Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-2193950-20140413214454/@comment-9087084-20140417041624

Greg leapt through the woods, leaping from branch to branch. Nothing of particular interest caught his attention back at Beacon, and so he decided to skip classes and head off to catch a nap. Again. Taking a cigar from his pocket, the third year manuevered nimbly through the growth and-

Plop.

A heavy drop instantly ceased any attempts to light the cigarette. Sighing in annoyance, Greg Windel looked up. . .only to have several more drops plop down squarely on his eyepatch. There was no doubt about it. It was raining. Shrugging to himself, he turned to leave and head back to the academy. No use staying here just to get wet. But before he could do so, he heard a loud outburst of annoyance.

"It's raining? Oh come on!"

Well. That sounded familiar. Turning around again, he leaped forward and prayed it wasn't who he thought it was. ''Please don't be the brat. Please don't be the brat. Please don't be. . .''

Landing in the clearing, Greg groaned at the sight before him. A young girl in a black and white dress was glaring at the sky above her. Her black hair clung to her face and the rain wouldn't stop just because she willed it to.

''Please don't notice me. Please don-''

"Greg? What are you doing here?" He was met by the girl's scowl.

Damnit.

First year student Marianne of Team BLAM continued glaring at her partner's older brother. Well, it could be worse. Right?