A Chance Meeting [Fritzi]

[Declan O'Malley]

Declan stared the island. It wasn't his home island. It was a prison the British Government was sending him to as punishment. He had been apprehended in Belfast just a couple weeks before, half-starved and ragged from being on the run. His father and he had parted ways a month earlier and Declan had been working on a new type of explosive in a little shack outside the capital city. The British Government in their all-knowing wisdom gave the young Irishman two choices. Choice one, rot away in jail and most probably be put of death row for the aiding of his father, a known and extremely wanted criminal. Or choice two, apply his skills he was taught for the British Government and go to a ‘special school’ to become a spy for British Intelligence.

Declan stared hard at the approaching island. He was already certain this was no school, but just another prison cell for him to rot away in. He clenched the knob of his shillelagh cane and stood up with its assistance. His limp was at least partly real, some days hurting more than others. On his good days he could walk without the cane and play rugby.

As the boat floated up to the dock Declan shuffled himself and his bag off and began up the directed path. He was escorted by a British officer and would be until he was left in the care of the school. The officer looked at him. “Do not get any funny idea’s about trying to escape this place boy. They have permission to treat you however they please.” He sneered and began to laugh. And oh how Declan wishes to remove that arrogant sneer from the Englishman’s face. But he stayed silent, not much else he could do at that time. And he made a note that when he saw him again, and he would for monthly visits, he would have to do something about that dumb looking face.

Soon they reached the main campus and the mass of the buildings there. Declan looked around lazily, already craving a clove cigarette and the officer shouldered him along. With a disgusted look he trudged up into the main building to the principal’s office and the officer sat him down roughly. While the officer and the principal had a chat Declan kicked his feet up and waited. He looked out into the hallway at the students passing by, some casting a look in at him. To respond he would just look back with a somewhat detached un-amused look and they would continue onward.

When the officer return he kicked Declan’s foot. “Come on trash, you’ll put your shit away and go to find your home teacher to give your file to.” He growled and Declan got up reluctantly. The officer led him to the male’s dorm building and pointed to one of the room to which Declan put his bag in. Rushing Declan along, he stopped and turned to him in the center of the grounds. “This is where I leave you for today you little piss. I hear one ill word; you get in any trouble….And you’ll be off to prison faster than you can swing your stupid stick. Clear?” He said look Declan in the eyes.

Declan nodded and watched the man shuffle off and a smile crept across his features. “Bah, faynleh…. Ah load a hot air he has….” He spoke to himself as he aided his trail back to the school building with his shillelagh. His personal file was tucked under his arm as he hobbled up the stairs, it must have been getting ready to rain, by the feel of things.

Declan walked down the hall until he was stopped by a group blocking the way. From what he could see some big guys had a smaller student cornered and was probably bullying the poor thing. And as bad as Declan felt, that wasn’t his problem at the moment. As he went to pass by, he saw that it wasn’t just a smaller student they were yelling at. It was a girl. And a really pretty one at that, he noted.

Declan couldn’t stand by and let a pretty girl get pushed around by a bunch of thugs so he decided to get involved. He tapped one of them on the back with his shillelagh. “Oi, gots ah problem hayr jayntelmen?” He asked before deciding whether he needed to crack any skulls. He cast a look at the girl and gave her a sly wink and a charming smile, even with the heavy tone to his voice speaking to the other males.

[Fritzi Beilschmidt]

Fritzi giggled quietly as she waited, hidden and out of sight, for the four seniors to walk into, and spring, her trap. She had caught this group picking on some poor little freshman girl, trying to get the poor thing to do who knows what, she really didn't want to know. so Fritzi had decided to interfere, dragging the girl off, before hunting down the seniors and setting up the trap, that would spring on them the second they walked out of the school, which was going to happen in just a few more minutes.

She waited patiently in the bushes, making sure that her tell-tale hair was hidden as well, so it wouldn't give her away, as she kept a close eye on the door. A nasty smirk spread across her face as she watched them leave the school, and be almost immediately covered with her signature black, white, and red paint. She tried to muffle her laughter at their cries of outrage, but failed miserably, falling backwards on her ass as she clutched at her stomach and laughed loudly.

She gulped a little though, as the four, thoroughly pissed off seniors stood in front of her, cracking their knuckles, as she looked up at them. One of them smiled at her darkly through the paint, and she took that as her cue to scamper off, running as fast as she could in attempt to lose them. She chanced a look behind her, only to run straight into a wall, and realize that she had been stupid enough to herself be cornered.

