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Post by Decklyn O'Conner on Jan 27, 2017 6:04:04 GMT
When the haze lifts from her eyes, Decklyn finds herself in the middle of an empty classroom.
Hasn't she been in this situation before? Dizzy, she stumbles towards a nearby chair in the lecture-style auditorium but falls to her knees before she can reach it. She's tired, and she hurts all over. Perhaps she has pulled a muscle again, or sprained a limb. There are deep notches scratched into the dark red-carpeted floor, as if a rabid animal had been set loose here.
Where is she? She hugs her knees to her chest and groans, trying to recall. The light above flickers. When she looks up, she sees that some of the fluorescent light panels tiling the ceiling have been shattered, with their reinforced plastic remains sprinkled all over the ground. It takes a couple moments for her to understand that something isn't right here.
Her green-eyed vision suddenly sharpens, and she can take in the catastrophe that is the classroom around her. She inhales sharply at the sight of splayed stuffing torn from chair cushions, a wooden podium laying in shattered pieces on the ground, some chairs rooted entirely from the floor they were nailed onto and flung about--her body hurts. Her hands are bleeding, and when she feels something trickle down to her eye and wipes at it with a quavering hand, she notices that her forehead is bleeding too.
The light flickers again. Thinking makes her head hurt. I have to get out of here, she thinks vaguely, but her limbs seem immobile, like her joints have gnarled into knots of wood. Wide gashes have been torn into her uniform. What happened? What happened? Why does she feel so bad?
She begins to rock back in forth, uttering a high-pitched whine from the depths of her scratchy voice. For now, she doesn't seem like the adrenaline-fueled beast she had been just moments earlier--she just seems like a little girl, lost and alone.
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Post by Oliver Smith on Jan 27, 2017 10:18:27 GMT
Flipping out the lights,
trying to survive this endless fight It sounded like an animal.
That was really what caught Oliver’s attention, everyone else in the class didn’t hear it or ignored it. Of course, he was in back of the classroom. It sounded like it was coming from the next room over, which may have explained why some of the students didn’t hear it. Sitting for another few minutes before getting up, and shutting his folder. Oliver inform the teacher that he was going to the lavatories, which was a good enough excuse to him…
besides, Oliver wasn’t really a problem by himself. Juniper was asleep, so she wasn’t going to be coming with him on this ‘adventure.’
Every step he took towards the room, the whines got a little louder until he stood outside the door. Slowly opening the door and peering inside, it was defiantly like any start to a horror game.
A part of him knew that he would probably go get a teacher, but like many things here… Teachers didn’t have the right bedside mannerisms. They’d possibly make the situation worse. Slowly coming inside and shutting the door behind him, he searched his brain for the right things to say and not make things worse.
"What happened?" Oliver asked softly, he tried to think of the times his mother consoled him or his siblings in their youth. Slowly he began to head towards her but stopped a little ways, in case she didn’t want the company.
Observing her a moment before looking around, how on earth could a small girl be the culprit to this tornado.
"I'm Oliver" he informed her, obviously trying to calm her down before venturing further into the maw of possible danger.
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Post by Decklyn O'Conner on Jan 27, 2017 18:30:28 GMT
The ringing in her ears is loud, almost louder than the soft voice behind her. She doesn't know who it belongs to, and she isn't sure she wants to find out. Somehow she manages to curl into an even tighter ball, like a snail retreating into its shell. Her muscles strain with the movement.
"I don't know," she bleats pitifully, her voice muffled by the tattered sleeve her face is buried into. She struggles to piece her memories together. Why is she in this classroom? Had she fled here? What had she been running from? This situation seems awfully familiar, and, with dawning horror, she's beginning to remember why. An empty classroom. A shard of plastic in her hands. A click of the door—
She jolts upright, electric currents running up her spine. "I'm sorry," she gasps, holding her head in her hands. She still doesn't turn around, even as the bearer of the mysterious voice introduces himself. Oliver. It sounds like a nice name. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you? Did I hurt anyone? I didn't mean to." Her words are slurred coming from her mouth, congealed together in a spike of mounting panic.
The last time something like this had happened...
"I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to," she pleads, raising her bleeding face to the ceiling. Small bits of plastic patter onto the ground like rain. "Please believe me. I didn't mean to, I swear I didn't mean to-" Her voice is cut short by a sudden intake of air. In a daze, she feels herself beginning to cry.
PANIC METER: [X]XXXXXXXXX
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Post by Oliver Smith on Jan 29, 2017 0:02:11 GMT
Flipping out the lights,
trying to survive this endless fight The sudden jolt of movement made him lightly step back a moment, before returning to approach her. After all, she seemed to recluse into herself more than anything. It was a little obvious she wasn't looking for company, granted... Oliver didn't want to leave her by herself, there was still sharp objects around.
mangled steel from the chairs and desks, the sharp shards of plastic possibly?
"no, I wasn’t hurt… Actually, I think you're the one who is hurt" Oliver pointed out, noticing the injuries to the girl.
Oliver finally had approached close enough to look at her, they’d need to go to the nurse's office. Hopefully his class wouldn’t try and pin blame on him, good Samaritans were hard to come by in the school. Granted, the girl would likely explain the situation if they tried to prosecute Oliver. After all, she seemed to actually care which was a shocking revelation in the academy.
"it's okay, I'm alright. The thing that matters at the moment is getting you to the nurse"
this was so odd, how did she slip past people? Oliver was stopped for even looking a bit suspicious for something. Searching his pockets for some bandages or something to aid the situation. Unfortunately, he wasn't the sort of person who carried medical supplies.
crouching next to her, he finally brought a tissue for her to use. This was the least he could really do, at least given the fact that she was extremely upset.
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