Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24286038-20140304192147/@comment-13488655-20140502204201

While waiting for the dorms to be cleaned up, Gylfie tries to burn off some of her frustration by looking for something calming for her to paint.

"....How the hell did our dorm get wreaked in the first place?" She grumbled with a sour expression on her fas as she walked around Beacon with a easel and a few art supplies in a small wooden box.