нίgнѕснооІ нояяогѕ;;*Accepting*

[.Live.Love.Laugh.]

( agh stupid computer it cut off that part. *punches computer* OW!!
Courtney: haha stupid!)

Courtney looked at him and said " you should be grateful that preps keep you in your place. And about your commet before." she took out her text book and slapped him with it.

[Emi Undead]

~Allie Smith~
Becca turned to Emmet, her arms crossed just under her chest. "Your welcome." She said sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. She ignored the jock that was staring at Allie's body -for now- and sighed.
[Allie: N64?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Wharrrr?!]
[Becca: Nerds. Everywhere.]
[Imma find a Picture of how I picture Becca is she had her own body.. <.<]
[Allie: DO. NOT. HIT. SEAN! D:<]

"Our song is the slammin' screen doors..<3"

[asdjlasfjksdf]

l::l Emmet Knight l::l

Emmet nodded and wished that the old Allie would come back.

[Writers. Block. D:]

[Quackzilla!]

Sean growled up at the girl, narrowing his eyes. When she slapped him with the textbook, he crashed back against the wall, yelping in pain. Gingerly, he brushed his fingers against his cheek, then looked up at the prep girl with refreshed anger. He pulled his knees to his chest, and kept himself in a neat little bundle, looking at the girl with a piercing stare. "I'd rather be smart than air-headed and judging people by their appearance. And besides, you deserve my comments. Maybe they'll hit some intelligence in that dumb-ass mind of yours." Carefully, he patted his swollen, bleeding lip with his shirt, then looked up at the girl with his hard set eyes. "But please; if you're into beating on helpless nerds, feel free."

(( OOC: ...he could come save Sean... >.>
Sean: -peeks out at Allie- Third room on the left. -retreats- ))

[Emi Undead]

~Allie Smith~
Becca rolled her eyes, grabbing the boy's wrist and drifting down the hallway. She had unbuttoned her shirt a few buttons and rolled Allie's skirt back up a bit. She felt more comfortable when her body wasn't being smothered. She ignored the whistles and the stares she got, acting like nothing had happened.

"Our song is the slammin' screen doors..<3"

[asdjlasfjksdf]

l::l Emmet Knight l::l

Emmet followed her loyally. When she adjusted Allie's clothes, he cringed. He really didn't like this alternate personality of hers. As he was dragged, he spotted Sean curled up on the ground and stopped in his tracks. He pulled his hand out of Allie's grip and walked up to Sean, glaring at the prep. "Is there a problem here?" He snarled, his blue-gray eyes glinting viciously.

[Quackzilla!]

Sean heard a familiar voice and glanced uneasily behind him. At first, he had thought it was a jock; after all, they were everywhere in this damn school. Luckily, it was only Emmet. Feeling a bit comforted to have people around, Sean forced himself to stand, towering over the girls and taller than Emmet by an inch or two. He hated being tall, especially when he was hurt; it felt like he would fall on top of people like a tree. "I just got beat up on my first day," Sean hissed, his jaw clenched tight. He leaned against the wall, knowing he couldn't walk without support. Jock are amazingly good at hurting people.

[Emi Undead]

~Allie Smith~
Becca paused, turning toward Sean and Emmet and some prep. She stood back silently just in case she needed to beat the girl. She wouldn't allow one of the boys to, she doubted they would anyway. But she did have SOME standards.

"Our song is the slammin' screen doors..<3"

[asdjlasfjksdf]

l::l Emmet Knight l::l

Emmet sighed and touched his black eye... no eyes.. gingerly. He pulled up his shirt to look at his ribs and found that they were bruised and a dark purple color. He groaned and looked at Sean. "I know." He said quietly, letting his shirt fall back to cover the large bruise on his side.

[Quackzilla!]

Sean avoided looking at Allie - who, once more, was different - and looked himself over. Dry blood caked his lower lip and around his nose area, as well as dripped onto his shirt. Tentatively, he lifted his shirt, even if people would see his nearly white stomach; he wasn't one for 'tanning', and almost never had his shirt uncovered. Bruises were already beginning to form, and Sean whimpered, tracing his finger over one gently. When Emmet spoke, his voice softer than usual, the boy smiled, laughing lightly. "We can be bruise twins," He said, a goofy grin plastered across his face. Even in the worst situations, he figured out a way to joke.