"Scheiße..." She cursed as she turned around to face her pursuers, a grim look on her face, which she quickly made into her normal cocky expression, as she leaned back slightly, one hand on her hip as she scanned the away behind the older boys as best as she could. She bit her lip as she saw no one in her line of vision. Well, looks like she was about to get into yet another fight... So much for the good behavior she was supposed to be exhibiting.

She tilted her head to the side a little as yet another older boy appeared almost out of nowhere. Hm... I wonder where this one's from... She thought idly as she watched him with curiosity.

“Oi, gots ah problem hayr jayntelmen?”

She smirked at him as he winked her, deciding that she liked this one, he was obviously a new student though, one that she would have to get to know better, that was for sure. But for now, she had to deal with annoying seniors.

"Oi! Scheißkerle! What do you want?" She asked them, crossing her arms over her chest, as she kept her usual cocky smirk on her face.

[Declan O'Malley]

Declan noted the smirk on her face after he winked at her. What a deviously cute look, that was... He thought turning his attention to the other males again. "Nayt ver'eh nayce cornerin' a lady...." He said shifting his gaze between the four.

One of them puffed his chest out and tried to glare Declan down. "This your bitch? You should keep her on a shorter lease." He sneered, casting a nasty look of no unknown meaning her direction. "Since you're here, we'll punish you too...after we're done with her of course~ We'll make you watch.." He cackled in a disgusting tone.

Declan bristled at this. He wasn't planning on actually fighting them, but they turned out to be dumber than they looked. He prepared to react once they were stupid enough to try and strike.

The boy that Declan tapped spun around, dripping paint on Declan's boots and Declan furrowed his brow before looking back up at the unsuspecting fool. "Ah, sees...ah mayt 'ave let ya gaw wit' a warn'in..Bu' ya had ta gaw an say sum'tin layk dat..and ya's got me boots all messeh...." And as the one that turned around went to swing his fist at the Irishman, Declan turned his wrist and sent the cane's weighted knob into the fool's throat. And with another twist of his arm, he sent the shillelagh's weighted knob into the male's solar plexus, pushing him to the ground; leaving him struggling for air.

Declan stood beckoning the other's to try the same as their friend. He hoped it would give the girl a chance to get away from them and perhaps a chance to run off. Declan could handle these four idiots, especially since they seemed so inept at everything. Declan was a little disappointed with how easy the one went down. He thought this was supposed to be a school to train spies. He sighed to himself at this thought.

Declan tilted his head, a sign for her to get gone since the bullies were being distracted. Though he had to admit, that cocky little smirk and the way she had her arms crossed, made him want her to stay.

[Fritzi Beilschmidt]

"This your bitch? You should keep her on a shorter lease. Since you're here, we'll punish you too...after we're done with her of course~ We'll make you watch.."

Fritzi narrowed her eyes as she heard those words. She was no one's bitch. She kept her arms crossed and grabbed a hold of one of her favourite knives that she kept hidden up her sleeve, in a nice and easy to reach spot, in case she ever ended up in a situation like this. Which actually happened more than it probably should... She held in a giggle as one of the older boys dripped paint everywhere, actually, all of them were getting paint all over the ground, the poor ground.

"Ah, sees...ah mayt 'ave let ya gaw wit' a warn'in..Bu' ya had ta gaw an say sum'tin layk dat..and ya's got me boots all messeh...."

She blinked as the obviously Irish student sent one of the seniors to the ground, gasping for air, and her smirk widened. Oh things were going to get interesting around here now, very interesting. She pulled the seven inch Shanghai Shadow out of her sleeve, her index finger in the ring of the knife, spinning it around her finger, before letting it fall into her hand and holding it in a tight grip. She ignored the chance to leave, and his obvious sign telling her to get lost, Fritzi Beilschmidt never backed down, especially from a fight, no matter how outnumbered she may be.

"Now now, I'm sure that you four have heard the rumors and know exactly who I am by now, even though you seem rather stupid... But you should remember exactly what happened to the last people to try something like this with me." She said cockily, reaching into the top of one of her thigh high white boots, pulling out another of her favourite knives, the Counter Tac II, which she held in a tight grip, so now she had knives in both her hands.

"So, are you four going to do the smart thing and leave, and take your friend with you, are will I be forced to hide even more bodies from the staff and various government officials?"

[Declan O'Malley]

Her cocky attitude was very attractive to be sure. Declan liked a girl who could handle herself, in more ways than one. He couldn't help but notice, it was part of who he was to notice pretty girls and admire them. He matched her smirk when he looked back to the dumbfounded males.

"Ah, *garsun's....wae dun't ya run along layk da chayldren ya are. Yer nayt men ah t'all" He scoffs, setting his shillelagh to his side, but ever ready to strike again if needed.

