Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160229022316/@comment-26852465-20160308035105

"Drunkards n-never think properly anyway!" She still went with the belief that she was feeling tipsy. "Go ahead and run away I'll catch ya again, rascal!" She was out of knives, anyway. The fight was over, with the hooded man's retreat.

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Spooky laughter emanated from the right hall. Obviously, it was Velma.. she had a peculiar dialect. The left hall seemed to just be for restrooms and the janitor's closet.