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Sybil grunted softly as she hit the ground, her atrophied arms giving out from under her. She didn't even look up at the girls surrounding her locker, her gadgets colliding onto the floor as they rifled through her things. Her dull eyes slowly moved towards one beloved puzzle, frowning just slightly as the black heel of mary-jane pumps smashed it into tiny chrome pieces.

"Damn cripple gave us the wrong answers!" growled out the ringleader, Cana Dante, her high pitched voice practically a screech as her green eyes glared down at the thin, stringy hair girl below them. Her posse stood by her, sneering, each one in pigtails with pink lipstick as a way to emulate their so-called 'Head Bitch'. "You humiliated me in math today! A 40 fucking percent?! Are you kidding me?" Cana stamped her heels, crossing her arms, "Care to explain yourself, creeper?!"

Sybil chuckled softly, her thin lips parted as she slowly looked up. Her vision was weak, and yet she was able to stare into those green eyes with her own pale blue ones, "You said to give you answers to the test...You never said to give the RIGHT answers..." She slowly pulled herself up, coughing weakly, "Should've been more...clear..."

Cana grit her teeth, her hands clenching into fists tightly by her side as her cheeks turned pink, "You cheeky crippled bitch! Acting like you're so much smarter than me!" Girl A from her posse went behind the frail girl, her black faux leather flats pressing between Sybils' bony shoulder blades to push her chest first against the carpet, causing Cana to sneer again, "You're just a waste! Hmph! I should just put trash like you out of MY misery!" She lifted her own foot just above Sybils' head, about to stamp out a disgusting roach.

"He-hey! What are-are you doing?!" A giant shadow loomed over them; Orsin stood between the posse and Sybil, his caramel honey eyes wide with concern as he knelt down to help her. Those eyes looked over to Cana, holding disbelief with only the slightest hint of anger, "Le-leave her alone!"

Though her posse backed away slightly seeing the looming bear of a large teen before them, Cana only smirked, "Oh fuck off, fatass! What the fuck are YOU gonna do about it?!"

"...He doesn't need to do shit."

A sudden slam was felt just to the right of her, a first colliding into the metal of the locker next to Sybils, bending it slightly. Cana's smirk vanished, her face going pale as her eyes slowly shifted to the owner of that fist. She felt a cold sweat drip down her chin, gulping as she took in the one person she didn't care to see, "Y-you...you a-again?" She gulped, trying to keep a strong face, though her trembling fingers betrayed how she truly felt, "I thought you-you were expelled!"

A soft low chuckle escaped Iras' lip, her head tilted sharply to release a pop from her neck, "Suspended." Those lips parted into a wide grin, red eyes glaring deep into Canas' green eyes, "Granted, it was supposed to be till next week...but I decided to check on things here. You know, make sure things are all quiet like." Her smile faded into a dangerous smirk, an eyebrow raised, "You sure are making a lot of noise..."

Cana tried hard to control her stammering, trying to show some semblance of power and control for her posse, "You-you're just a fucking timebomb! Gonna blow up the school or something. Psycho slut!" She slowly edged away from the lockers, moving away from her victim and more importantly, from someone who could easily hunt her down, "You can-can't do shit! Or-or else you'll really get-get expelled, you know!" She gulped again, seeing those red eyes on her, like a laser from a rifle. She turned away sharply, flipping her hair to the side, "Come-Come on girls! Fuck these losers!" With that, she and her posse flounced off, through with a decidedly hurried step.

Ira pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth, releasing a click as she watched the little mice scamper off, leaning against the lockers as Orsin helped Sybil back into her wheelchair. She gazed over to them, looking at her bruised fist, "You need to stop pissing people off, Syb."

Orsin looked sharply over to his sister, irritation at her dismissive tone, "Sybil didn't do anything to deserve that!"

A soft, ghostly giggled escaped from Sybils' pale, thin lips, her eyes looking knowingly over to Ira, "...but it's so much fun..."

Orsin frowned seeing that slight smirk, remembering that while Cana WAS a difficult harpy, Sybil also enjoyed teasing her peers; scaring them with stories, taunting them with her intelligence and sardonic wit, She was the target not just for her frail constitution but also her morbid enjoyment of getting under people's skin, "Sybbie..." He gently rubbed her bony shoulders, feeling a bit lost for words. Though he did not want her to get teased, he also knew it was one of the few things she was able to enjoy.

Ira sighed, rubbing the back of her head, "Problem is...That little bitch is right. I am in serious shit after the last fight. The punk ass kids here are gonna start getting smart now that I'm on thin ice." She shrugged, "I could talk to Darrion. He covered my ass before and I know Cana has a bit of a brother complex."

Sybil shook her head, slowly leaning down to pick up one of her beloved gadgets, tilting her head, "Don't worry...I have my ways..." She giggled again, her eyes glittering, "I'll make sure to scare them straight..."

She couldn't help it. Trolling people was simply too much fun.