°o.OAnime Boarding SchoolO.o° [not accepting]

[Quackzilla!]

(( OOC: Emi, when you said Izaya is a junior...you have him listed as a sophomore. He's older than Laila. xD
Also...I'm watching A Very Potter Musical... :3
"KILL THE SPARE!" x3 ))

Laila rolled her eyes when Izaya laughed; he was always laughing at her when she spoke, but not at any of her jokes. She tugged on her dress and growled, then gave up once more; if her dress had some sort of malfunction, then she'd keep fussing with it. She strode across the narrow hallway and leaned on the other lockers, so she could face Izaya. "Seen Blondie anywhere?" Laila asked, voice slightly curious but not obnoxiously so. She tilted her small top-hat forward, and glanced down the hall.

(( OOC: Enter Shizuo? >:3 ))

[Emi Undead]

[Sophomore's are Younger then Juniors. And Remember, I switched it..]
[Freshmen-Sophomores-Juniors-Seniors]
Izaya shook his head lightly. "Nah, Shizzy-chan's prob-" He began but a trashcan flew into his side and he skidded sideways, his shoes squeaking. Shizuo's eyes narrowed and he walked toward Izaya, anger in his covered eyes.

[nightiff-]

((MY STUPIDITY!!! XD I mixed Junior and Sophmore up. Fwaaaa.))

[Quackzilla!]

(( OOC: Okay, wait; I'm confused Dx I was never good with this.
So, if Laila was sixteen, ...would she be a sophomore? -feels dumb- ))

Laila had looked back to Izaya, and was listening quite intently, when a garbage can came flying from the corner of her vision. She winced as it hit the speaking boy, and her eyes backtraced the garbage can's flight path. There, she saw the blonde boy, and her blood started to boil. Defensively, Laila stood in front of Izaya, eyes shifting to a steel grey as she stared the boy down. Her hands curled into fists, and her muscles tensed; obviously, she was displeased. "What the hell is your problem, you blast-ended jerk!?"

[nightiff-]

((-ponders- I do think so. As would Mari...hurr D: ))

[Quackzilla!]

(( OOC: Okay. Sophomore is a term used for grade 10. Therefore, ages 15-16. x-x
Gtg. I may be back later. ))

[nightiff-]

((Ah, alright. Gotcha. I'll fix that up, X3 ))

[Emi Undead]

[Sophomore. x3]
"He knows not to call me that, Now move." Shizuo said harshly, walking past her and clutching Izaya's shirt. Izaya simply smiled innocently. "Well, Hey there mister." He said, grinning.

[nightiff-]

((Fwah. I have made a failure of my spelling and knowlege XD ))

[Quackzilla!]

Laila growled as the boy spoke, and brushed past her like she wasn't even human. She hated when people talked down to her - even if she did it to other people all of the time. People often called her a hypocrite, and Laila would often agree, simply because she knew she was one. Whirling around, Laila eyed the back of the boy's head, and let out an angry grunt. She struck a short, sharp kick at the back of his knee; hopefully, it would cause his one leg to give out momentarily, just enough to get his attention. Laila didn't know if she actually hit her target or not, but it wouldn't matter, as the loud THWACK her foot gave off as it hit the tile would attract his attention anyway. "Leave him alone, you stupid little runt," Laila growled, venom in her voice making the words a deadly weapon. "Or I'll take matters into my own hands." Perhaps the blonde-haired boy wouldn't believe that Laila could fight. She was, after all, a slightly lanky girl. Well, if he doubted her, he could test her out for himself.