[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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[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]

[reapoman]

[ He glances around. Why is this a secret??? ]

If I had all my stuff, I'd offer you one.

1/2

[ordimame]

[BECAUSE OF THE YOUTH????]

Haha. . . thanks.

[wry]

I've been clean for a few months, but there are just certain things. . .

[ordimame]

[. . . trailing off]

[. . .]

[reapoman]

[ BUDDY 'THE YOUTH' GETS UP TO WAY WORSE TRUST HIM ]

You okay?

[ordimame]

[HE KNOWS BUT HE STILL WANTS TO BE A GOOD INFLUENCE]





No.

[presses his good hand-- the one without the wrist injury-- against his face]

I am totally freaking out!

[reapoman]

[ Without saying anything, he tugs up Edamura's bloodied pant leg to start bandaging his ankle. ]

You did just have reality as you know it turned completely upside-down.

1/? closes eyes

[ordimame]

[allowing himself to be manhandled at Ivan's discretion! though he does let out a slight hiss of pain as the bloodied fabric is peeled away from the still-bleeding cut]

Well, I don't know if I'd go that. . . far. . .

[ordimame]

[. . . . . . .]

[ordimame]

[. . . ah]

[no]

[he should go that far]

[ordimame]

[ghosts aren't real. magic isn't real. beastmen aren't real. grim reapers aren't real]

[none of this is real]

[none of this is real]

[ordimame]

[it's not real it's not real it's not real not real notrealnotrealnotrealnotrealnotrealnotrealnot--]

[ordimame]

[except]







[it is]

[ordimame]

[give him a second, his shoulders are suddenly shuddering with each rapid inhale he takes. not quite hyperventilating but getting kind of! close!!!]

[he is trying to stamp down on that feeling, though. snuff it out before it leaks too much. okay. ghosts are real. grim reapers are real? every fantastical thing that he thought impossible is actually happening right before his very eyes and he can't deny it]

[that's fine]

[he's fine!]

DONE

[ordimame]

[his breathing stutters. he exhales very slowly, eyes slipping shut, head tilted back]

[. . .]

. . . yeah.

I guess that did happen.

[hah]

. . . but I'm fine! I'm adaptable.

[reapoman]

[ He is just very calmly bandaging poor Bean's ankle while this happens, one eye on him to make sure he doesn't fully snap.

He pulls himself together quite admirably. ]

I can tell. The kid... Mocha, I guess, was going to go find some food. We should find somewhere to hunker down and rest.

[ordimame]

[yeah! he didn't snap!! no snap beans here!]

He's got the right idea. I don't know how long we were stuck, but it had to have been a few hours.

[he could use some food himself]

Do you think they'll have dorm rooms for us to crash in? Or maybe cots in the nurse's office. . .

[reapoman]

I don't know. What are the odds that this is a boarding school?

[ordimame]

Odds that I wouldn't bet with, but can't put a number on.

[he says with a sharp exhale that almost sounds like a laugh]