Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-27235572-20150818153108

Just as Lalka was about to give an enthused reply, a girl (was her name Emma?) interrupted, snatching away one of the only safe weapons they had at their disposal. Her eyes narrowed and Petra instantly knew that Lalka was about to explode.

Sure enough, the bomber's hair began to crackle before igniting, turning her short wavy locks into an inferno. Already, the wind was stealing away stray sparks and spinning them away. Her orange eyes were glowing with her fury as she stared at the witch with a menacing glare.

"Listen, doll." Lalka snapped loudly, turning crimson from her ire. "I know how you feel, ALRIGHT? My mom and dad LEFT me at the hospital and I had to be ADOPTED. So, I know how excited you may be, BUT your so-called mother is trying to KILL US! So, I don't give a DAMN about your sob story!" Her voice was reaching a shrill pitch that wasn't typical for such a girl.

"Either, give me that alcohol and she MAY not die or I'll handle things MYSELF and she WILL die! Take your pick!" She snarled furiously before her hair returned to normal and Lalka regained her chipper expression. "WELL???" She chirped, though it sounded like she was shouting like always.

"The alcohol or I BLOW HER UP!" Her manic expression told everyone that she was perfectly willing to do such a thing, with no regard to the safety of anyone else.