Forsaken SCHOOL

Eunoia: *narrows eyes* Save the compliments for when we're not about to die.

*Shedletsky stares at Eunoia* Woah.. *Brighteyes elbows Shedletsky* Stop staring, you ogle.

Chance:What the fuck did you just called me?

*Itrapped's eyes flash dangerously* I called you a good boy. Problem with that? *leans closer, voice dropping to a whisper* Or should I tell Mafioso exactly where you're hiding?

*Mafioso's face contorts with barely contained fury as he points a trembling finger at the door* Mafioso: GET. OUT. NOW. OR I'LL DRAG YOU OUT MYSELF!

Chance:try it

*Mafioso's face contorts with barely contained fury* Mafioso: You think this is a game?! *lunges forward, grabbing Chance's collar with white-knuckled grip* OUT! NOW!

*The teacher glides to the front of the room, their smile never faltering* Let the test begin. You have thirty minutes. *They place papers face-down on each desk* Begin!

*c00lkidd's face turns red* STOP SPINNING THEM! *He lunges at talkior while 007n7 sighs* SON, NO!

*dodge c00lkidd's lunge* hey! *glance at 007n7* anyone got a 'calm down kid' pizza or are we just wrestling?

*007n7 sighs* SON!

*The Spectre puts 1x1x1x1 in a maid dress*

*The killers and survivors stare at the maid dress in horror* 1x1x1x1: KILL ME NOW

Uh.. 1x1x1x1..?

Good girl. *adjusts your blanket*

*ears relax slightly* ...mommy...?