That Girl's a Genius (403 Residents)

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Another year at Hammel. Two years was bad enough. Three? Nah, not keen. When she was stuck in a bloody office with the dude who reads minds, Lucy was doing her best to keep her cool. Of course, that didn't work for her. Rage was an Australian's best friend, y'know? And what better way to take out such crappy news than to pay a visit to the one friend she'd managed to handle and keep during the year that they'd known each other.

With a quick knock, Lucy realised the common room door was unlocked. And so she walked in, scoping the place out. There wasn't a shit-tonne of loud music blaring, so chances were Sawyer wasn't even around. Each room was knocked on, and no one answered.

She ducked out, reappearing moments later with two large paint cants. She stared at them for a moment or two, shook her head and disappeared again, only to reenter the room with two more. Red, orange, purple and a bright, bright pink for Sawyer. Yeah, she'd like that. A little redecorating maybe? Lucy tried not to laugh to herself as she swung by the common room door and locked it behind her. Then she got to work. Lucy lifted the orange paint can's lid off, staring into it and watching it swirl around. She dropped two fingers into the paint, drawing them across her cheeks. Oh yeah, it was on.

In a swift motion - and without a second thought - she tossed a large amount across the floor and up the wall. Her powers did the rest of the work, allowing it to spiral out and around the big ass canvas room. Tearing her boots off, she slid across the line, accentuating the splash from her feet across the room. Thanks for the paint powers, man. They really came in handy. She continued on, messing around with the two more colours until the room was sufficiently, well, wrecked.

She wiped her hands on her tank top and skinny jeans, staining them further in a myriad of colours as she whipped out her phone and sent a quick text to Sawyer; Hey, you like pink, right?

That oughta get her attention. Lucy dropped the phone into her pocket and picked up the last can, walking over to Sawyer's room. She didn't have long before someone would come home.

[Sawyer Lynn]

Her phone buzzed in her bag as Sawyer's small body moved to the deafening music coming through her headphones. Not at all wary of the other people around her who were probably staring at her, the brunette made her way up to her dorm room after an annoying training session with that blind bitch who kept whacking her with that stupid walking stick of hers.

At least her voice was sexy.

The door to her dorm room was unlocked when she came upon it and without a moment's hesitation, she walked in. She almost fell when her sneakers came in contact with the wet floor but quickly balancing herself, Sawyer looked around to see her dorm room with colour she was pretty sure was not the standard blue.

"What the f-" her head whipped over to her room just in time to see Lucy dump a whole can of what looked like -

"PINK?" She squealed in a voice that wasn't hers. "You fucking pig." She laughed and ran towards Lucy to grab at the paint can.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy whirled around (the paint at her feet really helped her fluidity) to see Sawyer bust into the room. Perfect timing, considering she just dumped a large portion of the hot pink on her door. Lucy's teeth sunk into her tongue; a move to try and stop her from laughing at her reaction. That was until she dropped her normal voice. Lucy bent forward laughing, her eyes firing up when she saw Sawyer grab the paint can.

"Dude, no! You don't get a hand in a prank that's meant for you!" She shouted, pushing off the wall with a hand and half-sliding away. "And you don't get to stop me. I gotta hook it to that room first." With a lazy point, she motioned in the direction of another room. It was Evony's, but Lucy didn't know that.

She made her way over towards the room in question, pursing her lips before hauling the can back and hurling the contents forward - low to the ground so some would slide underneath the door space. It wasn't much considering how crazy she could have gone, but it was better than nothing. "You besties with your 'mates yet? What's she like?" Lucy asked, kicking the door with the heel of her foot, "You met her? Hung out? Does she like your music? I bet she doesn't." She replied with a sharp laugh, running her paint-covered hands along the line of her fringe. She offered an amused grin, resting a hand on her hip; "Sawyer needs friends. Sawyer should take the fall for Lucy's paint-prank."

[Sawyer Lynn]

Sawyer was in the position where if she leaned anymore forward, she could definitely fall into the paint on the floor but luckily, oh so luckily, she managed to spin around just in time to check her balance. "You little fuck," she shook her head in amusement. "It doesn't count as a prank if I've caught you red-handed." She threw her bag and her headphones on to the bed, not quite caring that the bed was still damp with paint.

"Where the hell did you get these anyway?" Sawyer's nose scrunched up a little at the pink. She wasn't going to pitch a fit about it but she didn't like it. She hated bright colours. And Lucy knew that, the little sprite.

