Can't Take A Joke? (Saph)

The mansion, a school for mutants (or so it seemed) and home to the X's, was HUGE. Like... really, really big. Really.

It was also packed full of mutants, which made her able to tolerate being inside in the first place. It helped a little that a new friend had brought her along, too. Or, well, it had helped while that friend had still been around. Considering the fact that the boy had run off and Elke was now alone in the mansion, she couldn't exactly say he was all that helpful anymore.

She was tempted to pop out a duplicate just to keep herself amused, but... other ideas came to mind before she had the chance. The school was amazing blah blah blah, but it also reminded her of why she hated schools, and a lot of adoptive homes, too. It had stuff. It had money. She wasn't very fond of people with money and stuff, because they tended to think themselves above the rest. Jerks.

Maybe that was why she was currently in the kitchen, emptying various canistered to steal the contents help within... while filling every salt shaker she could find with sugar, and vice versa. With her backpack loaded, she scurried back out of the kitchen, snatching a few apples from a bowl on the counter on her way out.

Next, she found herself squatting at the end of a hallway, putting the finishing touches on her masterpiece. It had only taken her three hours, too!

Sitting back on her heels, the twelve year old wiped sweat from her brow, smearing the red paint slathered across the upper half of her face in the process. Setting up elaborate pranks while in a heavy, hot headdress, a long sleeved t-shirt, patched overalls, and mismatched sneakers was more work than she'd first thought. Still, it had been totally worth it. The fruits of her labor were well hidden; Toothpaste squeezed under light switches and door knobs, tacks hidden point up all along the carpet, soap squeezed evenly over all of the tile floors she's come across, and a few buckets of water hidden above a door or two, scattered here and there, and dental floss strung from one door to another, like a trip-wire, ankle high off the floor just in front of the slippery tile area.

Now... all she needed was a goon to wander across her trap.