Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-14800267-20150511040722

"Always good to see a fellow cynic in the midst of all this insufferable cheer, Yankee."

She kicked the edge of a chair absently. "Breaking chairs would only make me feel better if it were on Grimm's face." She paused "Or on any face really. But don't worry your pretty little head, I can't hurt people here." To proove the point she unholstered a pistol and pointed it at Airmid's head, pulling the trigger. Nothing happened. She pulled it a few more times to make  her point. "It's loaded. They're always loaded but the Principal seems to think I may be a danger and and has done something to prevent me harming anyone." She reholstered it. Normally she would have demonstrated that it was in perfect order by shooting something inanimate, but she honestly didn't have the energy for reloading it. "If you're realling into stacking chairs, get a daypass to our Literary Classic sister school. Peter Pan falls in both catagories, so I've been there. Go talk to the Barricade Boys from Les Miserables, the leader's Andreas. bit uptight, but by the fairy godmother does he know how to stack furniture. The rest of them are decent, and they're damned good at rioting. One of them drinks like a champion. Drunk me under the table and that's not easy." She picked at her sleeve cuff absently, not really noticing she was a great deal more tractable today.

"Tch- one uppance? I get eaten alive by a monster that torments me constantly beforehand and causes an intense psychosis and paranoia. It eats me after I lose a sword fight that I don't want to have with a child who then steals my ship. I get eaten alive by a monster because my crew desert me after threatening to kill me. I get eaten alive and if Grimm decides Peter Pan in Scarlet is a fairytale ontop of a sequel, I will wake up in a year becasue nothing ever dies in Neverland, spend ten years trying to get out, slowly being dissolved and disfigured by stomatch acid, finally gut the thing from the inside and crawl out with my flesh literally in strips, only to get beaten by rogue lost boys, swarms of faeries and eventually have my throat torn out by a dog. Apparently I do heal and come back, but that's all IF it's deemed a fairytale, which isn't likely... and why is it called Merlin?"