run for your life [open]

[Peter Bishop]

Chase sighed as she walked into the bar. The students seriously sucked that day. They were so difficult. She couldn't get any of her points across, because everyone was talking the whole time, and no body listened to her at all. Chase ended up giving five detentions to five seperate students. And she might have yelled at one of her classes, the worst of all of her classes. No one does any work in that class. Except for the nerds. And sometimes nerds can be annoying because they always want to know if there's extra credit to turn their 99 into a 100.

She sat up at the bar and ordered a drink. Yeah, she drank beer. The bartender smirked at her and went to get her drink. Chase sat there for a few moments, rubbing her eyes. Teaching a ton of ungrateful students took a lot of energy, leaving her dead tired when school was finally over. The only time when she wasn't tired is when she had a stash of Red Bull in her desk drawer. Then she was bouncing off the walls by the end of the day and pulled all nighters at the school, grading papers. Thats normally when she got all of her work done. During sugar rushes. "Here you are." The bartender said, and handed her the drink. "Thanks." Chase answered, and drank about a quater of the glass of beer in one gulp.

[Kazza]

The whole scene around her felt... wrong. Why she was even in the bar, she didn't really quite know, but it was an easy place to make money, and, being a shape-shifter, nobody would recognise her anyway. That didn't stop her from scowling as one of the teachers from her school walked in, but she quickly forgot about that, and resumed whipping down the tables. Having been quite bored previous to arriving at the pub, the werewolf had had some fun with her appearance.

Sarah Palin was the name she had chosen, and hair was short, spiky and red, giving her a punk-ish look. Her skin, pale as a vampire's only added to the startling affect of her hair, and her blue eyes were so dark that they were almost black. Kazza was unrecognisable, and unconnectible to the lonely thirteen year old who attended South High. The one thing in common with her new form and her old one was the gender; she'd eventually chosen that being a female would be one, more familiar, and two, although more likely to get drunk guys attention, a heck of a lot funnier if she happened to get into a fight, seeing as she'd almost definitely win.

Having just finished wiping down the table that she was standing at, and having already cleaned the others until they were spotless, Kazza had little left to do, and decided that taking a break wouldn't be so bad. Ignoring the whistles and jeers of the men in the bar, she walked off to a corner by herself, leaned against the wall as comfortably as possible, and stared out the window, not taking in a single bit of the scenery outside. From behind the bar, the bartender's gaze slid over her, frowning slightly, but he evidently decided that she'd done enough work for a while and left her to her thoughts. Kazza just hoped that nothing bad would happen tonight, as it so often did.

((I just felt like making an ironic and rather awkward scene ^^ Sorry))