"I'm studying law, this is criminal damage, vandalism and sexism in a single package, however, if you get caught for arson, they could subject you to the penalty of law." Karla stated, "The best way forward is to take photos showing all the damage and then writing down full details of what happened and what is missing. You might not feel it will do anything, however, it is a thousand time better than having the law turned against you."

"There'd be no point." Sharp said. "I'd stoop to their level. Instead, I'll sneak into their HQ and take some documents that'll incriminate them, as well as photographs of any other sources."
He turned to the frat boy. "And you, will create a distraction. This way, I can sneak in and out without been seen." He turned back to Karla. "You're free to come. And anyway, I'll take your advice." He pulled out a camera and started clicking.

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Karla sighed, "There are procedures regarding evidence, and evidence obtained by illegal means can have severe rebound effects." she warned, "However, if you can prove beyond any possible doubt that they're behind all this, the police can obtain a search warrant for their headquarters. Then again, there's a not-so-illegal way right in front of you."

Itouippa got excited. "Alright, i've got bricks, fireworks, spraypaint, imported beer, and a full range of steak knives I got for my Birthday last year. I can't wait."

Later on at 1 A.M., he ran down to the "Male Death Camp" as he liked to call it. Legend had it that they kept men in little cells and tortured them and degraded them, using them as sex slaves. If Sharp didn't show up soon, he was going to set off the fireworks now.

(SWEET!~)

Name: Hayden Adderthorn
Age: 19
Studies: Forensic Science and Law
Personality: Hayden isn't afraid to speak his mind, even when the odds are all against him. He is quite sexist and says alot of mean and spiteful comments if anyone gets on his nerves. Despite his calm and cool composure, Hayden often trips and falls at the most random moments. Also, Hayden is allergic dogs or anything with fur.
Bio: Almost no one knows of Hayden. Even his close friends don't know much of anything. But they do know that his grandfather has raised him alone.


"Those bitches will pay!" growled Hayden, he was trapped in a little cage made by the feminist group. He was literally gnawing the cage with his teeth. After a few seconds, he started to banged his head repeatedly on his cage, till his forehead had a dark shade of violet and blood ooze down between his eyes and cheek. Hoping there would be a dent on the cage, Hayden studied the cage.

No dents. 'Dammit there's gotta be a way out...' He thought, as he observes the room one more time.

((Not to burst your bubble, but this thread hasn't been active in over a month...sorry.))

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((SERIOUSLY?!? Oh poo! I'll find somewhere else to RP))

((The currently active one's are all my thread's *get's shot for advertising* and the Family Neighborhood Thread.))

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Skye, why the Hell are you going around posting "LOL DEAD" in all of the threads?