<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/hTgT6T8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dining Hall<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd, 2017, evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire, Gabriel Summers | Vulcan<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Laura wants nothing to do with crazy Gabe and sergeant Bishop, so she attempts to follow Rahne<br/><hr/><br/>Aggressively facing down four boys as Rahne crawled on the ground behind her, Laura watched carefully as one of them bolted, carefully skirting widely past the Scot as they lost their bravery, and then there were three. Another, Markus Markle, a pathetic crumpled ball on the floor, had the stones to yell tauntingly at her. She saw right through him, though; When she had been raised in captivity, her handlers had had plenty of fun taunting her, stabbing her with long, sharp objects, wanting to send her into a frenzy. Markle was no deranged lab assistant, though, and all he could earn from her was a low growl.<br/><br/>Gabriel, however, was a problem. He screamed back at her, telling her that Markus was his to deal with, and Laura could only scrunch her nose in confusion. At least now she knew that Gabriel was not one of the ones antagonizing Rahne, but...<strong>"And people think <em>I'm</em> the one who can't control myself,"</strong>she grumbled lowly, claws slowly retracting back into her hands. The situation was getting messy, and she could sense Rahne behind her, crawling towards the hallway to escape the chaos. But just before she could turn and follow, Bishop entered the room, and his booming voice demanded that everyone hit the deck. He passed a hostile glance over Laura, standing on the table, before assessing the greater threat in Gabriel, charging at him and tackling him to the ground.<br/><br/>Despite Bishop's warnings, backed by his powerful tone as well as his authority in the school, Laura ignored him. He was busy engaging Gabriel, and Laura wasn't in the mood to fight, so much as she was in the mood to help her friend. Athletic shoes lightly hit the ground, and she trailed after Rahne, giving a threatening look to the lone standing bully left in the room, shouldering aggressively through his personal space without consideration.<strong>"Rahney, lemme help you, come back!"</strong>Laura swept a mess of black hair out of her eyes as she intended to make for the hallway, away from the fighting and whatever unfit punishment Bishop might deem to give her for her minor crime of caring about a friend.