Uneven Fight {Kirien}

[jess]

"Trashy."
"Slutty."
"Trashy."
"Ugly."
"Pretty."
"Trashy."
"Cheap."
"Just plain awful."

Jessica and her faithful followers were playing one of their favorite games. Jessica perched on an indentation in the wall, with the others spread out around her like disciples. Jessica would then flick a perfectly manicured nail at a passerby, and, in as loud a voice as possible, pronounce judgment upon their outfit. Usually she just utilized a few, cutting words. Some she'd developed solely for this purpose.

"Last year's."
"Cavanish."
(i.e. trying too hard and failing)
"Trashy."
"Ugly."

The girl had a smile on her face as she did this. a handful of girls who suffered the wrath of the finger and the harsh edict of the tongue went away crying. After all, Jessica wasn't one to pull her punches. Especially when this was just so much fun!

"Trashy."
"Wingrosey."
(i.e. cute without being flattering)
"Cavanish."
"Nice, hair's off though."
"So trashy I want to claw my eyes out."

[Kirien Melantha]

(*Kirien. Like, Kiri-en. :D)

What's 'so trashy I want to claw my eyes out?' She thought to herself as she turned the corner in the corridors. A curious look overtook her features, as she wondered what outfit could possibly be so terrible to receive such a description, much less out loud. It wasn't long before she spotted the pretty, perching Almasy, and her many followers.

She recognized her, the leader of the giggling girl squad, immediately. Jessica Rey. She didn't know the Rey heiress personally, but they did share the same house, and her reputation was great. She was the typical selfish, stupid Queen Bee, and many worshiped her, but more hated her.

She pondered if Jessica Rey knew her. Kirien Melantha wasn't a very popular girl, with only one-and-a-half friends to date. She projected innocence, but anyone who encountered her for a reasonable length of time would know that she wasn't exactly as sweet and naive as she seemed.

I wonder which she'd know me by... The sweet and innocent little girl, or the bloodthirsty fighter. Time to find out!

"Oh, are we playing Rate-The-Outfit?" Kirien asked Jessica with childish excitement, shuffling nearer to her and her flock, eager to have her own outfit rated. She was hopeful and wide-eyed, but kept herself from looking Jessica in the eye; she was unworthy of such an honor. "What do you think of mine?" She queried, squeaking out the last part and nibbling her bottom lip nervously. The very picture of a shy Reyite.

The demon wore a sleeveless baby doll dress, light pink on the top and sides, with white layered underneath. White leggings and light pink Mary-janes finished off the outfit. She wore her hair long, as usual; she rarely styled it fancifully, usually opting only to tie it back. Her attire simple and cute, if matchy.

[jess]

No, Jessica didn't recognize Kirien, and probably wouldn't care even if she did. The other girl was below Jessica's social radar, and didn't even register. In fact, it took the Rey heiress some time before realizing that the other girl was even approaching her, even speaking with her.

Then Jessica looked down, arching her brows. Someone was willingly submitting themselves to her? That certainly fed to her ego, and put her in a more forgiving mood then she would have been normally. Still, this was highly unusual, and the girl's obvious lack of anything resembling a sense of fashion only complicated matters. Probably a cocky Cavan who wanted to attempt to show Jessica up in front of everyone.

Again, hardly worth noticing.

"Wingrosey," she offered, nodding. She then averted her gaze, again returning to the passersby in the hall. In truth, the game was beginning to bore her, and it showed on her face. Jessica glanced at Kirien, wondering why someone like her would even bother.

[Kirien Melantha]

Wingrosey? I look like a Wingrose? Kirien thought to herself, hiding her displeasure at being compared with House Fluffydingbats. But greater than her displeasure was her disappointment; Jessica Rey seemed like she would come up with something more caustic and interesting than one short "Wingrosey." Wasn't she supposed to try and tear her apart? Wasn't that what girls like her did.

This is boring. Kirien decided dully, wishing that she had worn one of her darker outfits. Maybe something like that would have gotten her a more favorable - that is, unfavorable - response.

"Oh!" She chirped instead, looking delighted to hear Jessica speak to her. But soon confusion overtook her, and she blinked owlishly at the other Almasian. "What's 'Wingrosey?'" She asked predictably, her voice dropping in volume; she was afraid the term was well-known, and by not knowing it, she'd be ridiculued.

I'd like to see her try. She doesn't seem so tough to me!

[jess]

Some people just had to learn the hard way.

Jessica turned from her other assessments, focusing back on Kirien. She really wanted to know what "Wingrosey" meant? Fine, she'd get it with both barrels. Maybe then she'd learn to leave Jessica alone.

