Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20170204000442

It was a day at Beacon like any other. And that's about it. However, in a certain classroom currently taken over by a certain student, a class unlike most was soon to take place. And that student was Lailah Farha. Sitting patiently on the desk for her victims to arrive, there was a rather impressive display of cosmetic goods throughout the room. And finally was the sign on the outside of the door.

Makeup classes. And no, not that kind of makeup class.

It was written this way for a reason. That being that the last time she tried this, Lailah had to explain to several annoying people that she was not there to make them smart. Or put up with them. And that's how the sign came to be.

"I really hope people aren't going to keep me waiting for too long. How the heck do teachers do this?"

Sighing, she started practising with some strips of paper. Flicking them across the classroom at whatever she decided to make a target.

(posting order is first come first serve for the first round, then that will be the order.) 