He stared hard at the one who had, until recently been blustering about punishing the girl. And he then backed down at the threat of her reputation, to which Declan knew nothing of. It must have been something nasty for them all to get the hot air knocked out so easily. They didn't speak again before pulling their friend from the floor and scampering off with their tails between their legs, cursing as they went.

Declan placed the shillelagh back to the floor to use as his cane, leaning against it, his hip a bit tender today. "Load o' shyte dey were...." He said watching them run off somewhat amused. He then turned his attention back to the pretty female with the blades that he could see ever so clearly now that the idiots weren't in the way. He could see her sexy thigh high boots and somehow becoming mess of hair. But those blades drew more attention at the moment, she clearly knew how to use them.

And well, by the male's reactions.

Declan gave her a charming smile. "Wayl..et looks layk a dinnae nayd mae haylp...perhayps ah owe you's an apology..." He winked again. "Me name is Declan." He added. "...An' ah gots ta ask....whit's a beautiful gorl such as yersaylf gettin' cornered fer?..." He said knowing she wasn't so innocent, but with no accusation to his voice whatsoever.

Declan settled his gaze on her peculiar eyes. He decided it would probably be rude to stare given the prior situation so he contented himself with offering another smile instead.

[*Garsun; spelled gossoon. Irish Gaelic for boy]

[Fritzi Beilschmidt]

Fritzi let a small sneer cover her face quickly as the boys ran off, tails between their legs. She slid her Counter Tac II back into it's hidden holster in her boot, and the Shanghai Shadow back into the holster in her sleeve.

"Load o' shyte dey were...."

She turned slightly to look over the Irishman as he spoke, her upper lip still curled back a bit in disgust.

"Tch, they're a bunch of dumb ass cowards who like to play tough, and pretend that they aren't going to end up killed on their first missions." She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at the seniors as they ran off.

"Wayl..et looks layk a dinnae nayd mae haylp...perhayps ah owe you's an apology... Me name is Declan. ...An' ah gots ta ask....whit's a beautiful gorl such as yersaylf gettin' cornered fer?..."

She let her trademark cocky smirk slide over her face again as he winked at her, oh she definitely liked this one, he was already proving to be more interesting than anyone else here so far.

"No apology needed, I always love to meet new people." She purred, smirk widening. "You can call me Fritzi, and I took a wrong turn, that's all, I was planning on leading them to the forest to get them lost, but I took the wrong turn." She shrugged a little, telling most of the truth, since she had actually been half-planning on leading them off a cliff, so she wouldn't have to deal with hiding the bodies this time, as that was always a pain in the ass.

[Declan O'Malley]

"No apology needed, I always love to meet new people."

He smiled charmingly as she spoke. He shifted his weight, the folder under his arm almost falling out, reminding him of his task. He looked at the smaller female. He cursed his luck he didn't have more time to chat the pretty, obviously German, girl up for longer, but he had to get that file to his homeroom teacher. But he wondered, how long would that actually take. No more than a few moments he hoped and he smirked.

"You can call me Fritzi, and I took a wrong turn, that's all, I was planning on leading them to the forest to get them lost, but I took the wrong turn."

"Lost? Is tha' som' strang' way o' sayin' dead? Thos' knaves dun't look layk they're fer gettin' people 'lost', as you put it~" He said playfully, giving her a somewhat knowing look. He had done his fair share of up close and personal dealings with boys like those ones and men before. And when dealing with those types, a clean disappearance was often the easiest way to handle idiots like them.

"Listen...Ah gotta gev' dis here folder ta me home teacher....but...ah dinnae kno' where aneh'tin is....or whit there is ta do fer fun 'round here...maybe ya could show me 'round a bit?" He gave a lopsided smirk as he thought of how interesting he found her. Everything about her seemed something to examine, in only the finest of ways; her hair, her body, and her eyes. 'Those eyes,' he thought to himself, 'how oddly beautiful.'

[Fritzi Beilschmidt]

"Lost? Is tha' som' strang' way o' sayin' dead? Thos' knaves dun't look layk they're fer gettin' people 'lost', as you put it~"

She let a light laugh escape her as he said that, making sure that her knives were safely back in their sheathes as her smirk widened a bit more.

"Ah, you caught me." She said, still laughing sheepishly, as she rubbed the back of her head. "I was simply planning on leading them off the cliff. No bodies to hide that way" She shrugged a little, as if she were discussing the weather, or homework, or something, and not about killing a group of four seniors.

