[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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[parttimesoldier]

[Mixed blessings right there; it might mean he's better prepared for danger than some of the others here, but it's no fun getting wounded like this, no matter how used to it someone is.]

Guess we oughta find a way out of this quick, or it probably won't be the last.

[A sigh, then she's gonna gently tug at his arm and motion to the bleachers.]

But probably better if we take the chance to catch our breath first, yeah?

[Look, she gets it, but "managing" is not the same as "fine," that's for sure.]

[candlestick]

[ He hesitates, wanting to help more than he wants to be helped, but he won't fight her for now. A small moment to assess his injuries, and then when he's certain they're nothing serious he'll be up and looking for those worse off than him.

It gets kind of hard to really put up too much of a fight when his own inability to reliably lie made him spit out something like "I'm managing". Ugh. ]

Just for a few seconds. There are people worse off than me here.

[parttimesoldier]

[Look, she'll take the concession even if it's just for a moment. Sometimes what you need is just a minute or two to shake things off before you go back into the thick of things. And frankly, she could probably use a little of that herself, right now.]

Just for a bit. First rule of triage: check on yourself first.

[And she'll lead him over there where they can take a seat.]

[candlestick]

[ He makes a sound of protest, though does not actively fight her on this one. He will give her a small shake of the head as she tries to lead him to sit down. ]

I can stay standing. I just need to make sure the cuts are too deep.

[ They surely feel and look worse than they are... right? ]

[parttimesoldier]

[That gets a sigh and a little bit of a side-eye from her.]

Not gonna hurt you to take two seconds to sit while you do, but alright, fine.

[She's not going to push it more than that, though. She's had her own stubborn moments before, so she can't exactly blame the guy.]

Those things were pretty sharp. Hopefully it didn't get you too bad.

[candlestick]

[ Sometimes a boy just needs to be needlessly difficult for no reason, because it's the only thing keeping him sane in the middle of all of this wild nonsense. ]

The cuts don't seem to be all that deep. There were enough of them that they look bad right now, but the long term damage should be minimal.

[ He can still use his arms easily at least, even if they sting constantly at the moment. ]

[parttimesoldier]

[He's valid for it, even if she hypocritically finds it a bit aggravating in the current moment.

She glances at her own arm, wrapped up in blood-soaked strips torn from her track jacket sleeves.]

These definitely could have been a lot worse, that's for sure. Shouldn't be too bad to get the bleeding to stop at least.

[candlestick]

A lot of it has already started to clot.

[ It's a little hard to tell when his arms look a mess, but he'll hold them up to show them off in what is meant to be a reassuring gesture, but given the mess of blood and torn cloth there is, it probably doesn't look that reassuring at all. ]