[physical education 101]

[sevenhorrorsmods]

Who: transfer students
When: July 1̷̝̤̳̙̫̭̻̝͓̄̇̾̀̕͝9̸̙̱̹͍̮̈́́̀̅͛̐̔̋ 20
Where: the. . . gymnasium?
What: an ice breaker
Warnings: moderate physical injury (not debilitating), psychological horror (absolutely debilitating)

[The school is empty. The school is quiet. The only sound that cuts through the silence is the soft ticking of the hallway clocks that mark the passing of each second.]

[. . .]

[At least. . . until a stiff breeze whips through the classrooms, scattering dirty papers and jerking the curtains aside. The clock strikes 6:00 a.m.]

[The school bell chimes.]

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Comments

[selfportraiture]

[... Yeah, okay. Ena watches this happen and does not offer to help.]

Worse than that?! Like what?

[praiseful]

[ thank you... her pride would have been wounded if Ena tried to help, and that would have hurt way more than the cuts all over her arms. ]

Like being crushed.

[ why do my tiny girls keep meeting this fate ]

[selfportraiture]

... Like, emotionally?

[please say "emotionally"]

[praiseful]

Obviously I mean physically!

[selfportraiture]

What's obvious about that?! You're obviously standing here, not crushed!

[praiseful]

Being emotionally crushed can't compare even to what happened in that classroom. And being physically crushed trumps both of those!

[selfportraiture]

Okay? But you're still not physically crushed! You'd be a pancake, right?

[praiseful]

I have been! My point is that whatever "rough" shape I'm in right now, it's nothing compared to that! Not even close! Not even close to being crushed physically and emotionally at the same time!!

[ —whoa. She didn't really mean to say all that out loud but something just kept her going. ]

[selfportraiture]

[... girl.]

... Uh.

[... She doesn't know where to even start with that.]

Are you... okay? After all of that?

[praiseful]

I'm fine.

[ citation needed ]

[selfportraiture]

[... Yeah, okay, but she's at least finally getting the hint that she Doesn't Want To Talk About It. And Ena can get that much, because she feels the same way.]

Right, sure. Okay.

Uh... I'm going by Botan here, by the way. Nice... to meet you? I guess. Shitty circumstances aside.

[praiseful]

[ Hm. So people are already giving themselves names. It only briefly came up in their classroom... ]

Botan. Like the flower? Alright. I suppose I'll have to decide on a name for myself, too.

[ Which is her saying. She has no idea yet, ]

[selfportraiture]

Right, just like the flower.

[........... and?]

... Oh, you don't have any ideas yet?

[praiseful]

We were a little preoccupied in that classroom! I wasn't exactly thinking about coming up with a new name!

[selfportraiture]

Alright, alright, I wasn't judging.

Let's start figuring it out, then. What sorts of things do you like? We can start there.

[praiseful]

I like winning. And being strong. And training to get stronger.

[ Which, as one might imagine, is why she is so salty right now, fresh out of a defeat. Still standing here with her arms bleeding and her pride wounded. . . . . . being asked what sorts of things she likes ... ]

[selfportraiture]

[Being strong, huh... Yeah, well, she knows maybe this isn't the right time for this but also they're on this path now!!]

There are a lot of cute names that mean "strong", right? Maybe that's a good place to start.

You'll just be letting people know upfront that you're strong that way.

[praiseful]

[ Nei seems to give that some thought. She could pick a name that would mean something, to symbolize herself and how she wants to be...

She nods. She likes this idea! ]

...Something cute and strong... Just like me!

[ And there's a bit of her usual bravado finally peeking back out from beneath all the saltiness. ]

[selfportraiture]

[... I mean, she is cute... Ena can't really argue that one. Besides, all girls should have a lil bravado, as a treat.]

There you go, then. You've got a plan, now you just have to come up with a name you like.