Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-76.118.55.65-20150812045228/@comment-27226023-20150824011127

"That's right. Walk away, pitiful mutt," a twisted grin was on Calli's face as she watched the underbelly of scum, disguised as some goldenboy, walk away to to as he was told.

There was smoke billowing from the hem of his clothing, the back of his hem was set ablaze.

Calli could manipulate fire. The burners that were keeping the meat warm had...accidentally caught on his clothing. Oh, how unfortunate. Calli watched with gleeful malice as the fire spread rapidly with his back turned to them while he followed his orders with a mindless servitude his pathetic destiny doomed him to have. How pitiful.

''Hmm. I hope he doesn't mind givin' a whole new meaning to 'flaming queer, ''Calli thought to herself with a sickening sense of malice. She had the mind to splash his face with the alcoholic punch and ruin it forever but...Quinn was standing right there.

"Shall we dance?" she asked Quinn with a cheeky smirk on her face.

'((I had the most wonderful dream were Calli splashed that alcohol laced punch on Yiannis' face and then she set it on fire. It was hilarious))'