Jack
: ̗̀➛✯ At about midday, Violetta had expected it to be quite cold, actually. Slight frost nipped at her nose and at her knuckles, rendering both areas a shivery red hue.
The courtyard was a strange place to read, especially in this temp, but with the heating on and such... Well, the library was too suffocating at times. Reading in her dorm was ruled out too, it was nothing if not too still and quiet for the raven haired teenager to ever truly focus on her book. The white noise of the wind's delicate whistle was at the optimal status for Violetta to not become distracted, but also not to become bored and underwhelmed.

: ̗̀➛✯ She was dressed up in the usual fashion of well... Layer after layer, an invisible t shirt under a button up shirt under a coffee coloured sweater under a dark brown soft jacket, the hood framed with faux animal fur.


: ̗̀➛✯ Peace however... Always ends in the luck of indifference
Juan
Hold on i rely on tupper uuhhh
Omer
He hated the cold but there was no indoor area for him to play soccer. The gym got boring after a while and everyone there didn't look like much fun at all. It was almost empty besides two or three people. All of which weren't people he cared to pick on. 

So instead he saw himself out in the courtyard. His rough skin sort of helps him keep mostly warm. He didn't like jackets. They felt gross on his skin. So instead he was out in cargo pants, ripped-up black, and white sneakers, and a t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off to be a tank top. 

All of his jewelry was off and inside his pocket so they didn't fall off and break. He had his mask off as per usual and a beanie to cover his weird Mohawk that was far from styled and almost looked like a mullet, a little rat tail of green hair sticking out from the back of it. 

Cruz bounced the beaten-up soccer ball on his knee and then down to his foot. The second he notices a second person he feels the need to show off and make himself seem superior, kicking the ball into the air and spinning around. 

The ball bounces from the bottom of his shoe to his elbow, and then his head. He knocks it back to his foot with his head and kicks it into the air, tilting and kicking into the air and trying to spin his whole body in the air with the force of his foot and catch the ball. This.. Does not work. He manages to spin in the air and almost land but lands incorrectly on his ankle. 

They fall back, leg kicking back and hitting the ball as it's falling, causing it to bounce off the tree near him and almost hit him in the gut as he's getting up from the ground. This pissed him off. 

Pushing off the ground, he limps to the tree and punches it, shaking off his hand, and starts trying to rip off a chunk of bark. All of this is just in pure frustration. He's not violent, just short-tempered and feels the need to let it out on the tree that his ball bounces off of.. Whatever helps, I guess?
Jack
SOZ I WAS ASLEEP a warning in advance im also not amazing at remembering to reply at times </3

: ̗̀➛✯ Vi almost didn't notice the boy's dramatics, until she looked up and he was flat on the ground. Oh dear- she contemplated getting up and asking him if he was alright, but before she could even humour the idea, the ball had pummelled into his abdomen.
That looked like it hurt... Yet, it was such comical staging and timing. Violetta wasn't quite sure what caused it, but a giggle escaped from her lips. Almost immediately, she tried to stop it, but she couldn't stop snickering to herself for a solid 10 - 20 seconds.

: ̗̀➛✯ And once she's over it, the green haired croc is trying to tear a chunk of the tree out, sending Violetta back into quiet hysterics. How bizarre, how truly bizarre it was to see the stranger going ham on the tree trunk in a fit of unbridled, childish rage. She hid her amused face behind her book, the guise of simply minding her business likely falling flat quite quickly

: ̗̀➛✯ She almost felt bad for laughing, god knows why... She knew what kind of guy he was just by looking at him. The kind who takes the piss just for the sake of taking the piss at times... That sort of attitude frightened her, especially with how some other people at the cradle have been reacting lately...
Hopefully the stranger didn't notice, but Violetta was never exactly discreet about it...
Omer
It takes a couple of seconds extra but he manages to take a good chunk of tree bark off the tree. That's one thing he didn't expect himself to do. He was just trying to let out a little anger and frustration but now he's staring at a piece of bark all flabbergasted about it. 

And that's when he hears the snickering. In the quiet moments of processing what he had done, he hears the other laughing at him. His cheeks go red with embarrassment and he pulls his black paper mask a little further up his nose to hide it. 

Using the other hand, he points at her with a clawed finger, trying to look angry but it's mostly just embarrassment in his eyes after that. 

Until now his eyes would not have been visible to her but now they are. A bright golden yellow with green stretched diamond pupils that are almost the same color as his hair. 

Once he takes a deep breath and tries to wipe away the red on his face, he confronts her. And by that I mean he just yells at her. 

"Hey! Knock it off it isn't funny!! Why are you even here??! Reading a book is nerd crap and should stay in the library!" 

He wasn't going to walk toward her just yet, waiting for a response to decide what to do. So instead he pulls down his mask and starts aggressively chewing on the bark, trying to wean out a tooth. The tooth wasn't hurting yet, simply loose, and well- he had the materials so he was gonna use it.
Jack
: ̗̀➛✯ Sorry, but seeing this almost grown ass man attack a tree was goofy... She expected to be heard at some point, preparing herself for either feeling guilty or facing some form of confrontation. 
It didn't take a genius to realise Cruz was pretty damn embarrassed in himself. But Vi was a genius, and she could tell stupidly easy via the telltale sign of pulling the mask up. That and by the surprisingly knife like spear of a claw being pointed at her, alongside yelling.

