Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150713200153/@comment-26104528-20151112064539

''well, from admiral angst to something completely different. You're not the only one who's curious...''

"So after I gambled the athletics director's car away, life went on for a little while longer. Just me doingmy usual song and dance. Wake up, play hooky, hold a book in the restroom fight club, set things up for the next shindig, blah-ba-blah-ba-blah."

"Now, one of my girl-friends was this girl namedCordelia. Queen bee of the school, had a social rank for pretty much everyone there and the only reason she paid attention to me was I knew how to get top shelf liquor for the five-finger discount. I guess you could say we eventually became friends through business. Not sure where she is now though...

Anyway, Remember what I said about the admins being a bigger snake pit than medusa's do? The king of the snakes was headmaster Thornwood. Real nasty asshole; he'd get into relations with the students, use tuitions to spend on gifts for them. He's the guy who pulled the plug on the Combat school. Now, someone that wealthy and with an army of lawyers, all we can do is not make eye contact when he talks to us. Then one day, he set his sights on Cordelia herself and she was having none of that. Naturally, he threatened to expel her for criminal charges and that would mean the death penalty from her folks. She played along, but not without keeping revenge in mind."

Pulling into an open spot. "Ooh, if I recall correctly, it was also our senior year and we needed a magnum opus. Something that St. Mayflowers wouldn't forget for a while..."

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 * flashback, 5 years ago...*

A younger, blonde haired Anise strode through the overly decorated halls of St. Mayflowers academy for girls. On the surface, the pristine uniforms, strict schedules, and other boarding school tropes would present everyone as the incorruptible little angel that the parents loved to convince themselves with. For the onlooker, she was giving everyone, specifically the girls that no one paid attention to, a cheerful hello as she went to class. The reality, she was giving them a very special invitation...

''Dear miss, Cordelia Willardson has invited you to a party to be held immediatly after the finals on friday. Don't beleive me? Come to the abandoned combat wing at three o'clock today and all your questions t'will be answered.''

''Have a great day! ''

Later that afternoon, Cordelia and her friends were setting things up. An old teacher's chair was being dusted off for the queen bee and her two athletic friends stood at her sides like royal guards. Slouched upon her throne, the burnette brushed her hair aside while Anise stood at the door, chewing on a cigar and waiting for the school underdogs.

In the corner of her eye, there they were. The mathletes, the wannabees, the angsters, the forgotten. All of them had just gotten an invite with Cordelia and all curious as to why her majesty wanted thier kind at her party...

"Good afternoon ladies." Cordleia declared as she stepped off her throne and gave a princess-ly handshake to her subjects. "I suppose you're all here about the party at the end of this month and why the royal me has invited you. Well, I shall explain." she stood on her throne like it was a podium. "seven months ago, our esteemed Headmaster Thornwood" the group let out a collective sigh at the mention of the name "made some [disgusting details redacted]" Cordelia's voice became notably more sombr as she spoke which raised intrigue in everyone present. Even her best freinds had never heard her like this. "...and at the end of it all, that bastard said either I keep quiet or he gets me expelled."

"Now, my plan to show Thornwood just what this innocent little schoolgirl can do" her eyes twinkled with malice "well, I think Ms. Remington can show you." with a flourish of her hand, she gave the floor to Anise who strode into the scene and elbowed an old projector like a certain leather jacket wearing italian-american. Through the dusty lens, a decadent summer mansion appeared on the screens along with maps and a deed with Thornwood's name on it.

"Took me a few trips into the jackhole's neighborhood, but I found the paper trail. Believe me, I would not work this hard just to dupe you guys." she added.

"As my good friend just said, I am giving all of you the chance to get some sweet revenge on thornwood with a party at his summer mansion. All I as of you besides the obligitory 'keep it quiet' is that you leave the place looking like a warzone."

"...uh-huh. And why should we not expect you to leave us to the cops if they show up?" a girl with jet black hair and cried out mascera asked.

"Excellent question my friend. The queen and her court have been doing this for years. We'd have to put in effort to get you guys busted and I'm pretty sure I'll be way too drunk to do that once the party starts anyway. I still take no responsibilty if you decide to stick around if you hear sirens. You're on your own then, sister."

"I'm pretty sure with all our money, Thornwood's got the place armed up like an Atlesian fortress. You sure about this?" another girl with coke-bottle glasses asked with a lisp.

"Leave that to me..." Anise put her arm around the girl's shoulders and started playing with her multitool...