Laughing at the torrent of questions, Sawyer followed Lucy out of her room but went to the kitchen, not bothering to stop her from 'painting' the dorm.

"Sawyer needs Lucy to stop being a freak. And the hell if I know what she's like. It's not an image I like to portray, being friendly and all." She grabbed two bottles of soda and tossed one in Lucy's direction. "Heads up."

[Evony Vasiliev]

Blue hair flickered to and fro across ponds and the glass panels within the gymnasium, a ghostly giggle following the barely visible spectre that leaped through the glass pf the eastern ends of Hammel. Evony Vasiliev, the rather quirky acrobat and Hammel newcomer, had finally found her niche...stealing from the cafeteria. Such a task was easy, enter through the large mirror in her bedroom and flit through the various reflective surfaces until she reached the cafeteria. Once there she would flip out of the metal from the oven, grab some chocolate and other tasty treats and disappear once more back into her own little dimension, the 'Reflection world'. Although what she was doing wasn't necessarily legal, or even good for that fact, the pixie-like troublemaker found it to be quite a rush, an entertaining exercise to pass the time and sate her gnawing kleptomania.

The travel back to her dorm room, still a bit messy from her sheer laziness at not bothering to clean everything up, even if she was a week into her stay there. Getting her stuff organised was not on the top of her priorities, barely an afterthought as she jumped through the mirrors in the co-ed dorm rooms. Her movements were quick and barely recognisable, anyone who did happen to notice the petite figure in their reflections would only have a second to do so, even then it would freak people out. Was Hammel haunted with a mischievous spirit? Of course not, just a bored prankster who was simply craving chocolate.

The light into her room quickly became visible, the slightly blurry 'window' into her private living space becoming larger and larger as her dainty figure dashed forward, gaining speed as she headed towards her bed. With a great leap and a giddy cry the blue haired acrobat flipped through the mirror in her room, hoping to land on the plush confines of her mattress. Unfortunately for Evony, things didn't pan out quite as elegantly as she expected. She did land on her bed...too bad she kept on moving forward, the force of inertia pushing her forward until the balls of her feet hit the floor after grazing the bed.

She attempted to regain control but rather than land on the floor the petite prankster landed on a puddle. A fucking puddle! A shrill squeal escaped her lips as the colourful wetness encouraged her dainty figure to slide fast into her door, the slippery surface only making her entrance all the more quick...and painful. With a loud thump Evy smashed into her doorframe, the various candy bars and stolen goodies flying out of her grip like edible fireworks. If the resounding impact of slamming into her door wasn't enough landing into a pool of paint did. It made her failed entry all the more worse, and unexpected.

"...ohhh...fuck..", Evony gasped, her face twisted into a state of shock as her body rolled around in the very wet and very colourful puddle of paint. Her blue hair provided great contrast with the neon pink, not that she cared but any artist would appreciate such a thing. Chocolate and lollies were speckled across the room, many of which were now drenched in the pungent paint. Her well earned treats were now compromised! Evony rolled around in the paint, cringing as her skinny body slowly recovered from the impact. Was this some sort of prank? Who would prank her?! What sort of backwards situation was this? Had fate made it Opposite Day or something? Whilst she wanted to squeal in frustration of having possibly broken her nose, the dainty acrobat actually felt a little grin cross her lips.

Whatever this was it worked. A loud half laugh half cry of pain escaped her lips as she clutched her nose, both in an attempt to stop possible bleeding and get rid of the pungent paint smell. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes as she felt the seeping wetness invade her clothes and much of her body. This was disgusting, painful and highly embarrassing but then again she could help but continue to laugh in excruciating pain at her current state. Maybe karma was getting back at her for stealing some treats from the cafeteria.

"...Fuck you Karma", Evony whined into the air, waving her dainty fists at the invisible entity, she was such a bitch for doing this!

Hopefully no one was around to hear her symphony of hilarious suffering ...

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

For a second or so, Lucy carried an expression of disdain. She didn't even register that this might have been her being caught. Sawyer was already cool with it. "Nah, it counts. If I don't clean it." Lucy replied with a grin. She might help Sawyer; paint in a carpet was a bitch to clean and she wasn't about to put a friend through that tedious task.

"Art room." Lucy replied with a shrug. Was that stealing? Probably. "The pink's special. Had to go into town and everything. Cost me all the American dollars, but your face kinda makes it worth it."