Fritzi let her eyes run over him once more, this time catching sight of the folder he had nearly dropped. Thought so, he's new here, definitely not a freshman though, my bet's on senior..... she blinked a little, realizing that he had probably just arrived, and more likely than not needed a guide. Her suspicions were confirmed when he began to speak again.

"Listen...Ah gotta gev' dis here folder ta me home teacher....but...ah dinnae kno' where aneh'tin is....or whit there is ta do fer fun 'round here...maybe ya could show me 'round a bit?"

"It's no problem, I would love to show you around, since I'm skipping class anyways to avoid idiots, and getting in anymore trouble." She shrugged a little, stepping forwards lightly, still smirking, stepping past him a little, and turning around a bit to look back at him. "Now, what room are you supposed to go to?"

[Declan O'Malley]

"Nothin' wrong with them gettin' 'lost'~" He said flashing a smile. Giving a sigh to himself when he noted her putting the knives away. "Ah, ehm home room number 148 senior class A." He said looking at the front of the folder for the class number.

He made a hand gesture for her to lead the way. "So, Fritzi, what are ya in for?" He asked referring to how she came to be at the school. "The 'lovely' British Government sent me here....." He said scowling, reaching up absently to touch the scar over his eye. He missed his mother. And his father hadn't even bothered to send him a message since they went their separate ways to keep from getting caught.

He followed her through the halls, wondering why they would make his home room so complicated to find.

He let his eyes look her over as he walked behind her. She wore tall boots that hugged the curves of her legs almost like a second skin. Her short skirt, accentuated by a slightly longer jacket, the view of just a little pale flesh visible between the top of her boots and the bottom of her jacket, left a teasing nag in the back of his mind. She was put together for appealing to the very primal urges of a man. Her beautifully unkempt hair, seemed to match her personality of what he had seen so far. Every piece of herself, must have been carefully put the way it was. She was too wildly attractive for it to not be. And the more he looked, the more he knew it to be true. The proof was in the fine details. He had spent enough time admiring beautiful woman to know a creature of seduction when he saw one.

[Fritzi Beilschmidt]

Fritzi began to walk in the direction of the classroom number he had given her to lead him to. She could feel his eyes on her, and she let a smirk spread over her face, turning around and placing her hands on her hips as she took a step closer to him, looking him over.

He had quite a nice build, she had to admit that, and his face was another thing she could enjoy looking at, that was for sure. She just might have to get to know him better, he certainly seemed a hell of a lot more interesting than most of the guys here.

"So, Fritzi, what are ya in for? The 'lovely' British Government sent me here....."

She sent him a sweet smile as she watched him touch a scar over his eye, idly wondering where he had gotten it.

"I'm here because my parents could care less about what happens to me, and they figured I should at least do something useful with my life, so they sent me here. The German government was much too happy to gain another future agent." She shrugged. "I'm not complaining though, since it's a pretty cutthroat place here, but it keeps me from getting bored. And the Brit's are a bunch of idiots..."

Fritzi turned back around, turning and walking down another side hallway, taking detours to make sure to avoid any teachers that might try to send her to class. It wasn't her fault that she couldn't stand the math teacher, who was a complete and total bitch.

"So, what are your specialties? Did you come with them, or did you get them assigned to you like they do with most of the Freshies?" She asked him idly, running a hand along the wall as she kept her ears listening for the sound of anyone else walking, ready to hide in case it was a teacher, or someone she had pissed off lately, since a hallway this small was a terrible place for a fight.

[Declan O'Malley]

He pursed his lips at her question. His specialty? She must have meant why the government wanted to train him for their own uses. He straightened up a bit. "Specialty?...Ah, ah suppose it would be explosives....It was here or prison...." He said rubbing the scar from the incident. It was because of that incident he was caught in the first place. And the reason he went on the run. "...I'm also proficient in bataireacht. And of course, I can fight with my bare hands just grand...." He said proudly.

He walked behind her, keeping up with her with little problems. She was obviously avoiding someone. But he wasn't about to question why, given the nature of the school. Judging by what happened just a few minutes before, he had guessed she had made a couple enemies. So he followed her, his shillelagh ever at the ready.

"Since ya asked my specialty..." He said looking at her again. He had a feeling he knew at least one aspect of her area of expertise, just by her appearance. "...What be yours lass?..." He asked her, a genuine interest in his voice to learn more about the attractive young woman.

If she stuck around, his stay here would most definitely be interesting, to say the least. He pondered this as he watched the way her hips rolled as she walked. A typical man's focus, he had, as usual.