: ̗̀➛✯ Lowering her book, Vi blinked blankly at the stranger before her, the empty stare stung dully like passive aggressive daggers
A grimace of a frown flashed across Vi's face, the book now placed upside down beside her.

: ̗̀➛✯ "Nerd crap..? Something's telling me you're only saying that because you can't read." She replies after 10 or so seconds of trying to form a response to such a... Questionable insult.
She flicks one leg over the other as she sits, picking the book back up and ultimately trying her best to ignore his overwhelmingly annoying presence.
After all, she hardly owed an explanation to some dickwad who was currently gnawing down on *Bark* Off of a literal *Tree*. Vi couldn't resist a shudder as she recalled just how much germs occupied something straight off a tree.
She pushed down a gag, mouth downturning in visible discomfort at the outlandish behaviour.

: ̗̀➛✯ She knew damn well it was power related, it surely *Had* To be, no sane person who didnt have mysteries such as being parahuman flowing through their veins would do something like that...
Omer
Cruz grows hesitant at the staring, looking quite nervous for a second, pointed finger lowering. What the hell was she staring at? Was she unable to speak? Was he really that scary? But alas.. She spoke. And quite rudely she remarked towards him. 

Though Cruz can't be too mad about the response because he himself started it with a rude comment. Yet here he is, only even more mad over it thanks to her words.

"I can read! Probably way better than you can!" 

He can't. He can't read. At least not very well. Its all very jumbled to him and he has issues, unable to help with his dyslexia and the fact he refused to pay much attention when he WAS in school wasn't helping much either. 

Walking over with the tree bark still in his mouth he takes large strides trying to look bigger, stopping in front of her, fists on his hips before he reaches down and grabs the book off the grass. 

Holding the book with two fingers, the crocodile man gets his face right in the book, hiding his face from her while he squints at the book, doing as best he can to put together the words on the page. 

Finding a random sentence he starts reading it off very slowly, sounding like an elementary schooler after being told to read off of a passage in class, mumbling out words he was unsure if he was reading right and getting loud in the words he was confident with. All together the sentence made sense but his struggle was clear. 

Proudly, he closes the book and holds it back out to her with a big smug smile. He felt so proud of himself for reading off such a small part of a big book and not even well. 

"See look at that! I can read! Now buzz off before .. Uh.." 

He takes a look around trying to find anything that would scare her away. Some sort of hazard. He didn't want to threaten her but at the same time that seems like the best option. So he goes with that. Threatening her. 

"Before I pick you up and drag you right to the library kickin' and screaming!" 

He wasn't sure if she was the

Kind to fuss about going to the library but he sure was so he's taking that assumption. 

This guy. Was stupid. And it was way too obvious. But it was clear he was trying his best and his presentation definitely sounds and looks like he's compensating for that. He'll take his looks, sportiness, and ego to the next level of it makes him feel better about his lack of intelligence.
Jack
: ̗̀➛✯ As soon as he lays a hand upon the book, for the first time in the interaction she looked... Properly upset, like a kicked puppy in the teeming rain on a pitch black city night.
She raised from where she was sitting, taking hold of her crutches, an offended frown bejewelling her expression. She needed that book back- I mean, if this guy chews on *Bark*, god KNOWS what other germs and dirt he'd be smudging all over the pages...
The way he carelessly held it open too made her skin crawl, what if he dropped it, or tore a page with those razor fingers of his... In fact, she's almost certain he already has.
Once fully upright and her grip secured on her crutches, she spoke up.

: ̗̀➛✯ "Give it back, it's not funny. I'll lose my page. That's mine." Her voice spoke in an unfamiliar self assuredness, her grip tightening on the crutch handle.
She couldn't feasibly reach up and grab it, while she can function semi decently off crutches, it's not like she would be able to reach anyways; this bully was about a foot taller than her anyways. This conclusion left her with one option: just be as pathetic as goddamn possible, though there left the other option of just wacking him with the crutches but considering her uh... Lack of experience with that, she's having to refrain from now.

: ̗̀➛✯ She looked thoroughly unimpressed as the stranger tried to read the passage. Perhaps it was easy for someone doing high school level work at the age of 10 to judge someone who clearly wasn't as educated as her, but... Surely at his age, reading a short passage from a book shouldn't be *That* Hard, ESPECIALLY when you're doing it to prove a point.

: ̗̀➛✯ The sigh of relief that left her mouth when the book was returned was like something out of a cartoon, she immediately placed the book in the brown leather bag she had slung across her shoulder like a paper girl.

"Why should I buzz off? I got here first. I didn't even do anything." She noted, shifting her bag's position idly into something a bit more comfortable.

: ̗̀➛✯ Violetta is quiet for a moment, before responding with something... A little more out of the ordinary.
"And how would you do that?" She chimed in, staring blankly at him for a solid 10 or so seconds of dead silence befote continuing.
"How would you simultaneously pick me up and drag me at the same time, assuming if you picked me up I'd be off the floor, but if you dragged me I'd be scraping against it?"