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Once he got back and managed to somehow make his way to get patched up, Tedan had found out that in concentrating on the broken fingers, he'd completely missed more than a couple of cracked ribs as well as an ankle that still no one was really sure it was broken or just very badly sprained. He didn't really care to know, all he knew was that it hurt - more than just about anything that had happened to him before now in his life.

Getting dressed was something that now took a good thirty to fourty-five minutes and just getting down the hallway was even worse. But he had to get out of his room... if he stayed in there another day, alone with nothing to do but stare at the walls, he was going to go absolutely batshit crazy. So he found himself limping down the hallway with his ankle in a huge cast and fingers bound tightly one to another - making his hands more like really awkward paws than hands.

And then he heard the noise of some kind of movie coming from one of the common rooms. Curious and with nothing better to do, Tedan poked his head into the door. "Hey..." he called, sounding tired and rather defeated just by a simple walk down the hall. "What'cha watching?"

Tedan made his way slowly across the room to very carefully sit down in the pile of pillows with her, letting out a breath only once he was safely on the floor. Because if he managed to fall down now by moving wrong, it was just going to make everything worse. "Could be worse," he finally replied then, pushing hair out of his eyes with one paw-hand. Glancing at the screen, he tilted head a bit and then smiled slightly.

"I did like 'The Thing' so I'll give this one a try... tired of being holed up in my room."

The dark-haired trainee hadn't even really thought about the implications of the fight yet, he just knew that ... if they ever had to fight that thing again and someone of Caelius's level wasn't around? They were hosed. So totally hosed. Had the Death Hunter not been there, they would have all died.

His bones still ached from the recent encounter with the horseman. After Wilson had limped his way to the labs to get bandages, he dragged himself to his dorm—all the more cursing who-knew-what for placing him so damn far away—and collapsed in bed without even slipping out of his wrinkled clothes. The next few days he spent locked up in his room. Sometime during that period Wilson had somehow managed to change into another set of clothing, but he couldn’t remember when or how. His hands hurt and each step was like stepping on tiny needles. At some point he had attempted to reach for his Rubik’s Cube, but it had been an idiotic decision. He could barely twist the toy. But Wilson could only stay in his room for so long. He had to leave eventually.

It took him a lot of effort to slide out of bed, and even more to hobble out into the hallway. Wilson let his limp arms hang by his side as he slowly made his way toward one of the ends until he found himself at one of the common areas. He glanced at Tedan and Cass then at the pillows piled around. A flickering look toward the movie and he didn’t need to ask. He mutely made his way over toward one of the large, empty pillows and plopped onto it. Wilson winced at the jolts of pain that ran through his knees and arms, but tried to pay little attention as he made himself comfortable. “Sorry if you answered already, but what are you watching?”

Cass likewise waved weakly when Wilson entered, smiling again. "Yep. Prince of Darkness. I have 'The Thing' and 'In the Mouth of Madness' too if we want to watch those after...if not, I'm sure I can dig some options out of the boy's room." Part Marcus's room, part hers. She even had a pair of Pajamas in there that weren't the ones she was wearing. She had gotten to the point of taking up closet space.

So fancy.

"I wouldn't mind marathoning a bit of stuff. It is better than sitting in and reading..and maybe we'll learn something or other."

Except the story of these movies was that evil was inescapable. That...probably should have been thought about before she decided to watch it. But they were good movies, had some good ingenious things happening in it. Cass was tempted to try out the blood test from 'The Thing' someday. Would it work similarly? She sort of hoped so. Yiiisssss.

Aliester wasn't really sure why he'd dragged himself out of bed, most likely because he was tired of hearing Puca talk insistently on how hard they were going to train when he was healed.

When he noticed there was something going on in one of the common rooms. He half hobbled, half wobbled into the room and looked at the pile of pillows, and then to the TV. He paused frowning at the horror movie, wondering if he had time to wobble and hobble out of the room before they noticed him, he didn't want to watch scary movies.

<Wimp.> Came Pookie's voice in Aleister's head.

"And also, those things are made out of FEAR which can be born from movies such as these ones, meaning that there may be a hint in more effectively killing them by finding out how they were destroyed in various sources." Cass added on at the end, "though as it stands now, just that virginity one means a lot of us are going to die." she laughed a bit before her lungs protested her.

Still, when Tedan pointed out Aliester, Cass immediately raised one bandaged-and-slightly-scabbed-over arm, to summon him over.

"Come join us..whoever that is! I can't tell!" she sighed, "because I'm still practically blind. I don't know why I want to watch a movie when I can't see. DON'T JUDGE ME." The entire statement was more humor at her own irony, than anything else. She rolled over and coughed before attempting to resettle herself. It was really hard to get comfortable, even if she did like these movies.

"But yes. I'm a horror buff. I spent a long time trying to make myself feel 'Fear' again and that's kind of how I came to love 'em. Even if they didn't work."

Aleister frowned, s**t he'd been caught. <Haha, now you have to watch!>

<Shut up Pooka> "Haha.... Hi guys." Aleister frowned as he moved over close to Cass, wobbling still. He wasn't worried about the seeing, it might've been a little blurry but wasn't near as impairing as his lack of use in his hands.

"You guys really watching horror movies?" He sounded apprehensive, and unsure if he really wanted to watch something scary after what they'd been through. "Did they take away all the happy, feel good movies?"

He finally made his way near enough to Cass that he felt okay to at least sit down for a bit, eyes focused on a Pillow in front of him. He seemed a bit uncomfortable though, shifting to try and get as comfortable as he could with the movie that was on. Aleister could feel the rest of his muscles burning in protest after having been used so soon, but he really didn't want to stay in bed that much longer.

Aleister gave a wave to Wilson, "I might be afraid of a movie, despite how wimpy it sounds." His eyes had shifted to the keychain that was attached to one of his pajama loop holes.