<span style='font-family:arial'> Character: <span style='color:red'>Xhankis Ludosmian</span> Date: 24° Dyo, 81380 Weather: Partly cloudy, bit chilly. Clothes: Black zip-up hoodie, baggy black pants with chains hanging off them in random places held up by a prettyful magenta and black checkered belt. - Lately, going outside for a break between classes had become a daily routine for Xhankis. A couple weeks ago, he wouldn’t even consider going outside, and would’ve preferred to lock himself up in his dorm room and watch television or study or something of the sort. But the fresh air was now well-needed, and he looked forward to the times he ventured out into the grassy campus grounds. Sometimes he’d bring a small snack or lunch, but this time, he’d came empty-handed. Looking for a place to sit was always the most difficult part. Sitting out and talking with your friends was quite popular nowadays. Xhankis, though…he had no friends. Which is why he came out, mostly - to make some. He had acquaintances, but that was all. Yes, he was outgoing, but hadn’t really taken the time to meet new people. I mean, it was very likely that he’d had friends before that unexpected bump on his noggin, but if he did, he currently didn’t remember them. Once in a while people would wave to him, quite an embarrassing situation - he didn’t have one clue who they were - but he waved back anyway. Once someone had even approached him, knowing him obviously from before, but he’d obviously hurt them by not knowing who they were, and they never spoke to him again. Searching the place for a nice spot, perhaps in the sun, he felt slightly uneasy as he sensed a person to his right staring at his tusks. What losers. Shrugging it off, he found himself a spot that wasn’t…picture-perfect, per se, but good enough for the time being. It was in the shade, beneath an aged oak, but mere feet away from two teens making out. But it was either that, or sit in the depths of his dull bedroom, and he chose to be outside. He didn’t mind the teens, at first, but then it became slightly uncomfortable - <span style='color:red'>couldn’t they stop for two seconds to breathe?</span> - and then he began laughing off the situation, and ended up sitting on the steps. Oh well. He didn’t have to be on the ground…the concrete wasn’t that unpleasant. Ooc: Meh.</span>
Tee had a horrible tendency to wander the grounds of Janardan though she had no reason to be there. In fact, of all places she could be, Janardan would probably be the least likely place one would expect to find her. With no formal education (and furthermore no desire to learn anything) the school environment was completely foreign to her - yet she still came. Something about the multitudes of children, teens and teachers all wandering from place to place as if they had a purpose intrigued her, and she wished deep down to be a part of the community. On her visits to the school grounds she never bothered anyone, somehow managing to blend in despite herself (maybe it was the backpack?) Though she wasn't shy or reserved, there was something about the environment at the academy that instilled a sort of respect in her. She never bothered the students for fear that she might disturb their studies (as she really had no idea what was involved in the process of studying.) Instead, she took her usual seat next to a wall and sat cross-legged on the ground. She remained still there for a while, just watching the Janardan population mull about, running from class to class and stopping to talk to their friends. She leaned back against the wall with a content sigh and stuffed a cigarette into her mouth, chewing it for a moment before quickly lighting it and taking a long drag. She held it in for a moment, then exhaled slowly, closing her eyes. Despite the excitement of the courtyard, boredom quickly settled in. After about five minutes she reached into her bag and pulled out her drumsticks. She turned them over in her hand, then began tapping them gently against the hard ground, banging out a quiet rhythm to entertain herself and pass the time. Soon she was completely engrossed in the activity, quite actively banging out a complex (yet nearly completely inaudible) pattern on the packed dirt. Tappa-tappa-tap-t-tap!