[Fritzi Beilschmidt]

Fritzi's smirk widened as she felt Declan's eyes on her as she walked in a way she knew got almost every (if not every) male's attention, all the while keeping an eye out for any teachers. She took a not-so-quick detour when she saw the Vice-Principal walking down another hallway. It wouldn't be good if she got caught, since she knew that it would mean yet another detention she would have to skip.

"Explosives, interesting... and bataireacht? What's that?" She asked in curiosity as she stuck close to the wall, making a motion to him to stop walking for a second as one of the teachers came close to walking by them.

"As for my specailty," She began, turning around to face him with an even larger smirk, stepping forwards so their chests were almost pressed flush against each other as she stood on her toes and leaned in close to whisper it in his ear, smirk growing even more as she did so. "My specialties are seduction," She then slipped one of her knives out of it's sheath under her sleeve, holding it behind his back, the point of it just poking his back as she spoke. "And knife fighting." She purred quietly.

Fritzi put her knife back into it's sheath quickly and stepped back from him, normal cocky smirk once more in place as she did so, before turning around and motioning for him to follow her once more. They were nearing his class, which sucked, but she was sure that she'd see him again. And even if he didn't want to, she'd find him.

[Declan O'Malley]

Declan listened to her intently and stopped when she made motion for him to do so. His lips curled into a smile as he watched her turn to face him. The smile only widening as she leaned up to whisper in his ear.

"My specialties are seduction," He heard right before he felt the tip of the blad press against his back and he had to hold back his laughter. "And knife fighting." He shivered a little as she spoke softly. She was certainly good at her specialty. He could tell that one from the moment he really looked at her. He knew she was completely put together to seduce men. But who was he to not appreciate it? She was, in every sense of the word, beautiful. He was almost sorry to feel her pull away from him. The feeling of her body so close to his was something he hadn't felt before. It was something that no one had even come close to.

"Suitable skills for a beautiful woman..." He smiled charmingly. He began to follow her again and he rubbed his thumb against the knob of his cane. "Ah, bataireacht is a martial art..." He said lifting the cane and tapping it hard against the floor. "...A martial art centered around the use of a Shillelagh. A blackthorn cane. It takes years to make a proper shillelagh..." He said fondly, looking down at the cane. It had saved his ass more than once. His ability to use it to defend himself kept him from getting killed.

By the way she was walking, he figured they had to be near the class he was looking for. He fully intended to drop the folder off and make the best of his first day at the new school. And if he played his cards right, he guessed he could get the pretty German girl to show him around some more.

[Fritzi Beilschmidt]

Fritzi threw back her head and laughed at his response to her showing off her specialties. Oh he was definitely a keeper, that she was sure of now.

"Well aren't you a charmer yourself." She said, a smirk on her face and amusement evident in her tone of voice. He was smart enough to realize that she took a special care of her appearance, in order to make sure that she garnered every mans, and some women's, attention.

"Ah, bataireacht is a martial art... A martial art centered around the use of a Shillelagh. A blackthorn cane. It takes years to make a proper shillelagh..."

"How interesting, it's an Irish thing then?" She asked him in curiosity, almost certain that he was Irish by his accent. She resisted sighing when she saw that they were now. Dammit, she wanted to spend more time with him, he was without a doubt right now the most interesting person on campus, as she knew next to nothing about him still.

She kept leading him forwards for about thirty more steps, being careful to avoid getting seen through any of the windows, be they looking outside, or into a classroom. She knew that if she was caught now, it would likely get her dragged to detention for the rest of the day for getting caught, and she really was not in the mood to deal with the bitch who kept watch over those students stuck in detention.

"Well, we're here. Room number 148, senior class A." She said, hands on her hips as she stood just out of sight of the door, turning around to face him.

[Declan O'Malley]

Declan followed the girl keeping his eyes open to everything around him. They kept a pretty tight reign on the students, but she had a way of avoiding anything staff related. He tried to stretch out his leg as he walked.

"Ay tray ta be~" He said in regards to her calling him a charmer. He had plenty of practice back home. Declan had charmed his way into quite a few women's embrace for a night or two. Sometimes merely for a warm place to stay out of the rains and mists of a harsh Ireland winter.

He laughed as she asked about it being an Irish thing. "Aye aye. Ah suppose et is." he said smiling. His smile faded as he realized they were getting close to the classroom he was supposed to find. He wanted to spend more time with the young woman.

They reached the room and Declan looked past her. "Jus' a minut, ay'll be out quicker than a greased jack rabbit~" He said trotted past her and into the classroom before turning back to her to offer a mischivious smirk. "Din yeh canna show mae around som' mor'~" He said winking once more before turning back to go drop the file off.