Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-2.51.43.201-20130829062746/@comment-14800267-20130904145012

Jane had some time between classes. Usually this ment study hall, but she had turned on heel before she had gone through the doors as some of the student body were playing a boisterious game of "Old Maid Marion" with a deck of Wonderland cards. Naturally, the place was chaos and she wanted no part of it. Such bruhaha wasn't conducive tot eh learning environment and tested her patience. That usually led to deaths and the principal was already annoyed enough with her from the last shooting.

Presently, she rounded the corridor corner on her way to the fencing range to get a little practice in when she came across some more shenanigans. A gaggle of girls seemed to be engaged in spirited discussions amidst a flurry oh pamphlets. Her lip curled. Dear Poisidion, it was another of these flouncy bitch fests she loathed so much. All catfights and veiled insults. She never understood why they didn't just deal with it using pistols and ten paces or blades at dawn or something far less... screechy.

She hesitated, unwilling to test her patience by pushing through the gaggle. One of the girls peeled off and marched towards her, looking over her shoulder as she waved goodbye to another...