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 Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 1:29 pm
Dorms, 2nd floor
"I don't like therapists," Jordan said, sneaking a look at Melvin to see if he looked like he agreed. "They always think they know what's wrong with you."
"I know how to say S.O.S. in morse code," he offered. "And I can't do karate, but I can climb." He wasn't sure how that would be useful, actually, but it was the first thing he'd thought of.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 1:49 pm
H's Office
"I hope so." he said. "And aye, H is a doctor, a really good one normally. Good meaning skilled no actually a good person."
The idea of not telling him their division hadn't cropped up to him but being Rep he decided it was actually a really ******** good idea. "Aye, lets. His door's usually open."
So he shoved the door open to see if he was home.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 1:55 pm
Death Offices
Chance lifted his brows. Otto could try as he might to be intimidating, but the fact was...he was just so small.
"I..." he started, and then breathed out a sigh, reached down, and grabbed the bottom of the chair, heaving upwards.
"Okay, let's do this - grab that side?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 2:00 pm
Deus Commons Room Window???He won? He won! Though his face was a picture of disgruntlement, there seemed to be a sparkle to him as the prospect of destruction was at hand. With his new partner in crime, Otto began lifting the chair up. "Got it--" He grunted, pretending that the weight didn't bother him. "On three?" kuropeco the screams of a thousand on-duty Moon hunters will echo if that window gets taken out
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 2:14 pm
Infirmary - Kai
A boy in an over-sized dressing gown and a blanket was wheeling himself down the infirmary hallway. There were loose bandages on his chest and every part of him hurt. Long, tight rows of braids hung down on all sides as he looked around for someone.
"Hello?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 2:33 pm
Dorms, 2nd floor
"Cool. You can signal for help if we find a radio then." Beaming that he had someone who could do the technical side of an emergency if they even found a old radio.
Down the hallway, he stopped at a set of stepped and started to make his way down. "I don't like therapist either. They talk too much and say they listen when they don't. Just want to say what they wan't without giving you a chance. Buncha liars." He grumbled, looking over at Jordan for what he felt was on the same page seeing as he also brought up not liking them, wanting to have him on the same side.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 2:50 pm
Deus Common Room
Chance suspected he was carrying more than Otto was, but he wasn't about to say that to someone who's scowl was pretty impressive already.
"Okay, on three," he grunted. "One...two -
" - three!"
He heaved.Death Offices -- > Deus Dormitories
Gale squinted at the phone for a long moment, then at Mark for another long moment, then sighed. He didn't even question the gum, but stuck it in his pocket, where, hopefully, he would forget about it at some point.
"All right," he muttered, and made to climb over the barricade on his way to the dormitories.
It took him a moment.
"Damn it, Lucky."
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 2:58 pm
Deus DormitoriesOne three, he threw the chair with Chance's aid. Sadly, one chair, no matter how heavy, would not break a large window with the minimal force their joint effort could provide. The disappointing bang and subsequent thud of the chair falling took the wind out of Otto's sails. "Huh..." He scratched his neck. The voice in his head seemed to let her tirade fall to the wayside as she regarded Otto's failure with amusement. "Welp. Plan B." He gave up this farce, leaving the upturned furniture on the floor as he headed down another hallway. "There's gotta be a way outta here..." Soon enough he came to a door leading outside. Pushing it open, he was greeted with a tropical climate, and several other buildings. "Where the Hell are we..." He wouldn't admit he was scared. He wouldn't admit he wanted to go home, even if home meant a family that never seemed to like him. At least it was familiar... He just.. didn't know what to do. At all. It was a suffocating feeling, one that led to chairs being thrown against windows. He finally looked up at Chance, letting some small semblance of his bravado fall.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 3:27 pm
Deus Dormitories
There were definitely an impressive collection of teens milling out in the hallways, but probably the most impressive one was a pretty short kid running up and down the hallway now wearing a bedsheet around his back.
"I'm a super saiyan!" he shouted really loudly. "Prepare for my ultimate attack!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 3:30 pm
[Basement Halls] Terry 15yo
Terry apparently left his in his room but he didn't know that. He did make note to go back and check. Later. Right now, he was too busy trying his keep himself calm as two more teenagers came up to them.
