<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lounge<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 3rd, 5:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hijack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12965881#msg12965881)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Watching Television.<br/><hr/><br/>She had been so wrapped up in her own business that she'd completely missed the third person in the room.  Had she noticed him, she would've recognized him fairly easily.  Demetri "Hijack" Bond was fairly well known around the mansion for being very loud and outspoken.  She'd been stuck in the room when he went off on more than one occasion and he always managed to grate on her nerves.  However, she'd never really had any reason to deal with him one on one and had no interest in changing that.  But apparently, she hadn't been paying nearly enough attention and the guy had been in the room the entire time.  Longer than she had been, she realized since she would've noticed someone coming in after she had arrived.<br/><br/>However, none of this was really all that important now.  It seemed that he was just on his way out when she had made her comment.  And yes, she knew that it wasn't really a fair thing to say, but she hadn't really wanted to get wrapped up in a discussion with the other girl and figured that she'd just leave, which was exactly what happened.  Hijack, it seemed, had other plans.  Where before he'd been about to leave and she'd turned her attention back to her sketchpad in order to try and finish her sketch, he had changed his mind.  Looking up at the sound of his laptop landing in the chair, she was faced with a very upset looking young man and she mentally cursed herself, knowing that her words were about to bite her in the ass and she was completely and one hundred percent accurate.<br/><br/>{Hijack}<em>" If you honestly believe the shit that just came out of your mouth, then you're no better than those bastards that oppress us. So what is it? Are you just that fucking stupid and ignorant, or just talking out your ass?"</em><br/><br/>Part of her knew that she deserved what he'd just said.  She would've had to have been an idiot to actually believe what she'd just said, so that part shouldn't have bothered her.  Nor should him calling her out for talking out of her ass.  However, maybe it was just she was in a foul mood, or maybe it was just the way that he said it, but she positively bristled with anger at the way she was being talked to.  Standing up, her sketchpad dropped to the floor as she tossed it aside so that she could look him in the eyes.  Of course, she still had to look up to do it since he was nearly a foot taller than her, but she didn't let that stop her as she glared at him in fury.<br/><br/><strong>"And why the fuck should it matter to you?"</strong>she challenged, her voice full of venom,<strong>"It's not like you're out there either, are you?  No, you're nice and safe here with the rest of us.  So why don't you just go ahead and go fuck off and mind your own business?"</strong>Ok, so she could've handled that alot better, but the truth was she wasn't exactly in the best of moods right now and he was just rubbing her in all the worst possible ways.  So instead of being calm and trying to explain that she didn't mean anything by it and was just trying to chase the other girl away, which was exactly what she was trying to do, she just went ahead and went into full on bitch mode, hoping that that would make him back off.