[center][h3][color=FF407E]Rebel[/color][/h3][/center]

[color=FF407E]"What do I do? What do I do?" [/color] Rebel mumbled in a mantra, although unlike the calming phrases in yoga, only made her freak out more. As far as she knew only adults lived in this apartment, but what if a tiny child person wanders by after school, and their innocence is ruined by her naughty art?

[i][color=FF407E]Is it even a school day? What month is it? Do children go to school anymore?[/color][/i] She delved further into this thought process as a distraction, however was brought back to reality when she could hear the commotion outside. They must all know it was her filth that was scattered in the yard. She already didn't want to show her face in public. Will she have to be banished from outside all together. [color=FF407E]"Pull yourself together,"[/color] Rebel whispered harshly to herself, but didn't have the authority to tell herself that given she fell apart at even the slightest inconvenience. 

Although an idea came to her as she noticed what looked to be a brightly colored creature trying to escape one of her open boxes. Pulling off the lid, she found her stash of cosplay items from when she went through an anime phase. It wasn't that she didn't like anime now, it was just more subtle. Picking up the creature that turned out to be a medium length wig, being a bright pink like that [hider=dead magical girl][img]http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/loveinterest/images/2/29/Screenshot_2_12840.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140110015902[/img][/hider]she cosplayed that one summer.

[color=FF407E]"Perfect! Now no one will recognize me!"[/color] Rebel exclaimed, brushing through the brightly colored hair that hid her own messy mop. Although it didn't run through her head that she looked exactly the same, wearing the same outfit nonetheless. If anything, she stood out more with the bright beacon on her head, but she felt unstoppable, as if the strength from the godly anime girl she impersonated ran through her veins. That or her brain's so panic stricken that its shut down and she's on auto pilot at the moment.

She opened the door, quietly slipping past the group of people gathered the other direction to the front of the building. Quickly, she stuffed any and every piece of paper she could find inside of her hoodie, crumpling the evidence, and appearing probably seven months pregnant with the amount of paper she stashed away. Rebel pondered whether or not she should just burn them, but the chance of committing arson was too high. The paper shredder would do.