Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150806065755/@comment-26208189-20150813204704

Sandra dropped her jaw, "Excuse me?"

She crossed her arms, leaving one hand to fiddle with her knife. "What? I'm sorry but you're very stupid, even when you don't want to be. I wonder if my Mom ever said that about ye olde Hank--" her statement was cut short by a small tug by her neck...

Sandra could've resisted when he tugged at her collar, but she had been reduced one again to her childly form. She hated it when things like that happened. She wanted to fight back, but never could. All her freaking Dad's fault. Thank Grimm she wasn't screaming to let her go, which is what she usually did.

She stood. She was a brilliant actress, able to portray any emotion she wanted to. Now, it was annoyance, and it wasn't even forced.

She spun her silver dagger in her hand and walked closer to the Yankee. Once she was more or less two feet away, she set her dagger down for one of her tiny knives instead. Tossing it at an exact 85° angle, it went close enough to nick his ear, but instead had pinned his shirt to the wall. "So sorry, " she whispered in his ear. "Niccy and Lance have teamed up against you, and I'm the linchpin..."