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//karen if you ever read this I still have a lot of unresolved feelings about rynn so like hit me up if you ever wanna 1x1

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“If I had to choose between listening to another word out of your mouth while I’m trying to train, or burn off my hair, I’d pick the latter.”

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“Kids like you are the epitome of everything I hate about this place. Stick to whatever it is the school thinks you’re good at, and stay out of everyone else’s way.”

"Hey, I’m sorry," Jenna backed off, and took her hands up to show her that she didn’t want to fight about it. “It was an accident, please let’s just not make it into something that it isn’t,”

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Quinn eyed Grace for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh. “Let me see your stance.”

“I’ve read every book on the technique, I’m pretty certain I do know what I’m supposed to be doing..it’s just not happening right. Any pointers?”

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“Do I look scathed?” Quinn snapped at the other girl, smoothing down her own shirt. “Are you looking to have all of the bones in your hand broken into bits?”

"Shit, I did not mean to do that to you," Jenna shouted out as fast as she had seen and heard what she had done to the other person. Her hand went up to her neck as she scratched it, not knowing what to say next. "Are you okay?"

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“They are durable, you probably just don’t know what you’re doing when you have them on.”

“I thought boxing gloves were supposed to be durable…what the hell?”

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Do I even want to know why you were doing that?

I’ve been standing guard at all of her classrooms for the past four days, so I doubt it.

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And you standing guard at this one isn’t going to tip her off?

…Yes, but with a very good reason. You see, my friend lost this bet, and she knows that there could be a prank behind any door.

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This is a school not The Parent Trap. Did you set that up?

I would very strongly advice you not to open that door. Unless you enjoy a mixture of shaving cream, maple syrup, chicken feathers and bright pink paint falling on your head.

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Bye, Felicias. 

Exactly. No one lives in Wyoming— No one to hear their screams.

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Perfect. Who gives a fuck about Wyoming.

It’ll be… in Wyoming.

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Sounds perfect. Let’s start drawing up the pitch.

Oh, of course. No windows. No vents.

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Would there be little lighting and poor ventilation in the building as well?

It’d probably be good for them, you know? I’m just trying to help improve this school.

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I second the notion.

I vote that level ones get stored in a completely separate building. And locked in there.

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And this is exactly why level ones shouldn’t be allowed into parties even if they bring “booze.”

Fuck. That’s not even a good trick; they should reconsider becoming a spy.

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No, but I tried it. Someone decided to be funny and fill a vodka bottle with water to get in.

Is this your vodka?