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Post by Esmeralda Ortiz on Jul 12, 2018 19:43:24 GMT
“What? How did we get above ground when we all fell? What, was there a fucking Old Faithful in the ground?’l Esme cried, just as shocked as Al was.
She moved away from the desk, tracing the walls for a light switch or something. But as water dropped on her nose, she decided against it. If there was anything loose, she did not to turn people into batteries. Speaking of batteries, her phone dinged, giving the warning it was about to die. “Dios mijo,” she murmured, massaging her head. She had to keep it together. There were others that needed help. Zak was trying in vain to get service or help, going nuts. Esme was torn. Comfort Zak or look for ways to get help?
The collective was more important. Al was testing the windows, so Esme went to the door. She tested the knob. Well it didn’t sound broken and it did move. But leaving would have to wait.
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Post by Alejandra Ramirez on Jul 13, 2018 5:10:13 GMT
“What? How did we get above ground when we all fell? What, was there a fucking Old Faithful in the ground?"
"I don't fucking know." Al stated, just as confused as Esme was over how they got to the Headmaster's Office. As she looked around, something caught the light of her phone. Al paused and moved closer, spotting a glass case. Inside was a baseball bat, the initials R.T. engraved into the wood. Taking proud mom and bordering it on favoritism. she thought, looking it over. Maybe they would use it to try and break the windows open to get help? Of course, we might be able to just walk through the school. Don't really know what it all looks like in the aftermath. It was probably better to make sure they had a way out or not before resorting to vandalism.
Just then Zak began to freak out, yelling and cursing. Turning towards him, she realized he was looking at his phone, his face angry and confused. He started sprouting about some kind of joke, which made no sense at all, before turning towards the Latina and accusing her. "What the fuck are you talking about?" she asked, brows furrowing as she frowned at him. "I haven't done jackshit!"
What the fuck was wrong with him anyway? Did that empty head of his get knocked around from the fall? she wondered, glaring at him for the false accusations he was flying around.
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Post by Zak Gully on Jul 13, 2018 10:59:29 GMT
Al had been on her phone. She'd had his back to him. Maybe she was still pissed off for earlier, but this wasn't funny. He lifted the phone up to let her see the screen and took long strides to close the gap between them. "This isn't funny, it's si-" he said and took another step, but suddenly his feet fell out from below him and he crashed to the floor. First to his knees, then fully sprawled out on the floor.
Instinctively he dropped his phone and let it fall to the floor, needing his hands to cover his ears. The sound was just so... loud. It was as if his head was about to explode. No matter how hard he pressed on his ears, it wouldn't go away, but that didn't keep him from trying.
The first few seconds were okay enough, enough to warrant loud moaning and some twisting on the floor, but before long blood-curdling screams were escaping his mouth. What was happening to him?! There wasn't a single sane thought left in his head, he had no regard for the other people present, all his attention was on the pain. It was too much, too much. He thought he was going to go insane.
Somebody help me!!
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Post by Rebecca Rolfe on Jul 13, 2018 15:04:33 GMT
"ZAK!" Cried Becca who had turned to look around at what everyone-else was! Her eyes went wide, they shifted to look too her phone for a moment, trying to see if she had any signal. None. FUCK. looking worried, she'd shout "Zak,calm down !" She was now scared. she'd pick up Zak's phone and look at it if not stopped.She wondered what the message was.Rebecca shook Zak , as she knelt down,her ear went to hear his heart.
Why was she caring so much for Zak? she never knew. She noticed how dark it was.. they were dead, that's the kicker, to her, she was sure of it. they were in hell, or about to be and this is purgatory. She looked at Zak's phone again, wondering who sent the text? she wondered if she could text them back..."Who sent this!?" asked Becca in the text, unsure if it was able to be sent.
No signal after all... and it would make sense, to her , for them to be stuck in the in between, that was a nasty earthquake.her head spun, she held it as she frowned, what ever she got hit with, annoyed her. she was fighting it .She suddenly just kissed him, to try and get him to calm down. maybe shock would work?
