After Fight

[meh]

Jack had never been particularly good with crying. "Uh.." he scratched his head. "Well..." He blinked. "Yo- uh.. eh... perhaps, you need to make amends with your father... for yourself if no one else." Jack shrugged. He had to sit through a lot of self help things during his college days. "You just have to let it go." He hoped that would help and not turn any fury on him.

[Aryn Vernier]

And here came the red head to break up the little sob moment. She had heard that there had been a nasty ass fight between Darren and Matt..So, she came to see the loser. From behind the healer and the teacher, she snickered. "So Mr. Tough Shit turned out to be full of shit, huh? Why am I not surprised."

[meh]

Jack looked back. "Hello?" Jack raised an eyebrow. "To let you know, he kicked his own ass." Jack mummbled

[Claire Realer-Wilson]

"You know... You're right. I need to move on. I need to put the past behind me... The father is dead. So I can't talk to him. But Matt... I've been cruel to him." Claire said, drying her tears and getting up.

"Thank you." She said as she hugged Jack and looked at Aryn.
"Excuse me, if you're not ill or injured, please be kind as to leave our pateints in peace." Claire said, politely but firmly.

[meh]

Jack shrugged, "No problem." It was beneficial to be a psychological teacher sometime. He rubbed the back of his head.

[Aryn Vernier]

"I'm not surprised." She snickered, then looked from the healer to Darren. "He looks pretty fucking passed out if you ask me. Also, Fuck off." The last sentence was said in such a sweet, chipper manner. Authority figures? Pft.

[meh]

"Hey" Jack stood up, "Come on, be reasonable here, it's not like she told you to fucking get out or something." Jack retorted, he looked at Aryn. Those who show immediate disrespect, how do they get through life without getting their blocks knocked off.

[Claire Realer-Wilson]

"Aw hell no! I know you did not tell me to fuck off! Bitch, leave now before I lay the smack-down on your ass!" Claire said, getting pissed off at what Aryn said to her.
Claire takes crap from no one. Not even some little wanna-be bad ass.

"Like I said! If you ain't hurt, get the hell out!" She said.

[meh]

"Ah crap." Jack stepped back and rubbed his head. He really didn't want to play referee

[Aryn Vernier]

"Aw..The black wanna be is trying to act all tough. Bring it all you want, bitch. All you can do is heal." She held up a hand, the nails forming into nasty looking claws. "I, however, have claws." She grinned. "Fuck off before you get hurt.." The reason why she didn't get her block knocked off? 'Cause she killed people. That's why.

[Claire Realer-Wilson]

"Pft, please. Put them baby claws away. Like I said before. If. You. Ain't. Hurt. Please. Be. So. Kind. As. To. LEAVE!" Claire said, knowing that she would get her ass kicked, but still stood her ground.

[Aryn Vernier]

"Aw..Someone's jealous 'cause they don't have claws..Suck it up. I don't give a flying fuck." She took a step forward. "I go where ever I want, when ever I want and no little ghetto ass bitch is going to tell me otherwise." One had to love territorial reptiles.

[meh]

"Well everyone." Jack tried to interrupt the conflict. "Isn't it nice in the Infi-r-ma-..." He looked at his feet. "Yeah this place depresses the hell out of me.."

[Claire Realer-Wilson]

"Ok, that's it!" Claire said, throwing a slap across Aryn's face.
"You get the hell out fight now. This ain't no feeding ground for feral reptiles like you, ok." She was scared that her face was going to get ripped open, but she had to stand her ground. No bitch was gonna push her down.

"And you! Shut the hell up!" Claire shouted to Jack

[meh]

"Well, I'm not about to be yelled at by someone smaller then me." Jack looked down at Claire. "What the hell's the matter with you two? You're a school nurse and you're a bum."