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i'll keep you my--- Dinner at Cry Wolf was always an ordeal, especially on a weekday. The lines were long, the students were obnoxious, and if your timing was wrong they would either be out of everything and you'd have to wait an additional forever or your food would be lukewarm from heating trays. To put it frankly, Tiffany hated having to put up with school meals. It was her least favorite part of being at boarding school (though it did still beat living at home with her mother). As such, she worked very hard to make sure she always made it to the cafeteria at an ideal time. Too early and nothing would be ready. Too late and everything would be gone. But if you got there fifteen minutes before the dinner rush started to file in, meals could actually be pleasant. Too bad tonight wasn't going to be one of those nights. Oh how the young witch loathed group projects! Why do with others what one could easily get an A on herself? Group members weighed her down, held her back, and half the time didn't do what they were supposed to. Her grades meant a good deal to her considering she wanted that pristine 4.0 GPA. That fact that her fate was now in the hands of other people made her stomach churn. And if somebody screwed up she wouldn't necessarily be at leisure to redo everything herself. Her group was already off to a bad start. They'd held her up after class trying to pick a topic (which they still weren't one hundred percent settled on) and as a result she was now late to dinner. Well, she was late by her standards. Compared to the majority of the student body she was perfectly on time. Everybody and their brother were filing into the cafeteria for dinner. Oh, how the lines were trying her patience! Bag slung over her shoulder, one hand held the strap in place while the other fiddled with her wand. Over and over the wand turned in her hand, wood rubbing against her finger pads. She itched to use it. It would be so much faster to point and flick, food coming to her rather than the other way around. But no, chances are she wasn't allowed. Some hotheaded bastard would accuse her of cutting the line and try to pick a fight with her. Then they'd both end up in detention and who knows what other kind of punishment. And if it was one of those stupid humans she'd end up being in twice as much trouble because powers weren't supposed to be used to harm those fragile idiots. "Come on already, damn it!" All she wanted was some dinner. ---dirty lil secret

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-259 words
-Ren's pissed XD
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[atrb=background,http://i1167.photobucket.com/albums/q633/TarnishedCopper/NicoTableMiddle.png] "Speech." Nico stood with his roommate, Renny, in line for ages. His fingers danced a rhythm against his thigh as he amused himself, phasing in and out of focus to piss Ren off as he moved around, messing with her hair, or generally other things he knew annoyed her. "Dammit, Nico. Really?" She said, arching a brow as he disappeared once more. "If you don't show your face!" She muttered before he appeared beside her once more. "Good. Now, keep it shown, coward." She said, crossing her arms after a flash of her claws as warning. He chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest, grinning cheekily. ”What’s the matter, can’t handle me?” He said with his characteristic smirk before falling silent. The voice of another filled his ears, and man, he couldn’t help the grin that spread on his lips as he turned with Renny, knowing that the girl who’d spoken was going to be sexy as hell. He was right. The girl, a witch, was twirling her wand in her hands, and seemed just as bored as they were, only she chose to voice her boredom in a way that caused him to admire her…fire. "You - little miss wand twirling, stupid cheerleader - need to shut your trap and wait in line like everyone else. Mkay." She said, narrowing her eyes as she flashed her claws, one of them running beneath the girl’s chin by way of threat. He raised a brow, his grin growing to a smirk of epic proportions as he could see the catfight now. This was going to get interesting. "Glad you understand," The snow-leopard shapeshifter said before moving forward with him. He knew that the witch wouldn’t leave that little challenge alone, and that he REALLY wished he had some popcorn with him right then. Maybe if the line moved a little faster he could buy some…Shaking his head a bit, he hung back from the two girls, ready to phase out should flying limbs ensue. Never let it be said that he wasn’t prepared for these types of things. At the moment, he was rooting for Ren, partially because, well, he didn’t want on her bad side considering they roomed together, and partially because she had the balls to make the first move without cataloging the situation first. Oh, wait, Nico was doing that. Words:392 Notes: Catfight~ Muse: Great! Tune: Your Call - Secondhand Romance Tag: Tiffany; Renny;

