in front of her had gone from abrasive to friendly in a matter of minutes, all because it appeared Frankie was a ‘stubborn bitch’.  Well, maybe friendly was a bit too strong, but less hostile at least.  Well Frankie was still new enough in the school that she wouldn’t turn her nose up at the opportunity of friendship, or at least civility, just because the other person seemed a little volatile.
 
She thought it was odd, but at the same time, it seemed like the threat of a fight had passed, and the remaining bit of tension she held in her shoulders relaxed.  She leaned back casually against the wall, still watching the other girl.  “ Oh, now you want a conversation?  What, did I have to pass some kind of test or something to be deemed worthy?” perhaps sarcasm wasn’t the most prudent course, since that’s what started the almost tussle before, but Frankie wasn’t one who could easily rein that in.  “ I suppose that’ll work for me… So what’s you’re name anyway?  I’m Frankie.”[/size]

[jones]

Jonsey kept the smirk on her face, knowing the girl was probably a bit confused at her sudden switch in behavior. She wasn't trying to be friends, but she didn't need any enemies in this school either, so since they had both were just being more annoyed towards the end of the fight, it might as well have turned to a conversation since Jonsey didn't feel like walking through the halls of people just yet. She knew there would still be a bit of a crowd since people liked to talk after class. She'd let a few more minutes go by before she actually headed back to her dorm. That's what she always came to the top of the stairs for, to wait out the annoying traffic.

Jonsey snickered, shrugging. "Sure, let's go with that. had to make sure you weren't a serial killer before I actually had conversation. I do his with everyone." She said the last with a bit of exaggeration to show she wasn't serious about that part. She folded her arms and relaxed a little, tilting her head when Frankie introduced herself. She wasn't going to make a comment about the name sounding a bit boyish because Jonsey had a worse one. Jones. "Jonsey. Jonsey Donman." She said simply. It was how she always introduced herself: first name, then both.