"Hey, at least I talk to my newest roommate. Once." Well, there was that one chick, but their meeting lasted for as long as it took Lucy to edit the facts in her American history book. "Me and the high guy are like bros. Y'know, when he's not being a douche." Okay, that was a lie. But whatever.

Lucy opted to lean up against the wall despite how it soaked her shirt with a mix of red and orange. "You're not much for an uhh- impromptu lesson. You leave you door unlocked, your shit gets messed up." Lucy replied with a shrug, casually tossing the can aside and catching the soda thrown at her instead. "Tell you what; I'll hook you up with a little path from your door to that one. Only cause you got here fir-" She jumped suddenly, alerted by the sudden slamming sound behind her. "Woah, she home?" Lucy asked, turning and raising a curled hand to the door. She decided to knock a few times, leaning against the closed door frame; "Goooood afternoon, Seppo. Hope y'like a bit of colour."

[Sawyer Lynn]

Sawyer gave out a huff of amusement at Lucy's grin, knowing full well that she was most definitely going to help her with this. One way or another.

Lucy's simple answer had Sawyer chuckling in disbelief at the nonchalance behind it. Like the darker brunette did this all the time. She probably did, Sawyer thought to herself, still very amused by everything. "What face? I don't have a face." Sawyer responded with a small movement of her shoulders.

"We got Miss Congeniality over here, move over Gracie Lou Freebush." The voice mimic teased the other girl, oblivious to the fact that Lucy might not even get the reference. Sawyer nodded with fake interest at the people Lucy was mentioning, considering she rarely listened to the other girl when she talked about anything other than pranks.

"I'm a lesson? Re-" not finishing her sentence, Sawyer's head whipped around to find a blue-haired girl flailing about - was she the one Sawyer played basketball with once? No...that one was a little taller and less translucent than this one, she remembered.

"Karma is a big bitch though. And her middle name is Lucy. Just for the record."

[Evony Vasiliev]

A mewling noise wavered out of Evony's lips, the throbbing pain in her face pulsing through much of her paint splashed body. She was still in a mild state of shock, not really bothering to stand back up because that would simply make more of a mess, especially with all the paint clinging to the back of her squirming body. A barely audible stream of swear words bounced off the acrobat's quivering tongue, the futile attempts at lifting her head off the squelching ground frustrating her that little bit more. Evony's futile attempts at escaping her colourful bonds were thwarted when she heard a light tapping on her door she froze, people were home and had clearly heard her.

"Urgh...yeah, I think my nose is bleeding...", Evony croaked, still holding her nose as she spoke through the door to the mysterious female voice. Soon enough though the door was open and there she was, exposed in all of her horrendously pink and bloody beauty. Evony was quite literally laying in a pool of paint, candy strewn across the room and if one were high enough they'd think Willy Wonka had vomited in there.

Who were these girls? Were they her mysterious dorm buddies? Well for one thing, they were gorgeous and it seemed they had also fallen victim to the paint, unless they were the culprits. Furrowing her brow, Evony gazed at the rather cheery looking chick covered in paint, she was hot. "You know guys, I'd love to stay and chat but I'm sort of stuck here...and I think I'm broken", she stated, her voice all nasally from holding her nose. "...and I'm getting paint in my fucking underwear..", she moped, attempting to pout even when her hands were clasped over her face.

Flashing her cerulean gaze between the two pretty girls Evony wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to accuse either, it was a harmless prank and although the risk of having broken her nose is big she would have done the same...or worse. But by the overtly obvious hints it was clearly the tattooed girl who had masterminded this attack. Damn this gorgeous troublemaker! "Well Karma Lucy Bitch is a ho!", she playfully growled in between wincing at her own pain. This was embarrassing

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"You had a face, dude." Lucy shot back, shrugging her shoulders.

Lucy tilted her head when the door finally opened, her eyebrows furrowing when she finally got a look at them. Definitely pink and, yeah, definitely bloody. And more importantly, there was candy all over the place. She burst out laughing when this chick mentioned paint in her underwear; "Oh, yeah. Y'get used to that," She stated, her country accent playing thick into her words, "It's not a good prank if someone doesn't walk away with a broken something." That was a bad point to make. And a joke at that.

