<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/998723462564683908/1000165806690291843/IMG_3034.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Namira Laurent</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Daddy's Girl Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Heartbreaker Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Ishtar's Pride and Joy Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><br/>[ ] Bruised <br/>[ ] Injured<br/>[ ] Maimed<br/>[ ] Taken Out<br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/></div></div></div></div><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone present, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Namira froze up when Gil spoke about what had happened.  It wasn't a glitch, it wasn't the infamous bug; he'd deliberately unfriended her, and why?  Because a bunch of jealous, crazy idiots had swamped her profile with a truckload of nonsense, that's why!  What a weak man, allowing such things to sway him.<br/><br/>"Oh, gee, it's not like people could've made a bunch of crazy bullshit up just to spite me, right?"  Namira's tone was clearly conveying what she thought of his decision, a mocking, spiteful sound compared to the normally bell-like sweetness she could use when speaking to others.  "Gosh, that would be, like, totally impossible, right?"  Her eyes turned cold as she glared at him and his friend.  "Good to know that you're such a pussy, though.  Thanks for allowing me to dodge that particular bullet."  She took a picture of him.  "Hashtag dodged the bullet, going up on my profile for sure!"  She then abruptly turned her back on him and walked away, flipping him the bird as she went.  "See you never, you fucking loser."