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It took her a few seconds to realize that she wasn't the only one that had gotten bitten. Quite a few of the other students in the room also were bleeding or had been attacked by the stand. Realizing that she had some bandage wraps in her pocket from the Christmas Raid, Alcyone gingerly wrapped her hand hoping that the bleeding would stop soon. "Hello Junko! and Gabrian! Man, that thing is nasty. I didn't get away fast enough." Sheepishly, Alcyone rubbed her tender hand and wondered why everything was so dangerous at this school.

She hadn't met Tahki before but Alcie couldn't help but feel bad at the sight of the poor ghoul. Walking over to her, Alcie wasn't good with comforting others but she held out the wraps hoping that the other student would accept them. "That stand got a little bit of me too." Frowning, she held up her injured hand for Tahki to see. Blood was beginning to seep through the bandages but it looked like it was getting better.

"Yes it did, though just a n**." Clear blues hd rolled up to watch him as he neared, and that devious little smile of her's softened as his fingers brushed along the exposed line of her back. The warmth of his palm a comforting and welcome presence. "Poor Christof here seems to have gotten it the worst." Thus far, no one else had lost a digit. It was probably a lucky thing that the patchwork was, well, a patchwork. A missing finger, though perhaps painful, and no doubt inconvenient, was easily fixed.

The brush of rough fingers along her wrist were mostly ignored, passed off as a nervous sort of gesture or perhaps a mark or gratitude. Her attention was much more focused on the remaining stub of his finger and keeping pressure on the bandage she'd pressed there to ebb to the flow of sluggish blood. Her hands were getting incredibly messy, but Yaya had never really been the squeamish sort, and blood didn't phase her. She would need a towel or rag once she'd finished playing nurse, to clean up. Blood didn't come out of silk well, and looked particularly bad against blue.

"You wouldn't happen to have a spare on you somewhere, Christof?"

While she was not talented in the area of music, Lizzy found herself in the classroom where Introductory Music was going to be taught, a guitar case in hand - a string instrument for a Spider? A match made in Halloween indeed! While the guitar was an acoustic guitar (and not an electric guitar like the one she had used back in Battle of the Bands), the Demoness had experience with both instruments and had decided on the one that seemed most fitting for the class... Considering its name.

Upon entering the classroom, Lizzy instantly decided that she had made the right choice.

Quickly, she walked up to the grinning music stand, fingers reaching out for the sign-up sheet hesitantly; judging by the blood splattered across Christof's name (she never thought he was a musical type), there had been some casualties before her... She frowned, whipping out her pen as she swiftly grabbed the piece of paper, not allowing her hands to get hurt; doesn't the music class Professor know that a musician's treasure are their hands?

To top that off, she also relied on her hands to sew... No way was she going to get careless.

Skipping the line below Christof's name due to the blood, she wrote her full name down, deciding it best not to just write 'Lizzy' since this seemed like quite the sophisticated class... The other students seemed to have the same idea.

The more Christof held gently to that wrist and continued to stare with a strange, far-off look that only seemed to want to convince Yaya that running off into the sunset was a swell idea, the more Calder was actually a little proud of the Igor. He never felt closer to him, being the romantic that he was, and approved of the mismatched pairing. However, that was changed when a boil Calder never saw before came up to her and set a gentle hand upon the ghoul's back in a gesture that said to her 'Hello', but told the other boils to back off, she was his. While he wasn't one to go after Yaya, the single act of possession made him want to dig his hoof into the ground and lower his head in a challenge, but he resisted the urge. He wasn't one to go after Yaya as a prize. She wasn't his type, but Christof had changed in the presence of the other, nameless boil. Despite his many complexions, they all turned various shades of red, and he seemed to be unwilling to give up Yaya's wrist.

This could spell trouble. He didn't know how territorial other boils could get, and if Christof decided to get a tad violent in his challenge, then there was no one around to stop him. It was now that Calder noticed the lack of a master or mistress as a – gasp – bad thing, and he was put on edge because of it. Having nearly had his head torn off by the boil before, he knew the degree that the Igor could go too.