<span style='font-family:arial'>As boredom drew nearer and nearer, Xhankis began to brainstorm what to do for the period of forty-five minutes before his next class started. Thankfully, before he could decide that there was nothing out here for him today and return to the confinement of his tedious dorm, she caught his eye. She was peculiar, that was sure. If the excessive camouflage and speakers hanging off her bookbag didnÂ’t do it, the green goggles did. And Xhankis liked it. It was his type of person: out there. How come heÂ’d never seen her before? Sure, it was a big academyÂ…but she seemed to be completely independent and unattatched to the rest of his Janardan peers, and yet, at the same time, she seemed to mesh right in with the crowd. Xhankis stood up, brushing nonexistent dirt from his thighs(as a habit), before strolling right over to her. She seemed to be engulfed in the task of making a beat against the soil beneath her, and for a few moments, Xhankis watched in interest and amazement. HeÂ’d never really been one with the arts, although at one point of his life - or so he was told - heÂ’d attempted to learn the bass guitar. After a while, he wondered if she was even aware of his presence. </span>
Squeal was most definitely not aware of Xhankis' presence. Her tapping began to increase in frequency and urgency, and before long she was full out flailing her arms, tapping her thin wooden drumsticks against rocks, the wall behind her and a soda can to achieve different drum timbres. The rhythm was actually coming along quite nicely - it had a distinct, clanky groove to it (accented nicely by the aluminum can, which provided a nice hollow tinny sound.) She was just about to segue in to a wild soda-can solo when suddenly one of her drumsticks ricocheted off of a rock and flew off a good ten or fifteen feet away. She sat there, stunned for a moment (as the shock to her hand was mildly painful) and then shook it off, looking up slowly in somewhat of a daze. She saw something nearby, and without much thought she reached out, attempting to snap it up. It didn't budge - and it was certainly thicker than a drum stick. She paused, boggling, and muttered to herself. <span style='color:#199AF5'>...Now wha' in the bloo'y hell is this?</span> She felt around on it a bit more, then glanced up, a somewhat stupified grin crossing her face. <span style='color:#199AF5'>DUH! How kin ya be so damn stupid, Squeal? 'Sa STUDENT!</span> She grinned and hopped to her feet, propelling herself a good foot or two in the air before landing with a loud THUD. She extended her paw, her grin so wide you could see nearly every tooth in her mouth. <span style='color:#199AF5'>Well HEYA, stranger! 'Bout time summ'n came up t'me and intro themselves! Pleasure makin' your...</span> - she glanced at her paw. <span style='color:#199AF5'>Ah wha' th' ell'm I doin', eh? Less get acquainted right proper!</span> With that she extended her arms and tugged Xhankis into a tight hug, squeezing quite firmly. <span style='color:#199AF5'>Blo'y 'ell, 'ugs is a good thing, innit? ...Whass yer name, stranger?</span>
<span style='font-family:arial'>Xhankis gave her a weird look as she groped at his shoe. <span style='color:red'>What in the…</span> Before he knew what was going on, she’d flung her arms around him and was being squeezed. <span style='color:red'>“Errr…yeah!"</span> he exclaimed unsurely in reply to all of her uncomprehendable outbursts. <span style='color:red'>Jeez, she has a weird accent...</span> But he continued to grin. Just the way she was, put Xhankis in a good mood…something about her. Soon he pulled away from the hug, and scratched his head in awkwardness. <span style='color:red'>“Name's Xhankis,"</span> he introduced himself, wondering if such a wacky person had a wacky name to go with herself. ooc: =o Short.</span>
Squeal positively beamed at the stranger. She just stood there, staring at him with an amazingly sweet, almost creepy grin plastered across her face. She remained there for a good thirty to fourty seconds, just kinda nodding. It was quite obvious her mind had drifted elsewhere. The problem was, in fact, that she'd spotted a strange structure made from iron piping protruding from a nearby building. She was contemplating collecting up her drum sticks and running over to them to begin playing. She flitted her ears, glancing around fervently in a desperate attempt to find those drum sticks. Suddenly, something passed through her field of vision. Oh, yeah - it was Xhankis! <span style='color:#199AF5'>Ah, shites, I was talk'n t' someone, innit?</span> She shook herself off and smiled even wider (as if that was possible.) <span style='color:#199AF5'>WELL GOOD! Right fine meet'cha, I say! I's Tee, but y'kin most def call me Squeal, eh? ...'Ey, y'ever seen unna 'ose small nanimals wi'... come t'fink of it, nei'er 'av I. Butchyeah, call m'Squeal, that's right good.</span>
