[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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[ordimame]

[. . . nope!! we're good now!!!]

[pushes himself upright, cradling one bleeding wrist against his uninjured palm. there's also blood pooled around one ankle, staining the top of his sock bright scarlet. his hands are also a bit cut up, but other than that! perfectly unharmed]

[he looks around, brows knitted, as his gaze washes across the wide array of colors now flooding the gym]

Where did all of these people come from. . . ?

[mogger]

Where did you come from, dude? I just came out of a hellish classroom!

[ordimame]

[FROWNS]

. . . spiderwebs? Creepy dolls? Ominous. . . thing. . . looming outside the window?

[mogger]

Yeah, exactly. I'm gonna go ahead and guess we went through the same thing.

.... More or less.

[ordimame]

[great. . . . that's great. . . . . . so he can assume that everyone here went through something very similar to his team]

Did you find the key?

[reapoman]

[ ARE WE GOOD??

Anyway, Ivan is already tearing strips off his track jacket. ]

Give me your wrist.

[ordimame]

[we're good now!!]

[blinks a little, and while he holds out his wrist as instructed, he is also peering at Ivan with a DEEP FROWN]

Let me check yours next.

[reapoman]

... Fine.

[ It's been several centuries since he's needed first aid. Cut him some slack.

Anyway, tying a makeshift bandage around his wrist. ]

So. You wanna talk about all that?

[ordimame]

[slack will be cut!! but he won't let the reaper man get away that easily]

[a sharp exhale. it's almost a laugh]

What I want. . . [leans in. uninjured hand lifted to the corner of his mouth. he will not say this around the Youths (TM) he cannot corrupt them but--]

Is a stinkin' cigarette.

[YES THEY SHOULD PROBABLY TALK ABOUT ALL OF THAT]

[selfportraiture]

Shouldn't you worry about yourself first?

[Jeeze. She frowns at him, arms crossed as she shuffles closer, but cautiously.]

You're bleeding everywhere.

[ordimame]

Oh, this? [haha. . .] It. . . could be a lot worse.

. . . I thought it was just five of us.

[it being much closer to FORTY is VERY ALARMING]

[selfportraiture]

Yeah, so did we.

[She scowls.]

You're an adult, right? Get yourself cleaned up before you worry everyone else even more.

1/2

[ordimame]

[is]






[is he being scolded by a teenage girl???]

[ordimame]

[cut him some slack he is still trying to process the VERY SUPERNATURAL THINGS that just happened to him!! but her words do seem to have some effect on him, so he just sucks in a deep breath and nods]

That was the plan.

[his bloodied hands fall away from his wrist as he starts to stand. also giving her a concerned once-over, looking for any signs of blood or gashes]

Are you okay?

[isdf]

[Isn't that the question . . . ]

They must be from other classrooms. Was that not the case for you?

[ordimame]

[blinks a little, fingers curling a bit more tightly around his wounded wrist]

No, I-- [. . .]

I didn't think there were other classrooms. That's all.

[isdf]

I myself did not think so; however, it is now clear that there are more of us than either of us had anticipated. This is quite the predicament . . .

[ordimame]

For some reason, "quite the predicament" feels like. . . an understatement?

[tiebroken]

[ She looks worse for wear, hair tangled and dotted here and there with a dead spider, as with her tracksuit. Like most everyone, there's blood on two limbs, a wrist and a leg. ]

I was wondering... the same thing. How are there so many people here...?

[ordimame]

[THAT MAKES TWO OF THEM. . . minus the dead spider. he jolts when spoken to, swiveling his gaze towards her, immediately rising up with open worry and concern]

I thought it was just five of us. . . but over forty?

[shit]

Ah-- hey, do you need help--?

[tiebroken]

[ At the offer, she flinches, clearly still on edge. On instinct, she grips one of her own wounds tighter, like a wild animal concealing a weakness. ]

N...No, I'm fine.

[ She tries to inject Pleasant OkaynessTM into her voice, but it's too shakky to come across reliably. But you know what, at least it's a little bit of a relief to hear someone else appalled over the amount of people here. She was starting to feel crazy. ]

I just, I've never seen so many people at once... it's a shock.

[ Which she says with an air of camaraderie, like he is totally going to get it. Why would 40+ people ever be in the same place at once on their own???? ]

[ordimame]

[ah. . . he takes note of how easily she is startled and leaves things there with a nod, not wanting to push her past her comfort levels, even if her wounds have him worried]

[and then--]

I. . . I mean, it's a lot of people. Definitely too many for a kidnapping.

[but it is certainly not the most he has ever seen in one place??]

Have you never been to a city before?

[darkholder]

I imagine many of us have the same question.

[glancing over at him! her injuries have been bandaged by now but he can still see that her veins where visible are black instead of blue]

[ordimame]

[. . . . . . . . . oh thank goodness he did not get the black vein effect. which he is assuming is from their encounter with. . . that thing beyond the window]

But no practical answers. . . or any leads on where to find them.

[darkholder]

[HELP can't wait for him to see nobody else on her team has it and realize she's just a freak. for now, though:]

Not yet, at least.

[does not seem particularly deterred]