Snippet #2481710

Grace

As always Grace skipped class heading for her usual spot in the school, the school’s rooftop. Most of the time she’ll be accompanied by a guard but today was one of the days she managed to get rid of them. Normally they’d stay close to her to make sure nothing happened to their leader. Opening the door onto the roof she jumped up onto the stairway’s door, it was a box like thing meant to cover the stairway from the elements. But for today, well not just today usually every day, it was her place of sanctuary for the time being.

For the most part one couldn’t really be considered sanctuary since other people would interrupt the peace and quiet with their shady acts, acts that they don’t want others to see. And today was just one of those days not that Grace cared too much, rather it was quite interesting. The couple were so entranced in the activity they were doing neither of them noticed the tops of the knees that belonged to the biggest troublemaker in the school, Grace Barnelle. Folding her hands behind her head, Grace closed her eyes as she listened in on the two love birds. Not that there was much to listen to. All she could hear were moans and squelching noise from the two.

If it weren’t for the fact that Grace wasn’t really interested I that sort of stuff, she would have joined in on the infamous activity going down below her. Sighing Grace rolled onto her stomach and peeked over the edge, earning her a raised brow and the roll of her amber eyes. Releasing a sigh Grace waited for just the right moment when the two were distracted the most and slowly opened the door to the stairway. Grace made sure to do it slowly so as not to alert the couple and without a moments haste swung down low and right into the cool stairway. The door closed behind her making a soft clicking sound as the locking mechanism did its job.

Grace landed in a crouched position and looked over her shoulder briefly just in time for the best part of the couples activity. Rolling her eyes with a smirk, Grace was glad that didn’t happen every day. Some days it would be a group of boys bullying one of the weaker ones or some yankee trying to act cool with a cigarette in his mouth, or just some the usual group of gals and guys hanging out during lunch time. She’d very much prefer witnessing a fight than the first few scenarios. Every once in a while Grace herself would join in the fights that occurred below her. Biting the edge of her thumb, Grace walked down the stairs and subconsciously stuffed her hand into a pocket that wasn’t there. This is why I dislike these school uniforms, no pockets .

Once she reached the more student occupied levels, Grace was immediately met by the sounds of people passing in the hallways as they left the school for the day or went off to their little clubrooms for whatever purpose they held. Grace headed towards the martial arts clubrooms where one of her boys was about to challenge one of the top fighters in their class, Baghodat who was also their junior class president. She stood in the back of the crowd of girls that often swarmed the place trying to get a look at their class president or their senior in some cases. A look of detachment to the whole situation around her, yet her eyes held a ferocious look in them.

Watching the fight she was unamused since she already knew the outcome. Soon enough she was proved right when Baghodat laid the final blow with a leap kick, the distance her boy was sent flying wasn’t all that surprising. Grace leaned against the back wall with her arms folded, closest to the entrance so when her boy walked by her and whispered to her, "No doubts about it, boss: Baghodat's style is a non-lethal version of the one the Solo Rogue applies in combat, as seen in the camera recordings."

Her eyes narrowed just the slightest at the mention of that bastard’s name. “Interesting, looks like we’ll need to pay him a visit. I want you to gather the best and rough him up just a tad bit before he leaves school grounds. Remember he has an image to keep up and we don’t want to alert him of our activities.” The boy nodded and walked away, while Grace stood where she was her eyes on Baghodat. However every time they made eye contact she would look away with only a furtive glance at him on occasion. Hugging her side, her thumb back against her lips, something flashed in her fingers as her tongue stuck out and licked it. All the while she was looking at Baghodat, with that show ending; Grace turned her back to him. With a glance over her shoulder at him once more, Grace allowed the small pocket knife in her hand to be seen as it traced a line in the wall to her right.

Hopefully with that being done, he’ll get curious and maybe follow after her. Besides what kind of president would he be if he couldn’t even confront a girl who held a knife? Looking forwards once more, Grace walked around the school in a rather confusing pattern to keep him on his toes. That and too make sure most of the other students were gone and wouldn’t tattle on the fight that would soon occur. Finally after a while she entered one of the many courtyards within the school; already the sun was setting casting a pale light across the courtyard. However Grace was nowhere to be seen but only if Baghodat followed her would he be ambushed by the group of rascals Grace led.