[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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[gamboler]

[ ...With a start, he awakens on the floor of the gymnasium, like coming out of a dream where he was about to — well.

It's not the first time he's tasted death, only to wake up just before it claims him. Except...his arm and his shoulder are still injured, even if they're also still tied off with his torn-up track jacket. That's not how this is supposed to work.

Sitting up slowly, he lifts his good arm, wiping the back of his hand across his brow, before shakily getting to his feet. No rest for the wicked. Anyone in need of hand? He might reflexively try to swat a non-existent spider away from your shoulder as he passes by, it's fine. ]

[inexorableiron]

[Don't swat his spiders, he'll jump and try to swat your giant hand spider]

Oh, dude. Where is it?

[gamboler]

It's —

[ After a moment, his hand drops away. ]

...Just a trick of the light, I suppose.

[inexorableiron]

Doubt it. But whatever, dude. You want to go sit?

[selfportraiture]

[Is it fine.

Anyway, Ena looks pretty okay, despite the blood on her track suit. Probably that is explained by her sparkly "keeper of the keys" sticker.

Anyway. This guy looks rough.]

Hey. You okay?

[gamboler]

[ Even given his current state, he's too keen-eyed to overlook that sticker. So...there was a key? ]

Haha, I don't look that bad, do I? Don't worry. I'm sturdier than I look.

[ It's not his first time through the Horrors!! ]

[selfportraiture]

[His attitude immediately puts her on edge, through no fault of his own.]

You look awful. That's why I came over, obviously.

You need anything?

[mogger]

What are you doing.

[ this teenage girl is staring at him as he swats air off of her ]

[gamboler]

You had a...

[ ...Cool cool cool, he's losing it, that's fine. ]

...Never mind. I suppose I'm just a little...jumpy after all that, haha.

[mogger]

[ staring intensifies..... teenage judgment incoming. maybe. ]

.... Yeah, can't exactly blame ya for that. You, uh, gonna be okay?

[beathollow]

( mafuyu jolts, blinking at the man doeishly- )

Was something there...?

[gamboler]

[ Just the spiders that are apparently haunting him— ]

Oh, no, I must have been mistaken. My apologies, Miss.

[beathollow]

Are you okay? ...




Relative to our situation, that is.

[faultlieswith]

Ow!

[ Ishmael responds by swinging back at him to get his hand away. ]

I thought you were one of those things for a second.

[gamboler]

Hey—

[ Oh...there was nothing there, was there? Waving a hand, he straightens up, exhaling a tired chuckle. ]

And I thought you were covered in spiders. What a pair we make, hm?

[ Some good old shared trauma. Actually, that's kind of new for him! Trauma is usually a solo affair. ]

[faultlieswith]

[ Exactly! Trauma is meant to be carried solo until a magical mcguffin forces your to relive and work through it in front of all your coworkers! Or is that just her and the other Sinners? ]

... that makes sense.

[ She laughs mirthlessly. ]

I feel like I'm going insane, after all that and seeing those damn dolls everywhere.

[bowtiedbones]

[swats at his hand, what!]

Sit back down! You look like you're going to drop!

[gamboler]

[ Never mind that — ]

Where were you? You missed out on all the fun, you know!

[bowtiedbones]

Here, apparently! Before you ask, no I don't know how I got here.

[velluminous]

[ flinches back when he does—to her, his hand is a spider leaping at her shoulder. ]

Nn—

[gamboler]

[ What a pair they make. Reflexively, his touch flies back, instead smoothing over his hair. Very natural. ]

My apologies. Must have been the light...

[velluminous]

[ her blood must be running cold. that must be what this feeling it. and her heart... it's so tight it hurts. ]

No. What do you see?

[ordimame]

[sometime after he has been bandaged, the wounds on his wrist and ankle and hands covered in white cloth (now stained scarlet)]

[jerks a little as this guy swats at something?? invisible? at his shoulder??]

-- huh? Was something there?

[gamboler]

[ ...Ah. He's really seeing those damn things everywhere, even when his eyes are shut. ]

Pay it no mind, friend! Just the exhaustion of our misadventures getting to me, haha. How did your team fare?

[ Deflect! Deflect!!! ]

[ordimame]

[. . . . .]

Extremely poorly. Did you just see a doll?