He let out an uneasy laugh and stepped between the pair, not breaking Christof and Yaya's little moment, but standing between her boil and Christof as a buffer. "Well let us hope that this isn't something we have to do each day. We wouldn’t be much of a music class if we all lost our fingers." Calder gave a look to Christof that both asked 'what he was doing' and 'he had better watch himself' and glanced at the boil beside Yaya to tell him why.

"Soooo, I never met you before." He turned to Sharra and smiled up to him, hoping to both distract him and get to know this boil better. He was awfully close to Yaya. He wondered why the ghoul never mentioned a boil in her life. Then again, she was usually yelling at Calder to not drown someone to bring up matters of romance. "A…friend of Yaya's?" He said, wondering if it was just that or if they would actually fess up.

Rosc slowed to a stop several feet from the door. Sin passed him, which was at least one reason to slow his pace to tilt his head slightly so that he could keep an "eye" on her.
But that wasn't why he had stopped. All he'd managed to do in his strides towards the classroom portal was fumble with the bandage instead of actually putting it on. Even when you're used to dressing oneself, it never got easy with one's off-hand, even less so when one is doing something else. And while he was glad he wasn't left-handed because it would have made playing almost impossible, it didn't make him feel any better that he was having a hard time wrapping his hand up.

So, teeth still half-bared in frustration, he stopped and wrapped the strip around his right hand, leaving fingers and thumb free and keeping it not too loose, not too tight. Trapping the end of the cloth between his thumb and the side of his palm, he took a roll of tape from the same pocket, used his left hand and the index and middle fingers on his right to tear off a strip, then taped the bandage down as best he could.

He was glad he'd left Ripley to play with the new kitten today. She always freaked out when he yelled and the last thing he needed was for her to get spooked and try to bite whomever had upset her master.

Sin would have walked right over to her friend Alcyone, but instead she gave the other ghoul a wave and then turned back towards Rosc. She walked over and looked at his hand raising a brow. "That looks pretty nasty, did that music stand actually bite you?" It was hard to believe something that dangerous was being left out, then again nothing at Amityville should have surprised her by now. She was wondering if Rosc planned to leave, maybe go see nurse cricket about his hand?

"So you're not staying for the class?" She asked curiously and casually cocked her hip resting a hand on it and tossing her hair back. Hmm...why did she even care is Rosc stayed or went anyway? Maybe because he looked like a grumpy wounded puppy...he certainly didn't seem to take being bitten very well, then again who would? "Well...if your hands that bad you should go see Nurse Cricket, otherwise I don't think you'll really be excused for ditching class before it's even begun." She turned ready to go and talk to her friend.

One blond eyebrow rose sharply when Sin came over and, frankly, started asking stupid questions.
"No, I did this to myself," Rosc snapped before he could reign his temper in and he immediately regretted saying it. His posture and expression softened a bit and he shoved his injured hand into his pocket. Oh, it would be fine, he didn't have to go to the nurse's office to get it looked at, it just hurt.

"I don't even know why I came. I don't play traditionally and this is an intro class," he added, his tone more restrained this time. He knew why he had come. He thought maybe he'd be able to learn more than what he knew. New techniques, new styles... whatever. It could help him learn about his classmates as well, what they could play, who were skilled, who were musically challenged. But he hadn't decided if the likelihood of having to read music outweighed that, and getting bitten by a music stand within the first five minutes of walking into the classroom seemed like a foreshadow.

He let his eyebrow rise again.
"Concerned? It hurts, but I'll live without visiting the nurse."

Music was something Ziyah had figured out that she greatly enjoyed - though she didn't have the faintest idea if she'd ever played an instrument before, or if she would be any good at it. There were still many things the glowing wisp did not yet know about herself, and so it was curiosity that brought her to this class.

She signed her name, but she didn't expect the stand to actually bite her. "HEY ! Stop that !" A tap on top was enough to make the stand release her fingers, the ectoplasm quickly closing the holes that had been made into her fingers. Ow !

...Come to think of it, that made a good prank ! Filled out for later. Still, the white-haired girl shot the stand a glare before heading toward the rest of the students. There were a few faces she had seen in the halls or in human history class, but no one truly familiar. "Hello !" She called out, to anyone willing to talk to her.

Really, she was getting a little sick of knowing nearly no one !