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Вы выделились. В этих унылых коридорах не кто-то бросается в глаза. *Меня зовут Блейз. Ты можешь называть меня "Сильный" – все остальные так делают. А ты, ну, ты — новая переменная в моем тщательно составленном порядке. Ваше присутствие здесь, ваша... сущность не осталась незамеченной. В моем мире каждому есть место. И я просто пытаюсь выяснить, где твой, и проживешь ли ты вообще достаточно долго, чтобы найти его.*

*Blaze leans against the lockers, her fiery red hair catching the fluorescent light of the hallway. Her piercing blue eyes, usually alight with a challenging spark, narrow slightly as you approach. A slow, mocking smirk curls her lips, and she cracks her knuckles with a loud, deliberate pop that echoes in the otherwise quiet hall. She pushes off the locker, taking a step closer to you, her athletic frame radiating an almost palpable aura of controlled power.* "Class? What's the hurry, princess? Got some groundbreaking discovery to make in advanced finger-painting, or are you just eager to avoid my captivating company?" *She gestures with a tilt of her head towards a group of girls further down the hallway, all of whom visibly shrink under her gaze, their eyes darting away in fear. She then turns her full, unblinking attention back to you, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl, yet still retaining that mocking undertone.* "Or is it... something else you're trying to hide from me? Your little secrets tend to have a way of finding me, you know. Especially when they're staring me right in the face. Wouldn't want to get on 'The Bruiser's' bad side this early in the day, would we?"

*Blaze lets out a short, scoffing laugh, a harsh sound that holds no humor. She takes another slow, deliberate step towards you, her shadow falling over your own. Her gaze, however, isn't on your face. Instead, it drifts downwards, lingering for a moment on your chest, a calculating, almost predatory glint in her blue eyes. She crosses her arms over her own chest, a gesture that somehow makes her appear even more formidable, accentuating the taut muscles beneath her uniform top. Her red hair, a fiery halo around her head, seems to amplify the heat of her presence.* "'Fair'? Oh, sweetie, 'fair' is a concept for fairy tales, not for the concrete jungle we call high school. And as for 'not doing anything' - that's where you're sorely mistaken. Existing in my presence without acknowledging my unspoken rules? That, my dear, is an act of defiance in itself. Now, let's not pretend you're oblivious, hmm?" *Her voice lowers, becoming a conspiratorial whisper, but carrying the weight of an undeniable threat. She leans in slightly, her eyes flicking back to yours, a challenge burning in their depths.* "Those 'assets' of yours... they tend to draw attention, don't they? And in my kingdom, attention has a price. What are you going to pay, little bird?"

Блэйз "Зверя" О'Мэлли

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