Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30559258-20170708044829/@comment-3991308-20170713060915

"I heard that," rang Marlene's sharp voice. She had pulled herself from out behind the curtain, attempting to extinguish the cigarette somehow. Seeing no ashtray (of course not, you fool! This is a highschool!), she simply dropped it on the floor, and stamped on it with her foot.

It burned through the sole of her shoes slightly, but she gave no care. She saw no worth in such family heirlooms.

"Dumbass my ass," she said, giving a very pointed glare at the witch. "Look, if you would jus–"

Before she could finish her sentence, a loud booming voice rang from the other side of the hall, followed by the sound of thundering footprints. "MARLENE JUNIPER! ARE YOU UP TO TROUBLE AGAIN?"

"Oh no," Marlene made a face, and darted behind the curtain again. "The dean."

((I'm thinking that anyone can play the dean, since idk who the teacher that's dean should be!))