<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://103.imagebam.com/download/kqY9l6mJqj-j2z8p7yjzYQ/28158/281578978/post-40776-0-80587100-1380058930.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Yolande Solomon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School corridor<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Friday 5th September, 11:00 am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Heather, Kitty<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Threatening people<br/><hr/><br/>Yolande stood, her arm embedded in the wood and concrete, as people either ran or stared. She didn't seem to take much notice of them though, ignoring her surroundings with her eyes firmly closed. At least until she heard a voice asking people to leave. When the girl addressed her Yolande's blue eyes snapped open in an instant, spinning to face her and yanking her hand from the wall. There were hints of tears in her eyes, although they hadn't quite fallen yet. She had so many strong emotions that she was fighting to hold down, but unfortunately it was still by far anger winning out. She stared at the stranger and then raised a palm flat towards her. The threat was self explanatory enough.<br/><br/><strong>"Rough day? Rough day... I'll show you..."</strong><br/><br/>Just as she was about to finish the vague threat she was interrupted by Heather's distant voice. She spun on her heel, redirecting her frustration. First Heather, then the wall, then Kitty and now back to Heather. Well, Heather and 'Justin'. Yolande's hand moved away from Kitty and she held it up right at the pair, walking towards them slowly. Her face was still undeniably beautiful, but she had a distinct look of anger twisting her features.<br/><br/><strong>"Who the fuck are you, her security? I didn't know she was high class enough to afford a bodyguard." </strong>Yet another quip about Heather's promiscuity. Perhaps not overly inventive, but it got the point across. She stared Justin down, almost daring him to head towards her. Although, throughout everything, she had completely ignored Kitty. That and while she knew she was incredibly strong she had little real idea of what those around her were capable of.<strong>"Come stand up for her, boy."</strong>She slightly spat the word boy at the newcomer, intending to goad him on.<br/><br/>