[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

[ordimame]

"We."

[definitely "we," for now!]

. . . you're okay, though? Already recovered from-- [. . .] -- whatever that was?

[darkholder]

I am not at all okay.

[looks up at the ceiling for a second, annoyed, before:]

I beg your pardon, I'm dealing with some kind of affliction, so you sometimes can't trust the things I say. Ignore that.

[ordimame]

[. . . . . . . what]

What kind of affliction?

[darkholder]

I am saying things that I d— that I absolutely mean.

[SIGHS!!]

Ignore that, too.

[ordimame]

[another?? effect?? of the creepy doll room??]

Yeah, okay. Easy enough.

. . . if it helps, I'm also freaking out.

[but he seems so calm]

[darkholder]

Oh. I am not... "freaking out", at least.

[makes it to the doors and opens them up! when she moves her hands to push them open, he might notice she's missing the little finger on her right hand]

[ordimame]

Ah. Right. Guess that one is just me. . .

[VERY. . . WRY. . . as he follows her out the doors. and he does notice that missing digit; is it a fresh wound, or an old one?]

[darkholder]

Best of luck with it.

[dryly, but it's probably a joke in response to the wryness. as for the injury, it isn't bleeding anymore, but the wound doesn't look completely healed over yet.]

[ordimame]

[OKAY WELL, IN THAT CASE. . .!]

Shit, did it-- [ah. how does he put it?] Your hand. . .

[darkholder]

[pauses before she realizes what he means, and then just shrugs, nonchalant.]

Oh, no, that happened before I came here. Nothing to be concerned about.

[ok neve]

[ordimame]

[THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT BETTER??]

I have some torn fabric, if you need me to bandage it up. . .

[darkholder]

Oh. No, I'll handle it soon. Appreciated, however.

[out of the gym we go.........]

[ordimame]

[hmmmm. . . continues to trail after her like a little duckling, though his nose wrinkles when they step out into the dilapidated hallway]

. . . about as spooky as I expected.

[darkholder]

Matches what we've seen so far, at least...

[said with a small frown]

No wires or dolls, though, so that's an improvement.

[ordimame]

[. . .]

None. . .?

[he says as he shiftily glances to the side]

[darkholder]

Yes, that's what—

[looks off into the distance

pauses]

Ah.

[ordimame]

So you do see it.

[inching in the opposite direction of the doll he sees dangling from the ceiling]

. . . maybe we should go the other way.

[darkholder]

[looks between her hallucination and him for a moment]

It seems easy enough to avoid. The trouble only started after someone touched it, back in that room.

[ordimame]

[wryly]

Forgive me if I'm not eager to get within touching distance, even if I don't plan on actually doing that.

[darkholder]

Alright. Good luck, then.

[just keeps walking in the same direction she was a second ago i'm sorry edamura]

1/2

[ordimame]

[. . .]

[ordimame]

[AGGRAVATED SIGH AS HE MARCHES AFTER HER. . . still giving the spooky doll hallucination a wide berth, though]

[darkholder]

Oh, you came after all.

[she's very good at sounding neutral but there's maybe 1% amusement there in her tone

the worst!!]

[ordimame]

[mildly]

Don't sound so pleased with yourself.

[his gaze only flickers to the side briefly as they pass the doll, which thankfully does not leap out at them]

[darkholder]

I was merely surprised.

[scoots past the doll and keeps moving down the hallway]