Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5784153-20131102015256/@comment-4307264-20131117100530

(Mind if I join in?)

Well. That could have gone better.

Mallory Thorne, daughter of an evil fairy, was never exactly the most chipper individual, nor was she ever really the most composed. Today, however, seemed to be a special day. Her pale green skin was nearly coated with band-aids, and her clothes were dirty and torn. Bright green leaves clung to her hair and sweater, her hands were wrapped in so many layers of bandages she could barely move her fingers, and she appeared to have lost a boot somewhere. Bedraggled and annoyed, the pixie trudged to her locker, only to be faced with the challenge of trying to manipulate a combination lock with horrible bandage-flipper hands.

"C'mooon... C'mooonn..." Mumblegrumbledoomhate. "Ugh. Anyone here know how to pop a lock?"