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 Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 10:26 pm
Esen was a slight bit relieved that one of the math teachers... well, anybody, at this point... had stopped by to help them out. If Grayson (well, she figured out his name, luckily) really did have worse problems than involuntary stomach purging, she'd regret it for quite some time.
In an attempt to calm down her nerves before she spoke, she took a shaken-up breath before telling the teacher "Mr. D., I think he's got sensitivity to certain smells; Grayson just threw up in the bushes, and we both smelled some decay over where he pointed, I think something died over there..."
Esen's stone-face was placed back on again; she had some doubts if the math teacher would even attempt to believe them (After all, Esen would've doubted it too!). A rotting human corpse is more believable than a rotting, green, bloated, many-limb creature, and she just saw one of the latter today.
"Hey, Grayson - you need medical attention or anything?" she asked the boy who was near her feet. "You don't look like you're going to do very well right now without a checkup at least." At the very least, Esen bounced back a bit quicker, although she still smelled stuff one shouldn't be smelling in a bush near the dormitories.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 10:32 pm
"Dead thing?" The math teacher seemed more and more confused. His gaze went from Esen to Grayson, as though confirming with Esen that the boy hadn't suddenly been sucking down peyote or was performing a very high-quality (complete with puke) practical joke. He moved back to the bushes as Esen and Grayson hovered (well, Esen was more likely to hover, Grayson to continue looking nauseous) as the maths teacher beat through the brush they had just thundered through to safety.
And then he ploughed back through the scrub with an odd expression on his face, not that of "AAAGH WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT THING" or "AAAAAAAAGH". He looked at Gray a bit doubtfully. "Ah, well, that's life," he said. "It's a bit sad when baby birds die, but they do tend to die if they fall out the nest. I'm afraid it happens every day."
And when they looked back through the bushes --
There was nothing there, except a dead baby sparrow that had obviously been there a couple days already.
No corpse.
No limbs.
No mass of rotting, putrefying flesh.
Nothing except --
-- the smell, which was still all around them, that horrifying smell, but the teacher didn't seem to notice.
"I didn't know you were so sensitive, you play with fire all the time," said the maths teacher, obviously trying to be hearty. "Esen, could you take Mr. Graves to the nurse? He probably needs a bit of a lie-down."
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 10:40 pm
This was some weird s**t.
Grayson didn't normally swear, not even in his own head, but he was either going crazy or... or something. But it couldn't be just him, because Quinn had seen it too, hadn't she? She must've. Maybe she'd hadn't lost it all over the place like him, but she'd definitely seen it.
His eyes steadied on her face, and he decided he'd talk to her about it. Yeah, she'd definitely --
Wait, hadn't he just called her Esen?
Holy hell, he was going crazy.
Bringing his hands up to his head, the horrid smell still lingering, he muttered, "I'll be fine." It took him a moment, but he rose to his feet, feeling a little light-headed but otherwise all right.
Glancing around, expression a little tight, he reaffirmed, "I'll be all right. I'd like that walk though, uh, Esen."
He shot one more look at the bushes, suspicion and fear in his face, before turning away. Best to just put it out of his mind for now, right? He'd talk to Esen about it, and if she told him he was also nuts, well, he'd just come to terms with the fact that he was mentally ill.
No big, right?
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 11:02 pm
"Fine by me, Grayson," Esen replied. "Some of the teachers here are morons, I'd like to have some sort of anonymity here and there, but I guess they don't like middle names. Mr. D. is really a moron, unless he's got a stuffed nose today, but that..."
Shaking her head at that unfinished thought, Esen pulled her cardigan back off her face. "I'd better go think, the GSA meet is probably cancelled by now. If you need anything, I'm SAY-69, but you probably need thinking time too." Esen walked off in the direction where she came from, noticing that, rather peculiarly, there was no typed-up work flying in the air.
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