Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160229022316/@comment-26852465-20160326025938

'''"Aaaah..." '''A deep, noble, breathy voice echoed from the darkness of the Principal's Office, as they walked in. '''"How kind of you all to.. drop in." '''What could have been ominous build-up was somewhat ruined as she turned on a desklamp, illuminating the whole office. Indeed, it was a Wight, tall, despite being seated. She wore a pair of glasses over her bloodshot eyes, and her uniform was immistakably one of a principal: formal, monochrome, and semblant of authority. In her hands, was a ruler, that she calmly tapped her other hand with. '''"I am.. Zabie. Who are you two..?" '''Her office seemed kind of cramped. There wasn't much space to begin with, and there were several stacks of papers and chairs along the walls..

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As the door was broken open, the portly man inside walked out. Indeed, he was wearing armor akin to an Order soldier, except most of the insignias had been forcibly removed. "Oh, thank goodness.. had I woken up in there when no one was around, I might have gone claustrophobic!" He laughed heartily, patting his belly. "I thank you, good sir.. may I have your name?"

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"Hn!?" He indeed was hit by the bike, being floored by it... but he was still alive. He got up... now fuming. "You motherfucking shit! Give me back my bike!" The little girl fled into an alleyway, he lit up another molotov, staring through gritted teeth as he charged after Click.