April had been waiting for this. After two weeks of complete and utter enjoyment, she knew Volkov could hardly wait to piss on her parade. Oh, that little shit of a man. How she just wanted to literally send him to the moon and make him stay there. But no, in a few days he'd probably conquer the mighty moon worm and become king or some shit like that. - April Boxhauzer
Why did she torment him so? He pursed his lips and stared blankly at the finger that poked him repeatedly in the nose. Jules couldn't help that he was related to that crazy old coot, now could he? His father, Lightning Strike, had retired with graces... graces that faded somewhat rapidly and turned him into the pathetic and incredibly embarrasing Geriatric Static Cling Man. - Jules Volkov
He liked his job, really, but sometimes he longed for the thrill of holding entire cities for ransom, instead of pussyfooting around some maniac that far surpassed his level of crazy. - Isaiah Goldstein
However, her mini powertrip was interuppted when someone, a boy, fell into her room. He literally fell into the room. She raised an eyebrow and jumped back in surprise upon entering. "PEDO!" she shouted in shock, as he appeared to be much older than her, what with the beard and all. And what was she? Some little fifteen year old. For all she knew, he could have the power to bend minds. - Susan Ueda
Rowan grinned broadly. "Woot! Intellectual acknowledgement. I almost never get that. It's all, wow, did you just throw a car at that freshman? Cool....." - Rowan Maracle
"I'm going back to my office, so the two of you can piss off now." He straightened his shirt and went to leave before remembering something he needed to inform them both of. "Oh! By the by... Maracle, your room-mate was involved in a unfortunate but highly entertaining accident in the shark tank so he won't be returning to residence. And Brian, apparently you're roomie flunked right out the third storey window and also won't be returning - and so, rather than let you two have your own rooms, you're now officially room-mates. You may, if you so desire, kiss the bride." He gave a theatrical flourish and left. - Jules Volkov
"Mmmphmmmmffmmphgg" was all Brian could say with his face pressed to the ground, otherwise it would have sounded something like "FINE! but I want a rematch or something with this buffoon on top of me" - Brian Maximof
He put a hand on his head and felt around at his hair. Messed. He expected as much. "You messed up my hair!" He pointed at him sharply "That, Maximof, was uncalled for. I mean, jesus, April could come walking around the corner any minute now... Jeez... Inconsiderate..." He turned slightly and started vainly trying to fix his hair up. - Jules Volkov
He didn't particularly care what had happened to the 7 foot kitten boy, Maracle. Jules was sure he'd be fine. He looked over anyway, and saw him pummeling the holy hell out of Maximof. - Jules Volkov
"Just go... hit him a few times. Around the head preferrably. Oh, and..." he leaned over close to Ro's ear and whispered a filthy detail about the student's father Ro definately wouldn't have wanted to hear. Then he pointed at him accusingly, "I don't whine." - Jules Volkov
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