Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24572299-20140304220502/@comment-24147441-20140305005213

"OWIE!" The bullet yelped, grabbing for her throbbing nose. "Owowowowowowow it hurts!"

"Oh, gracious!" Dahlia exclaimed, breaking away from the trio to examine her comrade's injury. "Are you okay?" She was concerned, but calm, as she carefully pried her friend's hand away from her face and took a peek at her nose. It was a tad red, but not much else was wrong with it.

"I'M DYING!"

"Raye, you are going to be okay..." The rabbit assured her drama queen of a teammate.

The other two members of the pack followed behind at a much slower pace, taking their time. One of them, the redhead, rolled her eyes. The other had been stifling laughter since the time of the collision, and could no longer hold it back. Once Raye had screamed: "I'M DYING!" She couldn't help but explode. And she guffawed all the way up to her teammate.

"You clown!" She jeered, "Do you need some pepper to go with all that SALT?!?"

"Shut up, Teagan!" Raye snapped. Suddenly, she was no longer dying and her pain was gone. "You have ants in your nose!"

"Lolwut?!" The brunette mused.

Peyton, the redhead, with her trademark expression -- serious and unchanging -- walked cooly past the scene her teammates were now causing in the Beacon hallways, and appraoched the victim of Raye's carelessness.

"On behalf of my friend, I apologize." She said, with a slight bow. "Her head is harder than brick, and we don't know how to fix it."