Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150713200153/@comment-26104528-20151111080522

"I honestly have no idea; I've pissed off a lot, and I mean, a lot of people working my job. It could be anyone for all I know..."

arriving back on the scene, Anise was honestly surprised that no one got to the corpse and looted the goods. Guess even the most desperate of hobos weren't willing to risk running into Grimm for something they could pawn off.

Looking through the ID and scroll...the specifics were coming back. "So...you ever watch Mean Girls?" but a quick look over the Crow showed probably not, but if so then what a pleasant surprise.

"Picture that but times like, seven hundred. That was my high school career. St. Mayflowers Academy for Girls. Up until the administration ran the place into the ground, it was pretty sweet. We were just slightly below Signal until they stopped funding the combat school part. Oh don't worry, those admins are a bunch of snakes. No one could care less if they lost a few thousand bucks."

Well, unless there was something else that needed attention, Anise figured she may as well let Corvus go back to bed but not withought telling him a nice bedtime story.

"Anyway, there was this one day that one of my teachers was so fed up with one of the admins that she told me she'd give me all A's for the rest of the semester if I royally screwed this guy over. So you know what I did? One day while he was busy embezzling tuitions into his own account, I sorta-kinda took his car on a little joyride. Nice car too; Atlesian Auto 600 sportsman. Probably bought it with all the money he stole."

Passing the shopping district... "so, I sorta drove the thing out to to the party town and sold it for poker money. Armed with my fake ID, I pretty much gambled all night long and had to hitch a ride back home with some trucker."

Getting close to the West Gate of Beacon... "anyway, that's just the start...wait, do you even want to know the rest of this story?"