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] ---Tiffany Alyssa Lang---

i'll keep you my--- Great. To make matters worse she was currently standing behind dumb and dumber. Okay, that was a terrible metaphor. It was more like bigmouth and the giant worm. Did the girl ever stop complaining? Guys were usually only that obnoxious to a chick when they were either friends or had a crush on them. And really, the guy wasn't bad looking beyond the fact that he was a ghost. Why oh why did she have to be in line behind a ghost? They were the one creature at this school Tiff found to be on par with humans. For one thing, they used to be humans. For another, that whole phasing through stuff was pretty creepy, especially when they did it on purpose. And why were they still lingering on earth with no purpose, especially when everyone else around them was moving on? Yep, ghosts were the equivalent of creepy, crawly, slimy worms (and oh how Tiff hated anything she considered slimy). Trying to block out Mister Obnoxious and Mopey May, she continued to twist her wand out of habit. Just one flick and so many things could start going her way. Just one fliiiiiiick... What, now people couldn't mutter grouchily to themselves without getting comments from the peanut gallery? She hadn't been hurting anyone yet, and yet the bitch in front of her had the nerve to turn around and threaten her. Threaten her! The finger on her chin made her skin crawl. She wasn't some toy to be touched by whoever pleased (who knew where that girl's hands have been? What if she didn't wash them after going to the bathroom? Groooooossssss!). And the way the claws were out, trying to make the gesture seem deadly? "Nobody asked for your opinion, pussy cat." Emphasis on the pussy. And no, not in the "pussy cat, pussy cat where have you been?" sense either. Tiffany was not the most refined woman when it came to insults, her word choice usually a bit sophomoric (but hey she's a sophomore so it's alright). Eyes flashing with anger, she glanced first at the ghost who's behavior seemed to have calmed down a bit before glaring daggers in the back of shortie's head. Oh how badly she wanted to return the rude favor... The line moved forward and as Tiff took her step, her hand swished slightly. The poor freshman walking towards the tables didn't know what hit him. One minute he had mashed potatoes getting soaked by the chicken sitting on top. The next minute his chicken was staining his uniform shirt while the mashed potatoes went flying through the air. Passing through ghost boy, Tiff aimed them straight at the side of the shifter's head. They would spatter across her face and tangle in her hair. Oh how revenge was sweet. ---dirty lil secret

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- 205 words
-She's pissed. XD
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[/s] Came the girl’s reply Nico expected. He stifled a snort at her emphasis. He hid his laugh in a cough, though readied himself to phase out should needed be. Right at the moment the tides were turning, and he couldn’t say he saw which side would win. Personally, he rooted for both sides, a tie of sorts, more like a stalemate. Then again, that would encourage further aggravations, but what wouldn’t? Shaking his head slightly, Nico turned his head just enough to get a view of the sophomore girl behind them, seeing her glare daggers at the back of Ren’s head. Uh oh. This was gonna get bad, quick. Nico concentrated for a moment, remaining substantial as far as looks go, but if someone were to touch him, they’d go right through. The way the witch was eyeing some freshman’s mashed potatoes gave him the feeling this was going to get messy. Real messy. One minute the freshman had what looked like a shitty lunch, and next he was wearing his chicken much better and the mashed potatoes flew through the air. It didn’t take him long to know where the potatoes were going, and he had it figured out just as they flew through him and onto Renny. Uh oh.

Nico knew this was getting more interesting by the minute as the mashed potatoes splattered into Ren’s hair and across her face. She used her nails to scrap it off her face, and out of her hair, careful not to cut herself. She then turned to the girl, narrowing her glowing yellow eyes. "You really think that helps your case?" She hissed before her claws slid out, and a smirk formed on her face. Renny phased out of focus for a moment before reforming in the form of a snow leopard. A loud roar left her mouth as she bounded forward, snapping at the witch’s wand, clearly hoping to break it in half, tail curling in amusement. Nico crossed his arms over his chest and raised a brow at the witch, chuckling slightly. ”How rude of you.” He said with a smirk, rolling his eyes once. He was making sure to keep in corporal form, not about to take chances with getting hit with anything.

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Notes: Here we go!
Muse: Great!
Tune: Lil' Red Riding Hood - Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs
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i'll keep you my--- She hit the mark. There were few things sweeter than satisfaction and watching the senior try to clean up her hair was most definitely sweet. Tiffany felt smug. The punishment more than justly fit the crime. Had she asked to be told off for talking to herself? No. Had she asked to be touched? No. But in her mind the older girl's behavior was clearly asking for it. She was practically begging to receive a slap (or in this case potatoes) to the face. If it wasn't for the hint of a smirk turning up her gloss covered lips, Tiff would have come off as completely innocent with her wide blue eyes and the way she was still nonchalantly twirling the wand. Nooo, she couldn't possibly be holding a weapon in her hand. The piece of wood was just for show! Clearly. And yet the overgrown cat didn't seem to think so. In fact, she took things a little too far. "I don't know what you're talking about." Tiff fully intended to keep up the innocent act until kitten phased in front of her. Instinctually she took a step back. There was a giant snow leopard advancing on her. "Are you out of your mind?!" Who shifted like that in the middle of the cafeteria? Quick to react, she jerked her hand away from the leopard's mouth before her wand could be ruined. Then she used it to steal someone's Alfredo covered pasta careening towards the psycho. Ghost boy only served to further rile her temper. Instead of reigning in his dangerous friend he was standing there. Better yet, he had the nerve to add his own two cents. Taking another step back (admittedly, Tiffany was scared considering there was a wild animal trying to attack her), she swiped her wand again, this time dumping a bowl of soup over the ghost's head. Too bad it went right though him. "No one asked for your two cents, Casper." Where's a teacher when she needed one? ---dirty lil secret

