Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33209858-20161121040642/@comment-33209858-20161125223107

The rose-haired princess had just set down her multitude of notes on a chair, and had pulled out her most recent class notes when she heard a sound. Like someone crying out... Was someone dying in the auditorium again? Dainty wasn't too interested in checking it out. She had to focus on her hextra credit. Or, at the very least, get started on it. Her gloved fingers paged through her notes, until she picked up on the noise again. This allowed her to let out a (overly) dramatic sigh.

If this was going to go on for a while, then she might as well locate the source now and deal with it. Otherwise, she'd never be able to focus.

Dainty delicately arose from her seated position and brushed off the nonexsistent dust from her attire. Quickly smoothing down her voluminous curls, she then departed the music room once she was certain she looked presentable. Even if someone was dying, Dainty still had to make sure she looked as perfect as always.

She was glad whoever was crying out was being so loud about it - willingly or not. It made it easy to track. And tracked it was, to one of the many closets in the performing arts buildings used for storage. Dainty was able to pinpoint the sounds coming from the costumes cupboard. Which probably meant some kind of drama kid was in there. Figures, a drama kid being dramatic. Dainty lightly tapped open the door, her gaze peering inside to land on a boy laying on the floor in an even more dramatic fashion than Dainty herself would. It was certainly a sight that Dainty hadn't been expecting in the slightest.

Normally, Dainty would immediately try and flirt with a male - even ones that were found laying on the floor of cupboards. But she was so surprised and caught off-guard that all that came out of her mouth was, '''"Do you need help?" '''