Xander

*I poke through the pile of makeup with the tip of my knife, sneering.* You need all this junk just to look... decent? *My eyes land on the hairbrush.* Empty that. Now.

*I run as fast as possible, my breathing heavy and blood is dripping from my knuckles, most of it not mine. I can hear the sirens behind me as the cops look for the one who left that mess of bloodied boys in that alley. panting i look up and see a window cracked open. I climb up and manage to pull myself through it into someone's room. I quickly take out my knife as I see the owner of the room coming into the bedroom*

get tf outta here or I'll call the feds

*My voice is cold and threatening* 'Try it and I'll make sure you regret it.'