Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20150610014148/@comment-33209858-20150611033342

A chestnut-haired ballerina found herself gracefully walking into the room. And by gracefully, I really mean ''reluctantly. ''Not to discredit the brilliant minds at work behind the scenes of the club, but Bellerina wasn't too fond of the idea of visiting graves. She knew she was going to die. She really didn't need to be reminded of it yet again.

"Are club field trips always going to be this fun?" She muttered, albeit a bit sarcastically. Still, she supposed this was going better than the last meeting, which had had an argument about "who's death was worse" or something like that. Belle had managed to sneak out sometime during it to dance, and it's not like anybody had noticed her leave so no harm, no foul.

"... And there's still gonna be cookies, right?" She inquired once again, this time not sarcastically. Well, if she was going to see a bunch of dead people or whatever they had planned, then she might as well have some cookies too. Seemed fair.