<span style='font-family:arial'>During her long period of silence, Xhankis was wondering if she was either on a large amount of drugs, or simply easily distracted. Either way, it was obvious she was examining something behind him, and it took a bit of self control to not look. He was afraid that if he took his eyes off her for a split second, she’d vanish. And so, he continued looking at her. Suddenly she began yapping in that odd drawl of hers again, and Xhankis barely got a few words out of it. <span style='color:red'>“Squeal…okay."</span> Yes, her name did prove to suit her personality quite well, as he could quite vividly imagine her squealing at some odd thing at one point or another in her life. <span style='color:red'>“Er, your drumstick…"</span> he said, suddenly realizing that’s what she could’ve been staring at. <span style='color:red'>“It should be around here somewhere…?"</span></span>
Squeal blinked. <span style='color:#199AF5'>M'whatwho? Whozit? Er...</span> - then she went silent. Scratching at the back of her neck for a moment, she glanced around nervously. <span style='color:#199AF5'>Ah! Yah, that'n. I s'poses I c'd jes like, oh, Ionno. Git a new'un fr' somewhur.</span> She looked down at the ground, searching - not very hard - for her missing drumstick. Her ears were drooped - she looked borderline depressed - but suddenly her face lit up and she smiled wide again, ears perking. <span style='color:#199AF5'>'Atsit! Right'er! Li'l nanimal's call'd a Ficalt! Funny li'l 'ings they is. They're so...</span> She drifted off again. It would appear she was a complete mental wreck, and it was quite true that her mind was all over the place, borderline incapable of completing a coherent thought. Somehow, however, she managed to cobble together the presence of mind to be able to do so much as speak, which she obviously didn't put too much effort into. <span style='color:#199AF5'>Ah! Bl'y 'ell! Thur's th'bugger!</span> She dove onto the ground, gathering up her drumsticks, then rolled onto her back (rather awkwardly, as she was wearing the backpack, though thankfully it was shielded against such eventualities.) She was now looking up at Xhankis from the ground, upside-down, with the back of her head nearly resting on his toes. <span style='color:#199AF5'>Well 'ey 'err! Fun meetin' y'ere, innit?</span> She flashed another toothy grin. <span style='color:#199AF5'>So yer a stu'ent, eh? Might be a bittuh a s'prise t'ya, but I never went t'scoo. Dun matter, I t'rned out right good 'nyway, eh?</span> She paused a moment. <span style='color:#199AF5'>D'n answer tha'. ...Y'like m'hair? Ionno if I should do 't diffrn't.</span>
<span style='font-family:arial'>Xhankis let out a laugh, taking a seat right where he'd been standing before, cross-legged. He thought, <span style='color:red'>Slightly abnormal, yes, but she really turned out just fine…</span> He began to doubt his thoughts when he remembered she’d asked him a question. Either something about they mayor, or ‘mhair’. Assuming it was the latter, he observed the way it was cut on her scalp. <span style='color:red'>“I like it,"</span> he replied, patting it. What was he doing? He didn’t know. But her bubbly, off-the-wall attitude made him act different, something he couldn’t begin to explain. He glanced at the large clock set on the brick wall of the building. <span style='color:red'>Thirty-five minutes ‘til my next class,</span> he thought to himself, sighing, and then recalled what she’d said about never attending ‘scoo’. <span style='color:red'>Not go to school? How could that happen?</span> he wondered, giving her a quirky look. She sure was a character.</span>
Squeal tilted her head way back. She eyed the paw as it slowly advanced on her hair with what could only be described as enthusiasm, a wide, idiotic grin on her maw the whole time. The very instant the hand touched the top of her head, her ears perked and her hands snapped up above her head, firmly grabbing his. With a firm tug, his hand was pulled straight into her muzzle and was promptly bit down upon rather hard (with her pointy little teeth, too!) After a few seconds of slobbery chewing and biting, she released his paw, acting as if nothing had happened. <span style='color:#199AF5'>W'thanks, 'tranger! I r'ther 'njoy it m'self. 'Skinda star'in t'bore me a bit, was 'inkin I might cut 't sh'rt 'n perraps spike 't'r put 't 'n dreads. Mmf, 'td be hawwwt ah think! ...M'pnts 'r drrty. 'Nuffabout me 'o. Whutcha do 'ere, eh? Bet yer learnin' t'be a doct'r. Doct'r's a g'd job, I think. Lossa cash. D'you have t'cut any'un open? 'Ats d'sgustin'! 'Ow you even do 'at? I c'nt. 'Nless yer a teef dct'r. Dents't, y'know? Y'kin make cash like 'at, too. Y'know 'unna m'teef hurts a bit, 'twas chewin' on a shiny rock I f'nd. Y'like t'dance? I dun think dentists like t'dance, 'sa shame. Dancin's fun. Y'should dance. I s'gest y'dance murr often, takes away som'a th'serious 'f bein' a lawyer. Lawyers'a good job. Lossa...</span> She trailed off. ...Yeah, that's about right.
