All of These Ungrateful Brats

[Rebekka Knight]

There was a constant question that came up in Rebekka's mind. Why would this little shits act up when they could practically get anything they wanted? Rebekka would never understand it. Although it gave her an excuse to throw them around a bit. If mommy and daddy wouldn't discipline them, she was happy to. "I don't get why you'd be making such a fuss going to a school where the tuition is worth more than you." She growled. The kids, whom she'd physically pulled apart, were now staring intently at the floor.

Rebekka glanced around at the lingering group of kids. She shooed them off. "Beat it." The way they scattered made her smirk. But then she looked back. "And you two better move it to the office. Because I'm going to check in a few minutes and if they saw you weren't in there..." She trailed off. Judging by the way they furiously nodded, they got it. "Good. Now get out of here and don't do it again." After that they beelined. Rebekka shook her head and laughed. "Brats."

[Blair Da Costa]

Blair had watched the scene unfold before her at a safe distance. She knew when it was appropriate for her to stick her neck out, and when it wasn't. This was one of those times were she'd gain much more by simply staying out of it. At least, until the security officer had scared the children away. She seemed to be in somewhat of a foul mood, though, then again, she always seemed to be in a foul mood every time Blair saw her around.

Once the children had run off, Blair finally stepped forward. Her fingers were laced around notepad and it was firmly and securely pressed against her chest. "The last time I saw anyone run away in that kind of horror," she began, looking at the older woman with a small smile. "was when someone snuck into the science lab and let all the frogs loose." That had been a true disaster.

[Rebekka Knight]

Someone else spoke up. When Rebekka turned around, she vaguely remembered the girl. It was hard not to. Her mom was big news. Not that Rebekka personally cared. As seen with the kids, she wasn't one to care for anyone's parents. The girl mentioned the frog incident. Rebekka had to outright laugh. She remembered that one well. "Now that had been priceless. Until we had to clean up."

Once the kids were gone for sure, Rebekka turned towards the girl fully. She did remember the girl. Although her memories weren't giving her any actually useful information. Rebekka looked her over instead. Then put her hands on her hips. "So what are you lingering around for? Just watching the show?" If that was the case, Rebekka could understand. Still, it was odd having an audience. "Or do you need something?" That was more likely. Everyone wanted something.

[Blair Da Costa]

Blair offered the woman a smile; It had been rather comical. At least for Blair who had nothing to do with it and had the pleasure of watching the chaos around her without really being bothered by it. Frogs didn't scare her. And really, it wasn't as if they kept dangerous (or even poisonous) frogs around the school campus. She supposed she understood why people found them disgusting.

Shrugging, Blair looked towards the spot the children had run off to. "You could say I only stopped to watch the show," she began as she turned towards the woman once more. "Though, I found more joy in watching the executioner than the executed." No, she wasn't flirting by any means, but simply complimenting the woman on her... Unique way of dealing with troublemakers. Most children only got a slap on their wrists and were sent off. This woman was a little more verbal in her ways.

[Rebekka Knight]

The girl smiled. Rebekka herself was grinning. The memory was easy to bring up. Unlike the clean up. Luckily Rebekka had been more involved with catching the perpetrators than the frogs. Which she had. For once she hadn't been as strict. She'd gotten one hell of a laugh from the chaos. Seeing some of the other little brats she had to deal with running around screaming? Watching the looks of horror on their faces? Absolutely priceless. Still, she'd turned the kids in. Then promptly bought them tubs of ice cream.

She'd stopped to watch the show. As Rebekka suspected. But apparently she'd had more interest in Rebekka than the kids. That had almost sounded like flirting, but no one in their right mind would say that to her. Rebekka threw back her head and laughed. "Executioner huh? I like the sound of that." She responded. She would certainly wish that was her job sometimes. Some of these kids could use an axing. "Glad I kept you entertained then."

[Blair Da Costa]

The woman's reaction told Blair all she needed to know. She had pleased her. Now, Blair wasn't stupid enough to think it would really get her anywhere, but it was a win nonetheless. And if what she'd just seen had taught her anything, it was that she'd rather be on the good graces of the security officer, rather than the bad. After all, considering how she was staff, she did have a lot more influence than Blair did. At least in that area.

"Don't you ever get tired of your job?" she asked curiously. "I don't mean that as an insult, but having to chase all these kids around has to get troublesome." She looked down the hall; There was still a few students around. Some sent the two of them curious glances, others didn't seem to notice and the rest seemed to keep their distance.

[Rebekka Knight]

Rebekka wasn't completely blind. Mainly because she didn't trust anyone. This girl wanted something. That was always the case. What was it this time, she wondered? Well the girl had stayed to watch the show. It had to have centered around that. She likely was looking to get in Rebekka's good graces. After her display with the kids and her sort of reputation, it made the most sense. Rebekka could see the appeal, and the logic behind that sort of thing.

Tired of her job? Rebekka raised a brow. The girl didn't mean it as an insult. Rebekka wasn't taking it as one. Instead she pondered. And then she chuckled. "You're right. It is troublesome. Some days I can barely stand the brats, and it's already a struggle." Rebekka admitted, seeing some of the lingering students. The ones that stared got looks from Rebekka to send them on their way. They knew well enough.

"But most days? No. I enjoy putting some of them in their places. Someone has to do it." She grinned toothily. "And who better to get that done then someone who doesn't put up with their shit? Even if most of them try wielding their last names like a club."