The girl being carried was pinging Terry's creepy-alarms something fierce while the guy's mellow-ness made him suspicious. Of course, tackle-girl's suggestions of a death-game was sending his imagination into overdrive. His eyes widened a fraction but he was determined to maintain a blank expression, "I've read Battle Royale and guys like are always the first to go."
He gave Kim an even look. "Just so you know, trying to seduce me with your girl-bits isn't going to work." A beat and he turned to Ace with the same expression. "Neither will your boy-dangles."Steal that Teen!Terry has not learned to filter
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 3:31 pm
Deus Dormitories
Chance staggered back a little, just narrowly missing having the chair drop against his feet as he hopped hastily out of its path. He swept a hand through his mop of curls, and followed Otto out of the room and down the hall, stopping in the doorway and peering over his shoulder.
"Oh, wow."
A low whistle escaped, Chance's hands braced on either side of the doorway above Otto's head. He glanced down at the other boy, caught the slight shift in his expression, and smiled winningly, reaching out to pat his shoulder.
"Hey, look, the outside," he said, and steered Otto outside. "Come on, let's go take a look. It's like a beach paradise or something."
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 3:31 pm
Dorms, 2nd floor
"If we find a radio it'll probably be the kind you can talk over but okay." Jordan contemplated the possibilities. It was more likely that they'd find a pay phone, he felt, but he wasn't sure they could call the police on that either, considering that the cell phones had just led to some kind of weird recording. He didn't voice this opinion. They could try it.
He followed Mel down the stairs. "I just let them talk and make the I'm listening face," he said, and briefly put on a look of serious-faced attentiveness to demonstrate what he meant. "As long as they don't decide I have to be on some kind of pills they can think what they want to think. You know?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 3:34 pm
Town'Big' and 'smashy' were frightening words to a thin, fragile girl of her stature. Mimsy opted against further commentary about the man for the moment, hoping that her working theory was incorrect. Another small smile was granted to America to congratulate her success, and she clapped her hands together once in an effort to make it seem like a particularly excited congratulations. "I was not aware that 911 could be rerouted to voicemail. I am very glad that you are knowledgeable in what to do in these unsettling circumstances. Daddy did not prepare me for this...only the most optimal methods to avoid an event like this." He really was going to be so upset. She nervously examined her own working phone to distract herself, temporarily calmed by the other girl's voice as she began to sift through some the files. Her eyes widened. "My own mother is in this phone as well." The hushed tone of her voice didn't quite match the signs of fear in her eyes as she turned to look at America. "How is this possible? Will the 'twitter' provide a feasible answer?" She hurriedly checked through the phone for an icon labeled 'twitter', and awkwardly tapped it repeatedly until the application opened up.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 3:38 pm
Life Labs: H's OfficeIt had been locked. But Rep's shove opened it pretty easily anyway, there wasn't even too much splintering. The room was filled with holographic consoles, each screen rotating slowly around the young man on the floor. He was in a too large white shirt, the collar open and sleeves rolled up. The slacks weren't quite as bad, but his bare feet were still nearly covered by them. There was a glass and a half empty bottle of whisky on the floor beside him. He glanced up at the two intruders with a coldly assessing gaze.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 3:40 pm
Deus DormitoriesHe did not share Chance's enthusiasm. For all he knew they could be in the Caribbean. Or worse. Florida. "Dude, watch it." He mouthed off, swatting away Chance's friendly prodding. He abided anyway by venturing further outside. The sun felt warm, and that in itself was a comfort. But it was quiet. No bugs, no birds. He thought he could hear a gentle roar in the distance. Maybe.. the Ocean? If he was too far from home, how would he get back? He wasn't optimistic enough to think he, a 14 year old kid, could live on his own away from the comforts of home. What was he supposed to do without his computer? His CDs? As much as he'd always imagined running away from home, somehow he just was not prepared for the reality of it. "Paradise, sure." he grumbled. As soon as he walked further he walked from the dormitories, he turned to get a good look at where they'd been. "Just was is this place?" It was a huge building. Formal looking.. like an institution might look.
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