<span style='font-family:arial'>Xhankis’s eyes widened as she began gnawing on his hand. <span style='color:red'>What next?</span> he asked himself inside his head. Finally she released it, and he immediately began holding it with his other paw, in pain, though he was reluctant to show it a great deal. Soon she was once again talking a mile a minute, and he was barely able to get a few words in. <span style='color:red'>“You’re welcome. …No, I’m not a… Oh, I was gonna be… Yeah, I dance once in a while--"</span> The expression on his face was a bemused one, and yet he still had an awkward grin planted right underneath his nose. He’d never met anyone like her before. <span style='color:red'>“Well, I was actually thinking of being a chef… er’something… y’know what? I’m not exactly sure…I’m just gonna get a degree and see where it leads me,"</span> he explained, letting go of his bitten hand and pulling a few clumps of grass out from the soil next to him. It was true, he still had no idea what he wanted to do with his life, but he figured once the opportunity came to him, he’d snatch it, without anything to stall him. So he wanted the degree beforehand. <span style='color:red'>“How ‘bout yourself?"</span></span>
Squeal clapped her paws together with glee, rolling to the side until she rested on her stomach. In push-up style she jumped up, swinging her legs around underneath her and taking a seat cross-legged a few feet away, leaning forward as if listening intently. <span style='color:#199AF5'>Blu'y great! Foodza good'un! Ya shu'd make m'a piiiiiie! I'll uv pie, y'know. 'Pple pie 'sthe best, 'f ye ask me. Dun get t'eat much fancy of'n. 'Ad a taco las' nigh' though! O'n me? I make music. Like t'bang on thin's 'n' use m'chines t'make sounds.</span> She reached into her pocket and pulled out another cigarette which she stuffed into her mouth - her other one had either burnt out or fallen from her mouth a good long time ago. She pulled a lighter out and flicked it, bringing it up to the end of the cylinder, when she suddenly perked up again. <span style='color:#199AF5'>Y'lyk t'dance?</span> she exclaimed, cigarette promptly falling out of her mouth. Forgetting she was holding the lighter, she leaned forward in interest, touching the tip of her nose to the open flame. Strangely, she didn't seem to mind at all - in fact, she giggled quite a bit about it. She tossed the lighter aside, picking up her cigarette and stuffing it in her mouth the wrong way. She chewed on the tip for a while, then glanced down at it, turning her head aside and spitting it out. <span style='color:#199AF5'>Y'should dance wif me sum! Tell y'what. Y'all come find m'when ye get oudda y'class and we'll do s'm dancin', pahrty summn' maybe 'spand our minds, eh?</span> She winked as if he knew what she was talking about, but her drug euphamisms and general inability to speak clearly probably hindered her ability to be all that coy. She pulled out a little baggie of - what the devil is it called here? - Nujeq and waved it around in the air with a sly grin on her face. <span style='color:#199AF5'>Dun li'en t'what any'un tel'sya. 'Sgood fer ya. Ain't hur' m'none.</span>
<span style='font-family:arial'>Smiling, Xhankis nodded. <span style='color:red'>Apple pie.</span> He’d definitely have to make her one. At her inquiry, scratched his head, ignoring the pain of the small bite marks on his palm. <span style='color:red'>“Sometimes, when I feel like it, y’know."</span> He was kind of uneasy about her invitation - He hadn’t danced much lately. Shrugging it off, he listened more to what she had to say. He wasn’t surprised that she had a stash on her, but at the same time, he’d taken her oddness off as just how she was. An addict? He was cool with that. But he was positive that if any teachers saw her trespassing on the Janardan grounds flaunting drugs around in front of her student’s faces, they’d promptly boot her off the campus, maybe even with a fine. <span style='color:red'> “Heh, yeah, perhaps later…but I think for now you should put it away. The school staff and the like are pretty edgy about that kinda stuff…"</span> He didn’t wanna sound like some no-fun square, but he didn’t want her to get in trouble, either. <span style='color:red'>“So when d’you want me to make you that pie?"</span></span>
Flashing her trademark toothy grin, Squeal snapped up the baggie in her paw and shoved it back in her pocket. <span style='color:#199AF5'>Uh'kerse. Wo'ent wantcha t'get y'self in trubb. Save it f'later! 'Tll still be g'd!</span> She glanced around suspiciously, eyeing the students around her, then leaned forward, motioning with her finger for Xhankis to lean in too. She giggled quietly, then in a quiet, near-whisper, went on. <span style='color:#199AF5'>B't 'tween ye'n' me, goh'a 'ell ya tha' 'is stuff is well g'd! Soak'd inna tahksin o' sum sort. 'Its ya like a blo'y train 'n' before y'know it it's five hours later 'n' yer a few milezaway, tryin' ta' hitch a ride onna trrrree.</span> - she rolled her R, by the way - <span style='color:#199AF5'>'Sa well g'd time. 'Sa pro'er party! Feels right g'd, too, kinda lyka tinglin' in yer arms 'n' legs tha' jes' keeps gittin' mer intense!</span> She leaned back out, and tapped the side of her skull with her finger. <span style='color:#199AF5'>Thin' 'bou it, willya? We'd havva right g'd time. As fer th' pie, wheneva' ya want, I s'pose. Food's 'lways right g'd by me. Maybe la'er? Affer class? Ionno how th'sall works, t'be hones', so wh'never's g'd wi'you.</span> Obviously she was quite focused right now - when it comes to drugs and food, there's nothing on earth that can distract her.
