Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26242422-20150330034848/@comment-26191607-20150402023837

Scythe was panting by the time he was done, his clothes was soaked with his blood, and he finally stumbles into his home, slamming his door closed and barricading it. His Mirror-phone buzzes and he opens it. He laughs weakly at Jane's message. "Well, if I show up at school tomorrow, I'll be very bloody. Creating diversions for you." He replies. "My clothes are soaked with blood."