Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20160726000337/@comment-28358106-20160924193500

"All right then!" Smiling, she crouches and springs, taking off in a blur. In a split second she is upon him, laughing, ducking in and trying to get behind him. Slipping under his arm, she grabs the handle with both hands, but Jorge turns suddenly, trying to get to her. Flung by the momentum, she handle breaks off in her hand and with a squeak of dismay, she rolls off a distance and comes to rest sitting upright.

She looks at the broken handle in her hand. "Well, that certainly didn't go as I had planned." Standing, she dusts herself off. "So much for that idea. Come on, I'll get the broken off piece out of your plate.  No tricks, either."