Unbridled Rage

[Max Fritz]

Max tried her best to look nonchalant as she hanged around the corridors of the girls' dorms. It didn't help she was decked out head to toe in dark clothes. Or the fact that this was now well past curfew, not that many people actually paid attention to curfew. A glance at her watch confirmed the late hour "One AM" Maybe her partner in crime was too nervous to put their plan of revenge into action. Max had considered this outcome but the thought still made her frown. But no matter. This was a task Max was willing to complete.

In her moment of heroic readying Max never noticed Wren Averett walking towards her.

[Wren Averett]

As Max had instructed, Wren had dressed in the darkest clothing she had. Black jeans, black T-shirt, dark boots, even black socks to be extra sure. Wren wasn't one to build an outfit with such little color. Not that she was into fashion, but she preferred colors over blacks and grays. The last time she had intentionally dressed this way was the last time she was getting into trouble, sneaking out to find mischief with the boys back home. She wondered what they were up to now. Shooting bottles and chasing skirts, most likely.

"Sorry I'm late, Wren whispered as she approached Max in the dark. "Still figuring this campus out."

[Max Fritz]

Just as she had reached the climax of pumping herself up Max heard Wren. It is an academic question whether or not Max jumped out of skin a shrieked slightly or stood standfast. After a quick fixing of her the black hat that donned her head, Max smiled at Wren "Don't worry." She feigned a face of befuddlement as she looked Wren up and down "Damn we're wearing the same outfit...one of us will have to change..." The grin returned and Max turned around towards Bitchzilla's dorm door. Giving it a push the door swung open. Poking her head inside the door Max crept quietly in, only looking back at Wren every so often. The dorm was empty, not a soul dwelt within it. All the dorm was out at a one of those big popular parties that people like Max were never invited to, or at least that was what she had been told. She stopped at the Bitchzilla's door.

Max glanced back at Wren "After you Fraulein."

[Wren Averett]

Wren grinned and snickered when Max joked about their outfit and hurried along beside her as their adventure began.  She was jittery with excitement, any anxieties about rules or consequences long abandoned.  She had missed this kind of adrenaline, the rush of excitement you get when you're doing something you know you really shouldn't be doing.  This prank was going to be glorious, she just knew it.  She'd played tricks on people back home, but nothing like this.  This would make her a legend with the guys back in Nashville if she ever told them.


"After you Fraulein."


Fraulein?  Wren guessed it was a reference to...something, though she had no idea what. But she wasn't going to let on to her confusion and make herself out to be some lame-ass living under a rock.  Instead, she just chuckled and stepped inside, her steps careful and quiet even though she knew no one was home.

"Where should we start?" she whispered.

[Max Fritz]

Max grinned as she surveyed the room that would be her victim. She launched herself forward onto the bed, sitting up suddenly as it squeaked. Her grin faded to an embarrassed half smile "Sorry...got rather excited." A upturning of her bag strewed a number of interesting devices. Eyeing them over she picked up a few bags of glitter. She looked up at her partner in crime and smiled "Glitter for the glitter queen? Some helpful accessorising of her wardrobe." In a matter of seconds Max split one of the bags across the bed, rolling it across it.

"Maybe we'll ziptie her bag shut, Vaseline her door handle...place a fish in a vent...the options are endless..." Max jumped up from the bed and stepped towards Wren, dropping her volume "If you really wanted we could set some shit on fire...just saying...maybe some homework?"

[Wren Averett]

Wren jumped a little when the bed squeaked, her eyes meeting Max's in the dark, both frozen for that half-second of panic when the silence was interrupted. But when Max smiled, so did she, reassured.

"Seems fitting," she said in response to the glitter queen comment. "You can't come back from glitter. It's like sand. It gets everywhere and it takes forever to get out." Of course, that might set them up to be found out if the glitter stuck to them, but who cares? Bichzilla should know it was them anyway. They were the last people she provoked and got in trouble, not to mention the stack of detentions they got for skipping out on the scolding. She should be expecting this.

Wren imagined the glitter pouring gloriously over the bed, twinkling in the dark. Beautiful, magical justice!

When Max mentioned burning something, Wren made something between a gasp and a laugh. "Fire? Hold on now, you're getting excited again." She gave her grin and went over to where Max had emptied the bag, poking through the arsenal. "If we burn something we might trip the smoke alarms. Maybe for the whole building."

And not that Wren would admit it, but she didn't want to turn a few harmless, confusing pranks into arson.

"To start, I say we pour the glitter under her blankets so she doesn't realize it right away. And in-between layers of folded clothes," she gestured to the dresser. "In her shoes too. She'll still be finding it for months." She glanced up at Max, her body jittering with excitement. The first couple weeks she'd spent trying to slowly acclimate herself to the campus seemed so dull compared to the fun she was finally having now.