Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150806065755/@comment-26208189-20150814045812

Nicole glared at the Yankee. "Well?" She shrugged up, hoisting the rope to her chest-level. Damn it Grimm, what was in Sandra's head when she planned this?

Stupidity, that's what.

Of course, she was smart in some cases. Raising the rope was a bit of a signal, and Nicole had to choke down a smile in acknowledgement of how brilliant the de Martin girl actually was.

"Well... I don't know really. Now go win your paintball game," she said.

"Just so you know," she added as she continued the shrug the rope up, "I don't need your help."

Sandra continued to whisper words into the earpiece, while Nicole relayed them. It was a simple prank, made complex by their lack of helpers.

Lance held the rope high up, his biceps strained with effort. Kitty Cheshire herself had suggested the entire thing, and Nicole, Sandra and Lance had made it work. Well, mostly Sandra. She must have had a personal vendetta against the guy. Nicole served as bait, the one who knew the target the most. And Lance... well, he was the muscle of the group.

'''Bruh, did you say Spanish? Can I mention that Pioretta (Pirouette... had a rename) is actually part-Spanish?'''