With a wave of her hand, Lucy gestured in her friend's direction, "Don't look at me. Sawyer did it." She accused nonchalantly, taking the even steps towards the girl who's nose she'd inadvertently broken. Whoops. "Nah, she's not a ho. This Lucy's gonna help you up." She used her abilities to settle the paint and level her footing before extending a hand out. But before she'd make contact, she plastered an amused grin on her face; "-For no less than three of your candy bars."

[Sawyer Lynn]

"I most certainly did not have a-" before the petite brunette could finish her sentence, the blue haired girl started to whimper.

Scrunching her nose up a little at the sight of blood, Sawyer decided to concentrate on anything else but the blood. It was a little gross but thankfully nothing she couldn't handle. But who actually liked to look at blood anyway?

The new girl's statement made Sawyer snort indelicately. She quickly turned to Lucy with a smirk, sharing the joke with her brunette friend.

"You're gonna have to get used to a lot more things getting into your underwear, babe." Sawyer chortled, ribbing Lucy in her side. What classy comedy.

When the blame was pushed on her, Sawyer gave her friend an eyebrow raise before shaking her head in amusement.

"She is most definitely a ho. But sure. I take full responsibility for all this." She gestured to the general vicinity.

Sawyer's ears perked up at the sound of candy before wrinkling her nose.

"There better not be any chocolate in you." She raised her eyebrow at Lucy. "I plan on sucking you dry tonight and I would not like to get an allergic reaction while I'm down there." That kind of talk was almost mandatory when it came to their friendship. And of course it had to be in front of the newbie. Bonus points if the newbie had a problem with that kind of talk.

[Evony Vasiliev]

The sickening bright pink sludge that dampened her clothes was getting worse, it was sticky, gross and pungent. Not only that but it was caught in her hair, the sky blue now drenched in gumball pink. It was a mess, not unlike something else...although at least this time she hasn't gotten any of the liquid in her eyes. Blushing at the thought Evy scrunched up her brow as her two tormentors stood over her, conversation as clear as day.

Talk of stuff getting into her underwear wasn't necessarily shocking, at least the girls were open enough to joke about that. "I think I've had enough sticky stuff in my panties for today, maybe next time", Evy sniffed, attempting a grin as she pinched her nose tight, didn't want anymore blood leaking out. Soon enough, she'd be a red, pink and blue mess, such a great first impression. Everyone would want to get into her underwear after this.

"You're actually bargaining with a cripple? Holy shit, and I thought I was bad", Evy stated with a blank expression, swinging her arm across the paint splattered floor and grabbing the three nearest candy bars she could find. Reaching up with one hand, still firmly grasping the paint covered chocolate wrappers, Evy heaved herself upwards. It shouldn't be too hard, she was ridiculously light anyways. The problem was the mass of paint stuck to her, not only that but the stream of blood now pouring out of her nose. Fucking gravity.

Evy attempted to smirk at Sawyer's oh so classy comment, tilting her head back as she attempted to stop the flow of blood. Her toes wriggled in the wet paint and her eyes blinked back stinging tears from the pain. "You know maybe I should like, take a shower or something...and I'm not going to mince words but I may need help stripping off. Oooh how exciting." Evy smirked nonchalantly, rolling her shoulders back uncomfortably as she felt the slick paint drip down her spine. She wasn't adverse to having these girls see her partially, or wholly, nude and they had pretty much seen the worst of her already. Crying, bleeding and covered in wet goo. So sexy.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy grinned at Sawyer's comment. Moreso given the way the other chick reacted. She could take a comment or two, it seemed.

"What'd I tell ya?" Lucy asked, indicating in her direction with a tilt of her head, "Your roommates' pumped fulla crazy. Paints her own common room pink too, of all colours. Calls me and expects me to clean it for free. Talk about an abuse of power." She explained, and it was a shame it was so hard for her to keep a straight face. She was laughing through her teeth by the end.

Lucy responded with a nod - yeah, she was that bad. She took the candy bar's from her hand and shoved them into the back pocket of her jeans, paint and all. She went to try to lift her up, but stopped when Sawyer spoke again, exhaling a laugh and tucking her hair over one shoulder. "Yes, ma'am. Keeping a clean workspace for you." She whistled past her lips, tossing a wink to the blue haired girl; "Possessive, ain't she. Gotta love a girl who'll kiss you one minute and kick your ass the next."

