Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150806065755/@comment-26807691-20150813222832

Tonight was a weird night. Angeline could hear shouting and gunfire. Wait. Wasn't she supposed to be...

"Oh, right," the patchwork girl muttered, hurrying to fill the gun bigger than her own head with multicoloured paintballs. Agreeing to do this had been a risk, because she might stain, but even girls made of quilts are allowed to have fun.

After she'd finished with the paintball gun, Angeline went the sensible route, left the dorm, and took the stairs.

((I've never been in/seen a paintball tournament before, so this should be... interesting?))