<div class="floatright">(http://gimps.de/pictures/albums/userpics/10001/jessica-alba-with-short-haircuts.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Libitina Gomez<br/><strong>Time/Date</strong>October 28th- Afternoon<br/><strong>Location</strong>Corridors<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Troy<br/><strong> Misc Information </strong><br/><strong> Wearing </strong>https://data.whicdn.com/images/36097573/large.jpg (https://data.whicdn.com/images/36097573/large.jpg)<br/><br/>It had felt so good to punch that slime ball, Libby decided, marching away with quick determined strides, she didn't look back to see what had happened, as the brunette walked she rubbed the knuckles on the hand she had punched Troy with. It was slightly red already, the fiesty girl had put a lot of power into that one move. She was absolutely fuming, muttering to herself about how she should have know better, that she had let someone get that close to her. Which was properly why Libby never heard Troy until it was to late!<br/><br/>Quite suddenly she was being lifted up of her feet and unceremoniously slung over a broad, furry shoulder, a shoulder that had the ripped remains of a shirt barely hanging to it. "Put me down!" Libby didn't yell her voice was low and deadly. Her hands lashed out unaffectedly at the hybrids back. Her feet lashed out at Troy's chest. "Like I would go anywhere with you!" She ragged. Libby certainly didn't hold back, all the way back to Troy's room she continued to lash out, due to her position the brunette couldn't get access to her blade. Weather that was deliberate on Troy's end, Libby didn't know.