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-158 words
-wow i hit a short post moment XD
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i1167.photobucket.com/albums/q633/TarnishedCopper/NicolaeTable.png] [atrb=cellPadding,5,true][scrolly:h(275),w(225),sy] "Speech." It was a shame that hint of a smirk was turning those glossed lips up. Nico thought. Otherwise she might be innocent. Shaking his head with a grin, he crossed his arms over his chest, really wishing he had some popcorn or something for that spectacle. Seriously. That would be the icing to the cake, and he could recline and be happy. After all, there was no stopping this coming from him. He knew Renny could handle herself, therefore he felt no need to protect her at the moment. Besides she’d just get pissed at him for doing so anyhow. "I don't know what you're talking about." The girl said, fully keeping up with the innocent act despite when she shifted. The witch took an instinctive step back as Ren advanced, all lean muscle and thick fur in her big cat form. Good for her, showing the little girly how it was done. He’d clap if he didn’t want to lose something. "Are you out of your mind?!" The girl continued, and he did chuckle then, watching her jerk her hand away from Ren’s mouth before her wand got caught within those powerful jaws. It was all the better that way anyhow, considering the wood would probably leave an earthen taste in his roommate’s mouth, and he doubted she would appreciate that very much. Some Alfredo came careening towards Renny, and he grinned as he could almost see the girl’s temper rile further due to his lack of action. If she thought he would, or even could do anything to settle this despite, then she must be birdshit crazy. He was loving this. Taking another step back, clearly scared despite her little act, the girl swiped her wand again, and dumped a bowl of soup over his head, only for it to go through once more. Too bad. "No one asked for your two cents, Casper." He laughed, shaking his head as his features twisted in a cocky smirk. ”No one ever asks for my two scents, sweetheart.” Emphasis on ask and sweetheart were all he figured the situation warranted. The archer stood back and watched the spectacle with increasing amusement that shone clearly on his face. Ren laughed at the girl’s words and leapt out of the way of the pasta, reforming as a human once more, but only after the witch had backed up some more. "Try it again. Seriously. Next time I won't be missing that wand of yours." Renny purred, cleaning her nails before laughing and looking over at Nico. "Casper. It fits you," She said with a smirk before starting down the line that was basically empty now. He strode to catch up to her easily, and chuckled, hands back in his pockets. ”D’you really think so? Huh, maybe I’ll have to start greeting you by popping out of nowhere and yelling ‘boo’.” Nico said with a smirk. Words: 483 Notes: Woo~ Casper. Nico might just have to do something with that. Muse: Good. ^^ Tune: Little Shop of Horrors - Little Shop of Horrors: The New Broadway Cast Tag: Tiffany; Renny;[/scrolly]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] ---Tiffany Alyssa Lang---

i'll keep you my--- Casper over there just gave her two more reasons to dislike ghosts. He was non-corporeal, a disembodied soul. How were you supposed to harm something that could not feel or touch or do much more than float there (not that she knew the extent of the ghost's abilities)? And what was he so smug about? "You're awfully chipper for a dead guy," Tiff practically spat. Maybe a little reminder of his current condition would knock him down a few pegs. Now back to the snow leopard that she was pretty sure wanted to kill her. Who did that sort of thing? So the witch had made one snide comment to no one in particular and used a little harmless magic. That didn't mean she deserved to have fangs, fur, and claws coming at her like she was some sort of prey animal. The older girl's shift was dangerous and irresponsible. Tiffany was so going to report her as soon as she found a teacher willing enough to listen. Holding her tongue as the kitty cat became human again, she held back while the line moved forward. A few people behind her that were brave enough to stick around complained at her to move, but Tiffany ignored them. Oh, she was going to try again alright. As if Kitten over there could actually break her wand, and even if she did wands were replaceable. It looked like someone had forgotten the most important rule: never turn your back on the enemy. A flick of the wrist and Tiff's wand locked onto the large bowl of pudding set out for dessert. Another swift and graceful movement had it hovering like a flying saucer en direct route towards the shifter and the ghost. One more flick and the bowl rapidly tilted sideways, launching its contents at their backs like a catapult. Sure it would probably miss ghost boy again, but the cat was her biggest concern. ---dirty lil secret

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