<div class="floatleft">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/pinkiller_30_zps8d85d8c4.jpg)<br/><strong>Tessa<br/>Troublemaker/Artist</strong><br/></div><br/>Tessa listened as the PA explained what was happening, she had to laugh to herself. 'Fucking fantastic...' She watched as everyone either stared to panic or try and reason out if it was a joke or not. She concluded that who ever was up to this was gunna have one serious beat down if any of them caught them. She shook her head and covered her face as Brad started slamming himself into the door. This was going to be one hell of a weekend. She turned as Paul stared to freak out and knew he was right, he wasnt suppose to be there. She turned off her ipod and got up from her seat slowly by passing the others as she headed to the door and looked it over like the criminal she was, would. She made an point to show Brad that the door pulled open and not pushed. She then let go of the handle and inspected the hinges on the door and saw they were screwed in and were stripped and were unable to be screwed back out. She titled her head side to side and threw her sucker stick in the garbage next to the door that had been toppled over. She smatcked her gum center and went back to her desk without another word. She removed her jacket, reveling more tattoos and piercings. She threw it over the desk and kicked the next seat till it fell over with a bang. She got down on her knees and took out her house-keys and started unscrewing one of the legs. Once it was lose enough she pulled it free with one rough tug. She laid the metal bar over her shoulder as she headed back tot he door and tapped the glass with one end. She looked back at the others, as if to say, 'Move...' She turned back and held the bar like a baseball bat and swang with all her strength.<br/><br/>Just as she thought, unbreakable. She blew a bubble and popped it as she made her way back to her bag and desk. She looked at the window, clicking and clacking her gum. Carefully she pushed the desk back and stood in front of the window. She held her breath as she slid her make shift bat through the bars and tapped the glass. BINGO! She pulled back and slammed the bar into the glass dropping it before she could be shocked and smiled at her baseball size hole. She turned back to her stuff and pulled out a joint and a lighter and sat on the desk lighting it up with a puff. she looked at the other not really caring if they took her seriously or not. "Like it or not were all stuck in here till this sick fuck lets us out, till then ya'll should mellow out and relax." She took another puff and blew the smoke out the cracked window. She knew most of the people in the room either hated her or couldnt stand her, the feeling was mutual and she didnt care to make any friends. But as long as they were all stuck in the room together they had better know not to fuck with her. She placed her bud on the desk and bent down to pick up the hot bar and showed that the windows were indeed dangerous. She leaned back and watched as everyone seemed to take in what was happening.