"Wingrosey," she began, "means that you look entirely too cute. It's like you're trying too hard to look as adorable as possible, and failing. Instead you look like a retard who wandered out of a kids' cartoon. Pink and white fluff. Besides," she smirked, "your hair is horrible."

On cue, her faithful followers chimed in, adding assent and support to Jessica's assessment. One or two looked slightly wary though, as if they recognized the other girl. Perhaps they'd actually bothered to attend a physical combat class.

"It looks all wrong for you," finished Jessica. "Now, run along."

A dismissing wave, and Jessica turned away again.

[Kirien Melantha]

Kirien was not hurt by Jessica's comments. In fact, she smiled happily, taking the Queen Bee's verdict as a compliment. Her clothes were so sugary-sweet that it would make one want to gag, but that's exactly what she was going for. 'Look how cute and innocent I am!' Worked like a charm.

"Thank you very much! I'm so happy you approve!" The short redhead beamed, completely ignoring Jessica's comments about her hair being 'horrible,' and the outfit not suiting her. It didn't, of course, but she knew that well.

"Would you like to know what I think of your outfit?" She queried innocently, swaying from side to side, hands clasped in front of her. Still painting the picture of a shy, sweet little girl who was far too naive to realize when she was being mocked.

I don't know what everyone's going on about! Jessica Rey is no fun at all! Maybe she doesn't have anything to work with? Maybe she knows she shouldn't try messing with me? Maybe I've got the wrong person?

She regarded Jessica and her followers expectantly.

Nope, this has got to be her. This is so disappointing!

(What is Jessica wearing? :D)

[jess]

OoC: *winces* I really need to start researching fashion... let's see if I can wing it.

It was easier to name Jessica's clothing than to describe it. Each article matched perfectly, even the names lined up right in a row. Boots from a Paris designer (gifted recently), skirt from Italy, and shirt from Burberry. Everything about Jessica screamed money, status, and lust, in descending order.

"No, I don't really care what you think," Jessica said. She turned to look down on Kirien, raising her brows slightly. "You see, you're a nothing. Some little brainless twit who's fluttered near me and thinks that your chirping is worth listening to. You clearly don't have the brains to be with me, and certainly aren't pretty enough. In fact, about the only thing decent about you..."

Jessica scanned the girl, then curled her lip in disgust, "Is your hair color. And even that looks faked."

She crossed her arms over her chest and managed to look down on Kirien. "You're a waste of space, and I certainly don't want to hear your voice. So, run along, before I make you."

Another gesture of dismissal, and Jessica turned to look down the hall for new victims.

[Kirien Melantha]

She smiled. With every word Jessica uttered, her vicious smile grew broader. Finally, Jessica did something interesting. Finally, she showed some promise, even if she hadn't fully lived up to her reputation. She realized, satisfied, that she was immune to the Queen Bee's propaganda. When Jessica was dishing out what she thought would hurt her feelings, she was standing there smiling, and when she threatened her, she doubled over, grabbing her sides as she fell victim to a fit of maddened giggling.

"Hehehehe! Hehe...hehehe!" She gasped, trying to speak between giggles, but to no avail. It took her a few minutes to stop laughing, and when she did, she looked nothing like the shy, innocent girl Jessica was bullying before. In her place stood a woman wild a wild smile and blazing eyes, a woman trembling with excitement. When she spoke, she was half shouting, and her voice occasionally broke, she was so elated, and so very amused.

"That's it?! All you can do is pretend my hair color is fake?! You're so boring! It's really disappointing! You're a nothing! There's nothing interesting about you! You just intimidate weak people into pretending they like you, and you dress like an pricey whore!"

She leaned in close to Jessica, now wearing an expression that was gravely serious, and whispered, harshly, "I don't think you should threaten me. I think red is your color, and I'll make sure you wear it everywhere. Hehehe..."

[jess]

"Wow, you're crazy on top of being so ugly it hurts," drawled Jessica, clearly unimpressed with Kirien's little rant. It took much, much more than that to get a rise out of Jessica. Well, actually, that was a lie. It just took the right thing to get Jessica going, and a blood-thirsty rant from an idiot just didn't happen to be on that list.

"It's funny that the nothing is insulting me," commented Jessica. "It's, like, having a really annoying puppy yip at you. Because that's all you are, whatever-your-name-is. I'm going to call you B**ch, because that's what you call annoying little female dogs. So, B**ch, you really think you can talk to me like that and get away with it?"

There was fire in Jessica's eyes now, a glint of danger. Her lips pulled back into a cruel smile. The smile of someone who tortured animals for fun, mixed with the smile of a lion standing about a wounded gazelle.

"Bark for me,' ordered Jessica, her Gift layering the command. "Bark for me, little B**ch."