Bonnie Gastin Vs. Emily Clarkson (Debut!)

Allison was unphased by the twins' bravado. She tilted her head and regarded them with muted interest, as one might observe a pair of rare birds at the zoo.

She remained unperturbed until there was talk of a match, between Jocelyn and Bonnie. Her jaw clenched and her face hardened, her feline green eyes stabbed at the squabbling girls. She had very specifically forbidden such a thing. She had told Jocelyn and Bonnie that each was to not bother with the other. Of course, having told that to Jocelyn, in the present state of their relationship, may have only guaranteed that it would happen.

"Come along, Emily," she said, keeping her voice as smooth and as even as it ever was while she took Emily by the arm and led her backstage. She'd had quite enough of rubbing elbows with human trash.

Bonnie looked on with eyes full of vengeance as Jocelyn slinked away, the harder blow coming as Allison called for Emily. The Twins immediately turned to look at the girl. They felt like they should tell her that she shouldn't go. That it was a mistake. That she shouldn't associate with something like her. All that jazz. IT didn't matter. Neither twin spoke, nothing they could say would steer her away from Allison now.

And Bonnie felt like she orchestrated it all. This was her plan, it had worked technically and yet it didn't. But the worst part was she got this kid mixed up in this and was probably going to want to grow up to be just like her dear aunt who was too good to fight either of the twins.

Bonnie's head just sunk as the duo was left alone in the arena. Bonnie got what she wanted... Most of it. At least half of it. Maybe. And yet she just felt like an empty, manipulative bully.