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Heather Mason (tufui_egoeris) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

The idea of using the bench to beat against the wall was, admittedly, fucking genius but the fact that even that much abuse seemed to leave the wall mostly unmarred took away a bit of enthusiasm. Cheryl muttered a disappointed curse under her breath but Bob's rather impressive impromptu dance did manage to wring a grin from her.

"Pretty fly for a white guy," she snickered, nodding her approval of his wicked moves. For a moment, she rested with her back against the wall and merely flexed the sting from her fingers and palms but she soon turned her attention back to the wall.

"Debuting tonight at the first ever hell night at Heaven's Night," Cheryl moved to resume thumping out something as close to a dance beat as she could manage against the wall but, this time, she chose to use palms, knuckles, knees, and feet - scrapes and bruises be damned. "The silent man who knows just how to use his mouth - Bob Hothose!"

The fact that she was beginning to get perhaps a bit stir-crazy did occur to Cheryl but she just didn't care; all she really cared about, at this point, was either breaking down the wall with one of the damned benches or making enough noise so that someone would come along and let them out.