Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26076483-20150409014251/@comment-25686329-20150410022120

"Oh, you're THAT Scythe," she said, stifling a crooked smirk. She had heard about this guy, even since arriving a week earlier. Mostly about his total 'white knight' status, his supposedly heroic deeds, and chivalrous way with girls.

To be honest, to HER, he sounded like a real goody-goody pricked-on-the-spinning-wheel. However, meeting him face-to-face, he seemed like he could dispel her pre-carried notions.

"Fat friggin' chance, Art." Connie said. "I came here to kick sweet ghost arse and drink peach juice, and Hot Grimm if I'm gonna quit this early."