[hr][h1][i][color=bc8dbf]Theresa Sindel Obott[/color][/i][/h1][hr]


[color=turquoise]“Fuck this. I-I don’t need th-this.”[/color]


[color=bc8dbf]"... Huh?"[/color] It was very hard for Theresa to miss Brody's outburst because of all the yelling and the smashing. The smashing certainly caught her off guard. Her cheeky grin turned upside down, and she nearly hopped out of her chair! Her head immediately shot towards the guy - the rich looking guy, Theresa thought he looked like a disney prince for a second (Hot like one too!) - and she caught him just as he was out the door. Huh. Never caught his name. And with that little outburst, it's likely she never will. She had a fleeting suspicion that he was the Brody guy that Lilith called a faggot. She was a little disappointed regardless. She shrugged, there will always be next time. Though, Theresa just sat down and everyone's already ready to claw  each other's eyes out! From here, things can only go two directions: up or down... Probably just downhill because everyone in this club just sounds like a massive asshole so far.

[color=bc8dbf][i]Maaaaan, never expected the weirdo club to be such douches. Shoulda just joined the Music Club like Grandpa said. Where's all that S.P.I.R.I.T gone, huh?[/i][/color] Theresa thought to herself, as she looked forward. Putting her legs together, and tapping her hands onto her lap. Though, Average Andy spoke up and killed all the tension in the room.

[color=fff79a]“Well. Uh. On that note, why don't we head on over to the bathroom to check it out? Not to do anything yet, because I don't know if we're ready to fight off a vengeful spirit. But if we just go in for a while, in a group, and look, then it shouldn't bother us unless we bother it.”[/color]

[color=bc8dbf][i]... Again with the ghost stuff.[/i][/color] Theresa thought to herself - then shrugged. She couldn't wait to see what sort of nonsense Average Andy tries to feed her! It'll be [i]incredible[/i]. She pushed her chair backwards, then stood straight up, and stretched. Pushing out her chest, and raising her arms over her head - arching her arms backwards a bit. She let out a quiet yawn, before reverting back to her neutral position. She watched as Average Andy grabbed his bag - which had a baseball bat sticking inconspicuously out of it. [color=bc8dbf][i]Wait, wait, hold up. They wouldn't let[/i] me [i]in school with a knife, but they'd let you carry a baseball bat around? Talk about racist, ha.[/i][/color] She thought to herself, quietly laughing. She started walking towards the door at her own leisure, she was afraid that she'd accidentally bump into someone and get prison shanked! Fortunately, she made it to the door, and looked at Andy. [color=bc8dbf]"Ready when you are, Andyboy."[/color] She said to andy with a smirk.

As a group, they marched through the halls of the School - and there was not one teacher in sight. Looks like the S.P.I.R.I.T. club is on their own. Or, or, or the [i]Spooky ghosts[/i] scared them all away! Theresa smirked, with her cheeks looking pretty big. She reached into her pocket and pulled out another stick of gum, before sliding it into her mouth and began chewing it. So far, this club wasn't anything impressive to Theresa. Hey, she could tolerate the ghost shenanigans, but wasn't a [i]fan[/i] of everyone being a snarky asshole. Someone could get their feelings hurt. Though, the only thing keeping her here was... curiosity. She wanted to see how things play out. Rather than jump to a conclusions based off of first impressions. When they stopped, it was clear they were where they were heading: The Haunted toilet. Booooooooooooooo. Theresa merely leaned up against the wall right next to the door, and waited.

[color=fff79a]“We’re not going to bother the ghost. We’re just going to check things out, okay?”[/color]

Average Andy said. To that, Theresa replied, [color=bc8dbf]"Sure."[/color] She was sure they weren't going to [i]bother[/i] anything but the janitor. Though, she felt a little breeze coming from the bathroom. Of course, Andy was the first in. He [i]is[/i] their fearless leader after all. It just wouldn't be right to send in a [i]lady[/i] like Theresa to scope things out. Though, a few second later....

[color=fff79a]“On second thought. It looks like we’re going in after all. You can follow me, if you want. Or not.”[/color]

What? Was their fearless leader a little scared? Ooooh, he was totally scared. [color=bc8dbf]"What Andy? Are you scared?"[/color] She taunted him with a grin. [color=bc8dbf]"You need old Theresa to walk in with you, so you can feel safe?"[/color] She spoke again as she got closer to him. She was trying to get a rise of some sort out of Average Andy here, since he's a little spooked by what he's an expert in.

Then he pulled out some salt. Salt. Of all things. Fucking salt. [color=bc8dbf][i]Come on, Andy! You're gonna be real[/i] salty [i]after I punk you at the end of this.[/i][/color] Theresa thought to herself - her willpower was not enough to suppress the welling smile that was growing within her. Hell, she could barely stop herself from laughing. Then he handed it to Deborah and... some other chick that Theresa wasn't introduced to. Saying...

[color=fff79a]“Salt repels ghosts. Well, temporarily. If you’re coming, you can be in charge of that. If not, give it to someone else.”[/color]

In which universe does [i]salt[/i] repel ghosts? That was pretty much it concerning the salt. Theresa was getting more and more bored as this expedition went on. There better be a pay off, or else Theresa was going to take a piss in the haunted toilet and leave. That said, the group pushed into the Bathroom, and Theresa was right besides them... And Jesus christ, this room was cold as hell. Her nips were going to punch through the fabric of her shirt at this rate. Theresa wrapped her arms around herself as she shivered a bit. Who the hell has the air conditioner on at this time of year? The sociopaths that run this school, that's who. She looked around this old, dusty little bathroom. Only placing her attention back onto the group once Andy picked up a watch. Huh? Nice watch. But where did it come from? 

Oh wait. She bet it came from the ghoooooooooost ([color=bc8dbf][i]This time I might just disappear![/i][/color]). 

[color=fff79a][i]“Brody?[/i] This isn’t good. Brody was here. And now, somewhat obviously… he’s not.”[/color]

[color=bc8dbf]"... The [i]butt ghost[/i] musta got him! What ever shall we [i]DO!?[/i]"[/color] Theresa randomly answered Andy. Snickering like a goblin. She was sure that the reason why he's "somewhat obviously not here" is because he left. No body with a brain with take a shit in this dirty toilet - Oh wait! She could use that for her next joke. [color=bc8dbf]"Or maybe, he took a dump in the haunted toilet and it sucked him[i] innnnnnnn[/i]! Ha!"[/color] She walked over to one of the open bathroom stalls and closed it as she spoke - keeping her hand up against it. Chuckling.

Ahhhhh damn. She could see it on his face.
 
She was going to get kicked out.