At any rate, lifting her was simple enough. The paint around her feet started to try, and once she got her footing she hauled her up with ease. She raised an eyebrow; "That an invitation?" She asked, grinning as she used her powers to draw the paint away from her skin and back into one of the empty cans. "Or a request to leave so the uhh, roommates can get better acquainted?" She smirked as she spoke, raising her hands up and ran her fingers through the mess of blue hair. Within a few run or two, the paint was completely free of her hair.

Like magic. Or powers. The colour filling the not-so-empty can was a horrendous mix that filtered into something of a brightened brown. "Fair warning ladies; I'm only cleaning up one mess at a time."

[Sawyer Lynn]

"That's really too bad. Would have loved to- Well hey, you little shit. You're the one who's in love with this pumped up full of crazy." Sawyer gestured down to her whole body before chuckling at the girl's statement about Lucy.

"Like I said, she a ho." She shrugged, as though it was common knowledge that Lucy was just insane. "You betcha." Saywer smacked Lucy's butt not so delicately before bumping hips with the girl.

"That could definitely be arranged I mean...if this one won't be crazy jealous seeing my hands all over some other chick." Sawyer shrugged. She wasn't much help in the lifting department seeing that both girls easily towered over her like skyscrapers.

Lucy's comment made Sawyer smirk. "Whoops." She said before tipping the can over to its side, letting the paint spill all over again. "I mean if you can only clean one mess at a time. Might as well start with that." She shrugged before turning to her roommate. "Now how about that stripping."

[Evony Vasiliev]

"Aww you guys are so cute", Evy grinned, laughing at the nasally sound of her own voice. Her head was still tilted backwards with one porcelain hand tightly pinched on her nose, stray droplets of blood staining her fingertips as she attempted to slow the crimson flow. Sawyer and Lucy were a very unique pair indeed, a friendship that seemed wholesomely snarky and loveable. It would be a lie if the acrobat wasn't enjoying their playful banter, it helped keep her mind off her current situation.

"I don't mind, three is a party!", Evy winced, feeling the cold paint run down the length of her leg. The summery dress she was wearing was completely drenched in the substance, staining her underwear and forcing the light cotton to stick to her skin. She needed to get out of the thing before it started to dry. When Lucy reached out the acrobat instinctively recoiled, not knowing what the smirking prankster was going to do. "Oh sure, you can run your hands through my hair", Evy flatly stated, shivering ever so slightly as the girl's hand combed through her hair to get rid of the paint.

"Well isn't that just handy..", the blue haired girl smirked, raising a slender brow as the liquid that once drenched her hair returned to the bucket by their feet. Too bad it was knocked over several seconds later. "Both of you are dirty whores", Evy pouted, rolling her eyes as she watched the brown sludge spread across her already stained carpet. She wasn't cleaning that, nope definitely not. "Yes, okay. Stripping, right. Don't get too excited, I'm already wet and messy so please don't make it worse", she sniggered, snorting because of the blockage of her nose.

Scrunching up her toes, Evy carefully walked forward as attempted to shimmy some excess paint off her before the dress was removed. "Just, unzip me and I guess we can work from there", Evy mumbled, pursing her lips as she readied herself for a chill breeze to sweep over her half naked paint covered skin. Her free arm was ready to cover what was necessary once the dress fell, she wasn't wearing a bra...didn't really need to considering she was in the privacy of her dorm, plus her boobs weren't in any need of support at the moment, the perks of being perky. B cups for life! Evy was sure the comical duo wouldn't mind, there really wasn't much to see anyways.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"I do love a crazy chick." Lucy mused, more to herself really. Like somehow it took real concentration to remember why. "It helps when she's hot, too. But clearly looks aren't everything." She inherently scowled as soon as Sawyer hit her and glaring daggers at her. "What'd I tell ya? Possessive."

Still, she moved on. She wanted to at least try to help, though she knew how well that was going to go before she even started; "Yeah, I'm gonna touch your hair. Cause it makes her jealous and she's a lot more fun to roll around with when she's pissed." Lucy retorted with a smirk. "Pissed off, I mean. Not pissed. When she's drunk she's just clingy. And whiney. And she cries a lot, and asks me to marry her. It's too much crazy." She tacked a quick shake of her head to that.

"Well, now who's throwing paint." Lucy watched it go everywhere, conceding to the mess with a shrug. With a hand she indicated lazily towards Evony, directing her attention towards Sawyer; "Have at it, sweetheart. You're jealous that she likes me more than you." She rebuffed, peering through the open door into the girl's room with a tilt of her head. "Don't think your hands are gonna win you any points. They actually aren't that good."