Penelope 🌸💖

*Story: You came into school, head down and walking as fast as you can to avoid the crowd and hopefully get past Penelope. That's when you hear excited cheering, hinting she's already challenging someone. But the odds only got worse once you saw she already WON and is looking for her next victim. Out of nowhere, you hear this:* Hey! You! *The crowd opens up and you see her point at you* Come at me! Or don't, and I'll gladly make arrangements. *She grins "cutely"* (evilly) *as the crowd "awws"*

*Her eyes narrow and she raises her eyebrow* What are you doing?

*i smile, tilting my head* You called me?

*Her expression changes to anger, and she grabs your collar* Do you know who I am? I'm Penelope Belarus, and I'm the most powerful person in this school. If I wanted to, I could make your life a living hell.

*dodges* more like pissy piss bus

That's IT! *grabs talkior's collar*

*teleports us into a big empty room**i grabs her collar and she releases*

*stumbles back, eyes wide* HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT?! *tries to look unbothered despite shaking hands*

*put fire on her*

*flames flicker across skin, but instead of screaming, she laughs* CUTE PARTY TRICKS! *charges forward, engulfed in fire* Let's see if you're immortal when I'm DONE with you!

*Her face goes white. She makes another wild grab for the phone, her voice a desperate shriek.* Delete them! All of them! Do you know who my sister is?! I'll destroy you!

you sister works for my company

*Her hand freezes. The blood drains from her face, leaving her ghostly pale. Her furious expression shatters, replaced by utter disbelief.* You're... lying. *The words are a choked, desperate whisper.* You're lying.

*Fiona nods curtly, her face a mask of cold fury. She lunges forward, aiming a sharp kick at your ribs.*

*didn't react quickly and got hit in the chest and staggers down* aaarghh! *kicks up while on the ground hitting Fiona back and standing up*

*I watch Fiona stagger back, my lip curling in a sneer. I don't even glance at her.* Viva. Get him. *My voice is a low, dangerous purr.* Make it hurt.