Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20160512211718/@comment-26208189-20160523024803

Push just came to shove, quite literally. The ballerina let loose a soft sound, a reaction. She was used to being pushed around, but this had suddenly gotten offensive.

"The Yankee, is that you?" Her brown eyes narrowed as she gazed at the figure who was now moving away. She muttered a few words to her self, though anyone a few inches near might've caught a few curse words as she folded her arms together.

Sammy harrumphed and stared at the pink-haired rosey girl. "I'm not going."

She immediately plucked a pencil from her hair, which surprised Sammy. Where did she get that pen? Next thing he knew, this girl was holding out a notepad. ''And a notepad? That bag doesn't carry everything.''

"Please!" She pleaded, "The Dead Epics opinion on the whole destiny ordeal would definitely work well for my new article that will finally get me in the Once Upon Times! Headmaster Grimm doesn't see gossip as a viable source of news!"

"It isn't," Sammy argued, "Now who are you again and how did you get into my room?"

"It's Tornilla dela Rosa," Tornilla said as she jotted every single word he said. "I need to get into the Dead Epics meeting, and I'm not technically a member."

"Fine."

He walked over to his bedroom door and opened it, "Let's go."