Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-8267955-20150409111530/@comment-25686329-20150419155330

((Haha, I think you mean Connie; Ticktania's not in this group.))

The Yankee's hand flashed inside his coat, emerging with blinding speed to show a paintball revolver.

He smiled, yet said nothing as he trained it on Ginny, the closer of the two.

Connie's grin was one that pulsed with childish whimsy, punk, imp-ish enjoyment. Her words were quiet, mostly to contain her excitement.

"Imma go 'clean' the hallways." she uncharacteristically skipped off, humming. This night was going to be awesome.

- - -

Five minuetes later, the hallways were clear. It was some of Connie's greatest-ever tricks. Granted it involved posessing a suit of armor, getting her mop back from her dorm, and a surprisingly well done impression of Tom Fairy (that guy that played Bane in that movie Black Knight Rises, one of Connie's favorites) and she was relatively sure that there was now a demon prowling the Southeast hallway. Trivialities aside, she could with certainty say that no one would be coming back to those areas for at LEAST one night.

She hurried back to group that was rapidly becoming potential friends.

"Vents are all clear, Sarge! I mean, Captain Pythia... I... eh, frick, I dunno what ta call ya."