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xxxxxPaige's miniature nap was interrupted by the soft rustling of an elastic rope tumbling over the side. The little behemoth's clouded eyes flew open, staring at this seemingly helpful rope. Was it a trap? What if the rope snapped while she was climbing ... or even worse, what if the wall somehow broke the rope. After seeing bricks fly out at her (which seemed to magically regenerate or something, because as Paige looked up there were no holes in the wall...) she believed this school could do anything.

xxxxxAlas, behemoths were not quitters. She attached her foot to the rope, held onto it with tiny fingers, and began her heroic climb of the wall once again. No bricks so far. Maybe they decided to play nice?

xxxxxAs she was climbing to the top, she noticed that few people were willing to attempt the wall. Most of them just walked by since there was no one manning the booth. How unfortunate.

xxxxxAlmost as if to mock her, the wall chucked a brick at her stomach. Luckily she had the rope to hang on to though, so there was no tumbling. She swayed in the air for a moment or two, trying to regain her grip on the wall. Was it her imagination or did the wall ... sigh? No that would be ridiculous she reminded herself.

xxxxxFinally, the top of the booth greeted her and she flopped down. She hadn't even bothered to see what was on top yet, she was too tired to check. So there she lay. On the top of a booth.

Krovi had walked from one booth to another, but stopped to see that this club was missing it's booth manager. His tail swished as he looked behind the table only to find a box then spotted the blue mat next to the school wall. He blinked as he thought about trying his luck and stamina in reaching the top. "Maybe someone's up there?" Asking himself as his tail swished even more than usual.

Krovi's ear twitched at the sound of something falling, but found himself under a ghoul. He had been landed on by a sleeping Mandy. He couldn't seem to be able to get himself from under her. " Miss.... You seemed to have fallen..." He whined as his tail lashed aorund as he struggled.

Krovi wiggled even more from under the sleeping jump bear. He used his tail to be able to push off the ghoul from above him. He rose to his feet, dusting off his clothes. He was unsure of where she had come from.

"CLIFF" was written on the sign with something about free falling. Now this was something that might be of interest! As Levi pattered over to the booth, she was rushed past by a rather short ghoul with grey fuzzy ears. The ghoul was yelling back instructions to a dark-eared boil who opened the box to reveal...clothing? Levi tilted her head at the information Mandy left curiously. If she dressed up, she could fall from somewhere high? Done.

...but style? The tatzel had no idea what that meant. All her life she'd only ever dressed for comfort or in what her tatzelfolk considered formal for formal occasions. On the zero-talent spectrum of fashionistas; that's what she was. Looking through the now opened box, she spotted something orange and fuzzy. Pulling it out of the mass of things, she held it up to herself- it would fit. She had no idea it was a costume for Killer the Weretiger but liked the way the tail was thick and spring-looking. That head would have to go though. Thinking nothing of it, she ripped off the head part and the tail as well ( it was the opening she was interested in). Slipping into the suit, she made sure to get her tail through the now open tail hole and cradle the fish-in-a-baggie she'd won at that game booth (which hung at her waist within the suit). Zipping up the back, Levi was ready for some bouncing.

Aislin found herself wandering towards this familiar booth. It'd been intriguing...that and she hadn't seen what it was about, really. She'd just noticed that Cat had tried to climb the wall rather unsuccessfully. She sauntered to the booth and looked around.

Where was... the owner? There were a few other students milling around. One was in... a really weird outfit. Frowning at the strange spectacle she looked around the front booth to discover a lot of nothing.

But she did find a box. With weird outfits. Really weird outfits. One girl was already wearing one and attempting to climb the wall. Was she supposed to do this? Ash sifted through the contents, find a lot of things that she would never be caught alive wearing until finally she settled on something that was good enough. She stepped behind the booth for some shoddy shield to any modesty she might have had before stepping... no. Hopping out from behind it.

She wasn't really sure how she was supposed to climb much of anything like this but if it was what she was supposed to do...

It was a good thing Ash was a practiced hopper. She slowly made her only slightly wobbly way over to the wall. With a tiny grunt the banshee finally made it over to the side of the wall where she stopped for a little bit. It wasn't like she had to catch her breath, she didn't breath. It'd be more accurate to say she need to sort out her mind. She was starting to have doubts about all of this. "What kind of club is this..." It probably would have helped if she'd read the booth sign, even.

Well. No use stalling. Ash reached over and grabbed the rope, looping it around her waist and reaching up with long arms to grab the springy material. It was a good thing she was in pretty decent shape! Although... it was more lower body than upper body. With a heave she began to try and pull herself up without the use of her feet.

"Hnng."

Oh wow. Yeah. No upper body strength what-so-ever. She didn't even lift herself an inch off of the ground. A soft clattering above and a shower of brick-dust had Aislin glancing upward. Just in time for a face-full of pwn. Brick upon brick upon brick tumbled down and for a brief moment the banshee was frozen in shock and horror. Bricks rained down over her head, her shoulders, her arms. ALL OVER THE PLACE.

When the shower of stone stopped Ash was left standing. Her shoulders shook as her head bowed. Tiny, pathetic sounds were all that escaped her. That was until she positively roared and grabbed the rope. Just like The Sword this wall was no longer just a wall. It was The Wall.

Hatred and fury blazed in the banshee's eyes. It was ON. With another battle cry she began hoisting herself up again.