Downright Delinquents discussion

Jessamine strode into the science lab gracefully,her long legs stepping around people.She had no what-so-ever interest in science,but she did have an interest in the anatomy of people and what were some slow killers.She loved to research anything that involved her joy of killing,and ways that would ensure they die but slowly,so that she could enjoy their pain.She had recently liked the idea of killing somebody by cutting their insides open in various places and letting all sorts of rodents and insects crawl inside them.She liked the idea of hearing them howl in pain as the animals ate their insides,and soon enough when she would grow bored she would chop off her limbs.One by one they would come off,and she would be happily satisfied.Firstly she needed to study though,which is why she was here.She also needed to find a subject...

Morticia found her way into the lab, her glee at seeing the familiar objects well hidden behind mask of indifference. She observed the room, seeing a girl in the furthe side of the room. It would be best to avoid her, after already having a confrontation with her new roommate. It amused her that the girl thought that everything she'd said had been an empty threat; she would gladly do it and it was possible that she would. Scanning the room, she looked for the area used for dissection. Frowning, she realized she'd need to find an animal to dissect.

After a while,Jessamine grew tired of reading.She knew there would have to be some sharp objects somewhere in the room.Since nobody but a girl who just walked in the room was there,she shrugged and walked around,searching.Her combat boots slammed against the floor with every step she made,the heel clicking against the door.She didn't bother to be quiet since nobody hung out in the science lab.She found a scalpel and a few other tools and a sly,wicked grin formed on her face. perfect she thought as she slid them into the pocket of her jacket.Getting things in this damn place was just too easy.

Morticia calmly set down what she had been doing when the girl began to walk. The scalpel she had intended to go for was taken as she walked over quietly. Frowning at both the noise and sudden inclination to stealing exhibited by the girl, she groaned. "Excuse me, but put it back," she said, "And could you walk a little quieter?"

Jessamine rolled her eyes but didn't say anything.In her mind,she didn't need to threaten or even speak to her.She shrugged slightly before walked across the room and towards the door.She didn't need to deal with some girl who kept the rules and thought she was prestigious and high.She had heard of the girl,her name was Morticia? Always kept saying that she was in this place for her own safety.Please.Nobody was there for their own safety,it was always for the safety of others.She also heard that she had tried to pull the normal card.Nobody was normal,and she even knew that her own actions were messed up.Yet,she herself still did them.

Morticia took the time that the girl took to walk towards the door to kill her mentally five times. It wasn't the thought of a sane person, whom no one else would hear of. It was funny, how these girls thought that her sticking to the rules was of some sort of egotistical gain. By far, it wasn't. It was only a means to lessen her stay here, and get back to her job. Of course, shed have to go through psychology analysis again, and she wasn't quite so sure of how she would pass. There was also the factor of her higher level of intelligence. These girls had been graced with her presence. The rare flash of emotion that stirred in Morticia barely registered on her features.

This was why she hated people.

Without a single thought, her hands wrapped around a scalpel. The metal was cool against her skin, and the blade sharp when she tested it on her finger. One moment it was in her hand, the next it was in the wall only a few inches from the girl's head. She blinked, feeling confusion ebb onto her features at her display of anger.

She turned around,a smirk on her face"Nice shot."was all she said.That small gesture she admired in the girl,because she wasn't all talk like most of the people there.She actually did something,just like she would,but she also thought she was childish in that instance for letting her anger get the best of her.She let herself be impulsive,and small things like that could get herself killed.Jessamine wasn't scared,no,her curiosity and interest was peaked.Maybe the girl wasn't as bad as everyone else said.

Morticia could see that the girl's interest had been peaked. She turned away, ignoring her comment. "It wasn't meant to prove anything," she muttered, rolling her eyes. Compliments were useless, and most of the time she accepted them to get people to shut up. Why wasn't everyone a cadaver on a surgical table for learning? They didn't speak and spew lies. "Just put back what you took before you get in trouble."

"Thats not what it seems like.If you didn't mean to childishly prove anything,you wouldn't let something like petty anger get to your impulses.I quite don't care if I get in trouble or not,it's not like anything will happen.This place knows things they should have reported to the police,yet they haven't even convicted me or done anything.Im not scared.Though it seems like you are."She may have been being harsh,blunt,a huge bitch; but she really didn't care.She was going to say what she wanted to say,and that's how it always was for her.She walked out of the room swiftly,not caring if the girl told anybody.By the time she hid them,nobody would be able to find it.

"No, fear is for those who are weak," Morticia stated plainly. Either her crimes had been very well covered up, or every girl she spoke with was a complete imbecile. She was sure it was the latter, as most couldn't ignore the torture she'd put people through, or her history. Put off from doing anything productive, she sought for a place to read.

Maybe she'd check out her family's biography, just to actually read it. She'd never read it before, as her parents had thought it to be bad luck to read it before they were dead.