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Akito Kurosuke

Angela dragged herself to her feet, giving Vivian a grateful smile. "Yeah...I don't...think I really did that great." She looked at the destroyed class.

"Dammit!" she hissed. "No! The kittens! Professor Sinclair, the kittens are here!" It was stupid to be worrying about them at a time like this, but Angela immediately forgot about her injuries and the bloody mess that was her back at the moment. She started tearing through the destroyed class looking for the cats.

She didn't even realize she was crying until she heard the soft mewing sounds coming from under Silveril's desk. Skittering around it clumsily, she over shot the corner a bit and hit the blackboard before falling to her knees, relieved to see the three kittens huddled under the desk. They must have hidden here during all that insanity.

"Thank God," she said, pulling the three of them onto her lap. "I'm glad you three are safe."

*.~*¨¯¨*•~.Vivian Sinclair.~•*¨¯¨*~.*

((Clearly my sleeping schedule does not coincide with crazy scenes in this RP >__>; i am up at 5 AM. I am a sad soul))

Carrie Borden

Carrie had watched the whole ordeal take place before being shoved out of the room. Soon enough, people started to file out, but there was no Angela. The noise soon died down and Carrie began to panic as there was no sign of Angela. She soon rushed back inside, fearful that the only girl she knew had been slain by a teacher.

Angela lay collapsed on the ground. she was sobbing and looking exhausted. Carrie had to give her credit for strength, and she felt awful for not being able to help, but while she was immortal, her being injured was still the same as any other human, and Carrie particularly did not enjoy pain.

But now the man was subdued and Angela was laying there and people were still just watching? She hoped that wasn't really the case.

She ran over to Angela and lifted her up carefully. "Where is hurting?" she asked. "I have the other cat, Just calm down. They'll be fine. I'll take you to the infirmary.

Angela had been laying sort of half conscious, listening to the noise out in the hall but not really entirely aware of herself or what was really going on out there. Drifting in and out of the painful fog several times in the last few dozen minutes she'd been laying there alone, she had tried to call for help a few times but it hadn't come out as more than a hoarse whisper.

She'd finally given up on anyone realizing she was still in the class and decided to just sleep it off right there, when she was suddenly awakened by someone lifting her up. She cried out as pain ricocheted through her body. "Back..." she muttered. "I can walk on my own."

She said it but she really...didn't make much effort to actually do it. Well, it was Carrie helping, so Angela supposed that was okay. When Timothy joined them and tried to help, Angela made a small noise of protest. Some guy she didn't know, touching her...not okay.

But she really didn't think she had the energy to tell him off. So she settled with an unladylike grunt.

She didn't need help. Clearly. Couldn't they see how perfectly capable she was of getting around on her own? Honestly. These people...It wasn't like she was barely conscious or anything.

[EXIT]

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”Happiness makes up in height
for what it lacks in length.”
- Robert Frost

"It's okay. I can handle carrying-...." He was cut off when he saw just how bad the physics room was. At that sight, Briar couldn't help but cry a little on the inside. He was expecting a slight mess, but this much? His poor sleep. Thank goodness he wasn't on his own for this.

"Well, we might as well get started on it now than never." He remarked, already trying to get straight to the cleaning, but where was he supposed to start? He went for picking up the glass and other debris littering the ground. While he didn't have to worry about stuff like that, it was best to clear the way in case Sethrian or the girl with big words might accidentally fall on their face or something.

"Sethrian, can you place the desk back? Um, the girl whose name I do not know yet, can you introduce yourself, so I can get that name? I'm Briar by the way. Yeah. Can you also help with trying to put what's left of this class together? Though, for the both of you, don't try to fix the window. I'll do that later. Since you guys don't have wings, I wouldn't want any of you to go splat."

”I failed to make the chess team
because of my height.”
- Woody Allen

"I am not sure how much moping they will do," Sethrian said. "But I'll help you move them to the corner." Her way of speaking was a little odd, but Sethrian felt he was beginning to get used to it. When they first met, he couldn't figure out anything she said, but now he could generally make out what she was on about.

He was grateful, at the very least, that she didn't have issues understanding everyone else in addition to her own difficulties communicating.

"Briar--where can we put all the rubbish and debris once it's been gathered up?"


((I keep thinking that if he was dragging around a wagon with Silveril's desk on it....Briar must be amazingly strong. XD He needs to just flip over the next person who doubts him because he's a Faerie.))