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Ali picked the lock on the door of the annoucements room and snagged the mic that would spread her voice across the campus via the mansion's high-tech PA system. Eyeing the clock, she waited until exactly 6:30am before speaking very loudly into the mic.
"Goooooooooooooooooood morning mutants, this is the dazzling Alison Blaire issuing a school-wide paintball challenge. After dinner, haul your butts down to compete for all the desserts previously stashed in the kitchen. That's right, all ice cream, cookies, butter tarts, chocolate candy-ohs, rasinettes, and milkduds have been commandered by me and will only be surrendered to the last man standing after this challenge."
Ali paused to shove an entire moonpie into her mouth before continuing. "Unless of course you're all too chicken to show, and I'll be eating all your sweeties on the victory field."
Hearing heavy footsteps coming down the hall, Ali locked the door just in time to face a cranky, rudely awakened Logan on the other side of the door's glass. Moving as if her life depended on it (because, let's face it guys, it totally did) she grabbed the mic one last time.
"Weapons and colour coded ammo provided upon arrival." Then, she slammed open the window and scrambled out of it.
Ali picked the lock on the door of the annoucements room and snagged the mic that would spread her voice across the campus via the mansion's high-tech PA system. Eyeing the clock, she waited until exactly 6:30am before speaking very loudly into the mic.
"Goooooooooooooooooood morning mutants, this is the dazzling Alison Blaire issuing a school-wide paintball challenge. After dinner, haul your butts down to compete for all the desserts previously stashed in the kitchen. That's right, all ice cream, cookies, butter tarts, chocolate candy-ohs, rasinettes, and milkduds have been commandered by me and will only be surrendered to the last man standing after this challenge."
Ali paused to shove an entire moonpie into her mouth before continuing. "Unless of course you're all too chicken to show, and I'll be eating all your sweeties on the victory field."
Hearing heavy footsteps coming down the hall, Ali locked the door just in time to face a cranky, rudely awakened Logan on the other side of the door's glass. Moving as if her life depended on it (because, let's face it guys, it totally did) she grabbed the mic one last time.
"Weapons and colour coded ammo provided upon arrival." Then, she slammed open the window and scrambled out of it.