"My middle name?" Avon scoffed slightly. "Erm... Thomas..." he replied.
((there's a weapons room XD))
Shana almost giggled, but she pressed a hand to her mouth. Something about the name "Thomas" when compared to this hostile Mentor was just really funny.
((how long can we keep this up, just writing one-liners? :) ))
Twilla let out a rude snorting laugh at that. She grinned a wide, lazy grin and directed a taunting stare at the Mentor.
((I don't know, I just asked for his middle name to get something going. I hope the other mentor gets back on soon. :D))
Kayla grined, she hadn't thought he would answer. "Mine's Amy."
"Um, who cares?" Shana said, not trying to be rude, it was just her personality to be frank. "I want to start this training. Lord knows we need as much of it as we can."
Avon glared at Twila, "I will hit you, and it will be painful." he pulled the sleeve of his shirt down over his hand.
((ugh god.... when is the other Mentor gonna get on...))
Turning to the girl, Kayla said, "I care what my middle name is. You should care what your middle name is. Oh! What is your middle name?" Kayla cocked her head.
"Go ahead." Twilla said to Avon. She held her head high, yanking her hat down lower over her hair. "I could use a good pounding. Been a while since the last one."
"I don't care," Shana said. "It's useless information, just like the fact that you're standing here now. Seriously, who invited you to be a warrior?" She laughed a little. "And I'm not going to tell you--my middle name."
"Who even brought you here? If you're that eager to get beaten up, you're going to get killed the first day you're actually fighting. And if they don't kill you, and keep you alive, that's worse. Will it take that to get to you?" Avon spat.
((i never said what Avon usually wore but it's kind of significant to his backstory. He wears long sleeved shirts and pants, and the shirts are tight turtle necks that hide most of his neck. The only skin he shows is on his hands, and face))
((we posted at the same time Jade. My comment was aimed at PrudenceFang, not you))
Kayla didn't let the girl get her down though her words did sting a little. "I wanted to become a warrior." she said smileing a little bit forced. "Besides I'm not useless. I'm another person to help, not let people die." Kayla said starting to bounce again.
Twilla's eyes narrowed and she glared hard at Avon with her mismatched eyes.
"I brought me here. And I never said I was the one who was going to get beat up." She took a step forward.
Kayla's jaw dropped open as she watched the girl step foward."Uh, I'm no expert, but mabey you want to back down." She said.
"Are you threatening me?" Avon scoffed. "If you think you can beat me, you can try, but you may be disappointed. I have eyes in the back of my head, and I've seen things you wouldn't imagine."
Twilla frowned deeply. This guy's eyes, his glare, his voice. It all scared her. But she kept her head held high, mentally scolding herself. She wasn't allowed to be afraid or weak. She wasn't allowed to. She tried to push it aside.
Shana rolled her eyes at the testosterone level in the place. "You," she said, pointing to the angsty girl with a bad attitude. "I'd stop before your pride gets you cut up and strung in the rafters."
Avon didn't smile, he never did, and probably never would, but he let his slight scowl disappear for a moment. He pointed a Shana, "I like you, you think the right way."
"Aw, you just shut your face. It'd be better for everyone in here if you did." Twilla retorted. She turned her glare over to this girl. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, pushing her too big sleeves up.
Avon adjusted the neck of his shirt slightly before addressing Twila, "Do you talk to yourself when you're bored then? That was some good advice that you should follow."