Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-14800267-20150513124101

((It's great having interactive RPers too! So many threads die because no one wants to create conflict or have their characters disagree or throw in new challanges. :) really enjoying it!))

Yankee's intervention had been timely- otherwise the next person to open their mouth would have ended up spitting splinters. Instead she stood ramrod straight, staring ahead trying not to stab everyone in the face. She wrapped her arms around herself to keep her hands from laying idle and open to violent impulse

She tried to focus on the rest of the ruckus but her entire being was seething with the overwhelming urge to kick down his door and bludgeon his face in with whatever was close at hand. Shaking the the effort to control waves of choking fury, she looked around with a feverish glance

"Air... I need air" she spotted the small window at the back. She shoved her way through the milling students, and clawed for the window catch. There wasn't one. Unsurprisingly Grimm didn't want their window open where any stray students might hear their talk of revolution. She remedied it by putting her fist through the ornate glass pane, and wrenching chunks out of the way and slumped against the frame.