<span style='font-family:arial'>Xhankis leaned in when appropriate, his left brow cocked as she told him what she had to say about the drug. He knew. It wouldn’t be his first experience with the substance, but he wasn’t some expert at it, either. Only a few times. He wasn’t sure whether or not before he’d been knocked out, he had even had a taste of alcohol or drug in his life - most likely nay. The way his older friend had described him, it seemed he was the most ethical person on earth. <span style='color:#199AF5'>“Thin’ ‘bout it, willya?"</span> she asked, after they’d both leaned back, their postures now at the norm. <span style='color:red'>“Yeah. I will,"</span> he told her in a promising tone. Memories of bad events came to mind…but he ignored them. He needed to let ago again sometime. <span style='color:red'> “After class should work. You should meet me at my dorm… or, we can meet wherever. But my class ends at about four. And it begins in twenty minutes,"</span> he said, taking time to glance at the clock once again. <span style='color:red'>Damn them and what they say about time flying.</span> He‘d need about an hour or so to make the pie, but he could buy time if he went shopping and got that premade crust. <span style='color:red'>“Maybe come around five-thirty, if you‘re up for it."</span> <span style='color:red'>Great. Inviting a complete stranger, who‘s a druggie, into your home.</span> Snapped the back of his mind. <span style='color:red'>Meh. She seems harmless…</span></span>
She cocked her head aside, thinking as if she had a packed schedule for the rest of the day. She tapped her chin thoughtfully - <span style='color:#199AF5'>'Ell, I s'pose I k'd fitcha in at s'm point, eh? Actua', five-thirrrrrrrrrrrty it is</span> - she rolled her R again - <span style='color:#199AF5'>Mmm, pie soun's well g'd. Ain't had summat sweet in... well, awhile!</span> She licked her lips thinking of the taste of that sweet, sweet pie. Mmmf - pie. As for the night ahead, she had plans. Pie would be just one part of the amazingness of the evening she was now looking forward to. She was going to round up all the fun stuff she could find - everything colorful, flashy, explosive, or potentially dangerous - and drag them all over to the dorm for a wild, two-'dragon party of epic proportions! In fact, as soon as he left it was off to the junkyard for her to look for new pipes to bang on and new colorful pieces of plastic to wave around. Chances were they'd disturb the neighbors - but who cared? It was gonna be fun! She perked an ear a moment, canting her head aside. <span style='color:#199AF5'>'Ey. Y'like fireworks? 'N' mur 'portantly, y'gots a smoke d'tector?</span>
<span style='font-family:arial'>Xhankis nodded in approval. <span style='color:red'> “Good. I’m in dorm…"</span> he suddenly realized she probably would have trouble finding his dorm, the building being as humungous as it was. And, she’d probably barge into the completely wrong room and begin interrogating people of what they’d done with “’er Xhankis". <span style='color:red'>Oh, c’mon, she’s not that psychotic… - but at the same time, it could happen. Mine as well just be safe. “Y’know what? Nevermind. I’ll just meet you here around five-thirty."</span> <span style='color:#199AF5'>'Ey. Y'like fireworks? 'N' mur 'portantly, y'gots a smoke d'tector?</span> Xhankis let out a nervous “you’re-not-serious-are-you?!" laugh, but almost immediately he came to an abrupt stop, detecting that she probably was.<span style='color:red'> “Uhhh… Yeah, I have a smoke detector. But er, maybe we can save the fireworks for some other time, eh?"</span> By now his paw was throbbing in a small, annoying ache, but he continued to disregard it as no big deal. </span>
