[He gets away with things that no one else ever could. Then again, he's her Vic. Avell is horribly bias towards the man.
There are plenty of books in the room, but Avell is careful to pick on without printed or written text on it. She might be a misfit and a bit of a jerk, but she respects this kind of thing, more so when it belongs to someone else. What's trash to her is someone else's treasure, after all.
She finds a book, a diary of sorts, the back few pages blank. Carefully, Avell tears one from it and on the page writes a few words. From there, the paper is folded into a paper aeroplane. Grinning at Vic, she moves to the window and throws it into the street.]
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There are plenty of books in the room, but Avell is careful to pick on without printed or written text on it. She might be a misfit and a bit of a jerk, but she respects this kind of thing, more so when it belongs to someone else. What's trash to her is someone else's treasure, after all.
She finds a book, a diary of sorts, the back few pages blank. Carefully, Avell tears one from it and on the page writes a few words. From there, the paper is folded into a paper aeroplane. Grinning at Vic, she moves to the window and throws it into the street.]
Just watch.