Board Thread:Bully Fanon Roleplay/@comment-4059927-20180227093709/@comment-5385060-20180330132830

"Got it!" Josh confirmed. The key itself fell from the nail it was supposed to be dangling from, and fallen behind the stack of boxes. Instead of having to remove the top one to get to the nail, he had to move the whole stack to get to it. Josh grabbed the flashlight. He walked over to the door, and unlocked it. "We will only take one backpack full of stuff. Just what we need. I will replace everything we take when I next hustle the jocks for money."

Josh opened the door. As the beam of the torch lit up the small room, it revealed the beauty of the store room. It was a trouble maker's paradise. Bottle rockets, packets of itching powder, stink bombs, you name it, it was there. Everything needed to pull just about any prank, or really piss off some deserving or undserving person.

He grabbed an old backpack from a pile near the door. "Grab what you want, I'll grab a couple of things."