Squeal shook her head, chuckling. <span style='color:#199AF5'>Ah, y'gossa t'ke risks, boi! Suck 't up! I'll br'ng ev'rything y'need to party prop'rly - dontchu worry!</span> She reached into her bag and pulled out a little ball of newspaper with a string protruding from it. <span style='color:#199AF5'>Watchiss, eh?</span> With that, she pulled out one of her dozens of lighters and lit the string, lobbing the bundle way up in the air. About fourty feet up the flame caught the newspaper and the bundle exploded with a resounding boom. Cobalt blue flares showered down from the sky, letting off little magnesium white sparks as they did with a horrendously loud crackling noise. The little white sparks cascaded down onto the ground, setting small fires wherever they landed. The whole courtyard looked in complete shock. Everyone - and I mean everyone - was glaring at Squeal with a look of bewildered disbelief. Squeal was ignoring this, rolling on the floor, beating her fists on the ground and cackling to the point that tears were streaming down her cheeks, along the contours of her muzzle. She was laughing so hard, she could barely manage to choke out the few words that were dancing on the tip of her tongue. <span style='color:#199AF5'>No' 'majjun tha'... 'cept ten time'zaz big an' 'nside your rrrrrrroom!</span> The sky was now raining down bits of ash and flaming newspaper, and the smell of gunpowder hung heavy in the air, accompanied by a bluish-white smoke that smelled partly caustic and tasted bitter when inhaled. Squeal just continued to laugh.
<span style='font-family:arial'>Xhankis raised his brows as she took out the firework.<span style='color:red'> “Er, what’re you gonna - wait a second here…!"</span> he said nervously. As she lit it, his eyes widened in surprise, and he attempted to blow it out, but just then she flung it up in the air.<span style='color:red'> “What do you think you’re doing!?"</span> he asked her, watching the small explosive object as it inclined upwards through the air. BOOM! Xhankis bent his head down between his legs, covering his head with his hands. After a few seconds in this position, when he figured it was finally safe, he lifted his head up, watching the small infernos as they rained from the sky. Glancing around, he saw everyone’s expression, including Squeal’s. <span style='color:red'> "......WOOHOO!"</span> he suddenly called out, punching the air and laughing. <span style='color:red'> She’s way too fun. “Seriously, though, man, not in my room…maybe outside somewhere…but…just no…"</span> he told her in a serious tone. His ears slightly drooped. It would be fun to try. But he just wasn’t up for such a damn risk. He began to let out a few giggles again as he wondered what other people thought of it. <span style='color:red'>Did any authority figures see?</span> he speculated, nervously eyeing the crowd, looking for an adult of any kind. Luckily, there wasn’t, although the explosion was heard from inside parts of the building, too. He wondered why Squeal wasn’t being carried away in some type of squad car yet. Suddenly, he looked at the clock. <span style='color:red'> “Damn. Ten more minutes ‘til class; and I still gotta get my books. So, uh, see you around five-thirty?"</span> he asked, getting up and once again brushing his thighs, but this time it was useful - a small amount of dirt and debris that’d gathered before were wiped away.</span>
Squeal did an odd little maneuver to get to her feet. First she hopped forward, propping herself up on one hand with her legs in the air. Thrusting herself back in the air with that hand she flew backwards onto her hinds paws, crouching and glancing around deviously. <span style='color:#199AF5'>Fi' 'irty 'en? Soun's well gud!</span> With that she did an about face and ambled off, hips (intentionally or not) swaying somewhat seductively and tail going along for the ride. This lasted about ten seconds until she burst out in a giggle fit, leapt in the air and skipped off into the distance. Just before she was out of hearing range she hollered out at the top of her lungs. <span style='color:#199AF5'>FI' 'IRTY! BE 'ER O' BE SQUAYUH!</span> she cheered, jumping in the air and clapping, then took off full speed ahead, doing cartwheels and jumping about periodically.
