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Dante
“Nope. And I’m running out of extra clothing to use instead. Shouldn’t you be more focused on this one?”
He pulled away his arm and gestured to the cut in his side. The bleeding had slowed, and it looked less deep than it had before. There was that, at least. It had missed his stomach. He was lucky.
“Who are you, anyway?” Dante added. “You seem weirdly calm about this whole thing.”
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I think I’m gonna forget about the characters I already had in this rp and just put in someone new if someone could help me understand what’s happening?
Confuzzled, RAE
(PS. Pfp by SelkieSeal on Unvale. My dear Chase ❤️?)@rae there’s dodgeball happening in PE right now with the entire high school (Felicity roleplay on page 516), and Dante is currently bleeding out in the basement and getting medical help from Rory. So not much has really happened since last time you were here.
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Rory
He took in a breath. “Okay, I can deal with this.” I need you to slide against that wall so you are sitting up as straight as possible, Now put your hand on that and press hard. Right.” Rory shed his T-shirt and bit the fabric. When a small hole was formed by his teeth, he got his fingers in and began to tear. “I’m Rory,” he said in answer to the previous question. “I used to do this sort of thing….” he shuddered. “A lot….”
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
Dante
Dante silently followed Rory’s instructions. He watched him work, but soon his mind began to drift. The excitement of the fight had worn off, and he was beginning to feel numb again. He was tired, and the only things keeping him awake were the presence of another person, and the sharp pain of the cuts.
Soon, Rory was finished, and Dante had a makeshift bandage secured around his middle.
“Thanks.”
He shivered, suddenly feeling how cold it was in the basement. He pulled his gray sweater back on, ignoring the bloodstains. He glanced at Rory, then opened his bag and began digging through it.
“Here. I lied.” He pulled a black shirt out of the bag and held it up. “It’s too big for me, but I didn’t want to tear it since it’s the only one I have left that’s not ripped or bloody. I stole it from the laundromat. You can have it.”
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Rory
He blinked. “Oh.” He took the shirt. “Thanks.” He put it on. “Those need stitches you know,” he said, nodding to Danta. “I could do it… or, if the doctors won’t try to kill you here, they might be better.”
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
Dante
“Why in the galaxies would the doctors try to kill me?”
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rory
“Because they do that if it will take too long to save you… or if you’ll have the scars in a visible place… you know.”
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
*creeps in after months of absence* I think I lost my characters…
?For our Blessed Lady's sake, bring us in good ale!?
@theducktator If they’re in high school, they’re in PE right now, getting ready to play dodgeball
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I should not be laughing this much at Rory’s skewed view of the world, but this interaction is hilarious to me lol
Dante
Dante stared at him. “…No, I don’t know. What kind of horror show of a hospital have you been to?” He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter anyway. I’m not leaving this building. The guy who did this is still out there, tracking me probably.”
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@loopylin @elishavet-pidyon and maybe @theducktator
Marcel
“And Marcel! You’re team captain two.”
Marcel stood in a corner, only half focused as he practiced spinning pencils in both hands. He looked up, suddenly aware of everyone looking at him. Some of the guys around him laughed and pushed him forward by the shoulders.
“How does that sound?” The gym teacher, Mr. Nelson, smiled graciously. He picked up a ball from a nearby basket and threw it.
Playing dodgeball didn’t sound so bad. It was like playing wallball in the complexes encircling Baztet. Marcel caught the ball and found himself smiling. “Yes, sir.”
The teacher started explaining the rules. Powers were allowed, although the students’ bodies had to be targetable at all times, and throws did not count if they came from anything other than the students’ hands. He indiscriminately divided them into two groups. The balls lay along the center circle, around ten of them. The groups went to opposite sides of the gym.
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@loopylin @whakekeeper … and @theducktator ?
Oh LOvEly! This will be madness… *Starts researching Dodgeball rules because I really don’t know much. Lol.*
If it’s the whole age group, then Reúven is here somewhere. That’ll be fun. Hehe. Y’all choose teams for your charries.
Viktor
He wished he’d gotten sick on the way here. Then he’d be sitting in the nurse’s office, curled up with a blanket and a bottle of electrolyte drink. Instead, he was standing in a group of teens as battle loomed. his shoes squeaked as he rubbed a toe back and forth over a smudge in the gym flooring. The lights were too bright. His head was pounding.
“Only your actual hands!” The PE instructor waved an extra dodge ball above his head to emphasize his point. His whole being eminated athleticism like he was some mythical master of sports and battle. The ball squashed slightly in his grip before launching away into the air. The kids watched as it landed with a satisfying smack in a storage basket. Mr. Nelson turned back to them with a grin.
Viktor was still staring at that ball. Had it really been two years since he had played this sort of thing? He let himself shudder one more time before facing reality.
There was a game to play, to win if they could. He glanced at his teammates. Sone where bouncing on their toes, faces glowing with excitement – and some where hiding despite Mr. Nelson’s instructions. Viktor frowned.
“And remember.” The teacher intoned. “The rules are there to help us, not to hurt us. You have two minutes before I count off the start.”
The groups tightened together. Viktor squared his shoulders and turned to his team.
“All right. Who has played before?”
Hands of all sizes went up. Viktor blinked.
“Great! Who can hit what you aim for?
The team hesitated as one before about half of their hands shot in the air. Viktor nodded.
“Good. When we line up at the start line, I want you to be…” His mind blanked. He squeezed his eyes shut as all the wrong words danced across his vision.
“Spread out?” Someone suggested. Viktor latched onto that with a grateful laugh.
“Yes! The rest of us will focus on survival and getting balls. We want to never throw alone and never throw all the… the Weapons. That would give the other team all power. This is battle. I expect honor from you and me. We look out for each other. If one of us is out, get out of the way for our teammates. Any thoughts? Questions?”
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Oh my word! Why is Viktor so like Rory!? I mean, they would be thinking along the same lines… if Rory wasn’t panicking. XD
He’s not totally wrong…. Doctors are not to be trusted…… ??
Rory
“Sector 1 Military hospital,” he replied. “And yes you are going somewhere if the doctors won’t kill you because they’ll do a better job than I will. I don’t have anything to work with! Unless you really want me to find a sewing kit and stitch this up…..” Sewing kit. He’d used to carry one for mending his uniform. He’d mended plenty more than that with it. He gave a slight shiver.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
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