Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170224150004/@comment-5543592-20170226002333

Randall glanced up as he heard the muffled yelling echoing up and down the school, and felt everyone was pretty much preoccupied.

Rising from his seat, he approached the pantry, removed a few bottles of whiskey, and went to go stash them in his lair. Sure, he'd promised them all he wouldn't steal anymore, but he was also a convicted serial killer and serving out twenty or so life sentences, so what did they expect?