Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24012109-20161108204158/@comment-8723280-20170127044306

She grumbled, barely hearing him over the crackling sounds of oil.

Of course she could smell the fucking breakfast, it permeated throughout every single fucking crevice of his stupid ass apartment. She didn't know how long she slept, blinking rapidly as she tried to clear her head, craning her neck around her surroundings. Sparse, to say the least, but lived in. Did the dude move around a lot?

Lucina didn't even know what he did, nor what he was doing at Beacon that night. Just that it was shady as shit. She shifted her bonds. Damnit, her whip was still there. If only she could free it, grab hold of it. Then she could set him on fire, along with everything in this stupid place.

Through limited vision, she saw feet walk towards her, before sitting right near her. Lucina craned her neck around, glaring up at him; view half covered by the plate. "What the hell were doing at my school?" She hissed, not bothering to correct it with 'what was my school'. It was still odd to think of Beacon in past tense, after finally getting to go to it. It felt partially like a cosmic joke.

"Were you trying to steal something?"