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Post by Catherine "Pidge" Santorini on Jul 14, 2018 3:49:24 GMT
"Yeah her chest is moving, she's still breathing. And from what I can tell so far she isn't bleeding." "Thanks, Al." Catherine gave a thumbs up as she stood back up. All was well, as far as she knew. However, there were still a few people unconscious, one of them being her tech booth partner and the other was another one of her friends. "Some of you, please check on Naomi and Riley and make sure they're alive as well. I don't want anyone else to end up like that one girl back at the auditorium." Come to think of it, the two unconscious girls needed to wake up sooner than later. What if there was another tremor that could send them down deeper into the abyss and whatever they stood on could fade away into nothing... wherever they were
"Guys... We aren't underground. We're in Ms. Truman's office." Pidge looked around, and it seemed as if Al's statement was true. But it didn't add up! None of this made sense! She saw the others falling to their doom. She felt the wind against her face as she joined them before blacking out. How could this have happened? Maybe they were injected with hallucinogen some time before the earthquake to make them think they were falling... No, that was a stupid hypothesis. She should know better than that. She also should have known better to have brought her phone with her instead of giving it to her dad. She possibly needed a light to investigate the dilapidated room. "What.. exactly happened here?" She whispered, as if she was reminding herself of the question that was just asked.
A scream was heard throughout the room... then two... then three, all seemingly getting louder as they progressed... She turned around to see Zak writing in pain until he landed on the floor. "Oh my fucking god, Zak! Are you okay? It looked like you were having an aneurysm!"
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Post by Esmeralda Ortiz on Jul 14, 2018 5:09:33 GMT
“Some of you, please check on Naomi and Riley and make sure they're alive as well. I don't want anyone else to end up like that one girl back at the auditorium.”
Esme stepped away from from the door and knelt beside the resting bodies of the two girls Pidge had pointed out. The girl in the auditorium. Right...the girl had been pretty much bashed in the head. She shuddered. What did that girl do to get so beat up to the point of death? It didn’t sit right with her at all.
“Let’s be honest, Pidge, no one wants to end up like her. The less we think about it, the better.”
She stayed by Riley, a hand gently coaxing her. “What we also need to do now is figure out if we need anything and ideas if what’s going on. Whoever sent Zak,” she pointed to him, “something clearly has service where we don’t.”
After giving Riley one last gentle pat, she stood, looking again at the door. She didn’t like the idea of splitting up, but if they were near Truman’s office, it also meant...it meant the teacher’s lounge was close. Hopefully there were supplies. She stood up and circled the office again. [Off-Top: Esme has done a perception check]
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Post by Administrator on Jul 14, 2018 6:17:38 GMT
Dice result: 1D10 => 10 Natural Success; you found an item and a clue!
Esmeralda's sharp eye cought a glimps of something shiny, hidden in between Madonna's papers on her desk. It was a little plastic silver box of painkillers. Sadly it was almost empty, but there were still a few pills left! Besides the box you have found a document. Veronica Kishi's unsigned dismissal papers.
Item: a box of painkillers (you can use this item 2 times) - +1 health point per use.
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Post by Zak Gully on Jul 14, 2018 12:19:01 GMT
Zak was still writhing in pain, his body convulsing and tears streaming down his face. It hurt so bad. Everything was just a black blur where nothing except pain existed. But then something did. Rebecca was crowding him, feeling his chest, getting in his face, it was too much to handle in with the pain, he felt like he was suffocating. When she kissed him, he'd had enough, and pushed her away with his elbow in a panic. Don't touch me... don't touch me... just... get me... get me an ambulance... help me...
It was agony, and it was only getting worse. Louder. Until... until it didn't. Suddenly it was gone, and silence filled the air. He could hear other people talking now, he could hear people walking... breathing... it was so quiet. He didn't quite dare to believe it, maybe he'd just gone insane from the pain and his brain was tricking him for a moment. Maybe if he moved too suddenly it would come back. He couldn't even enjoy the silence out of fear of it going away again.
Still holding his arms tightly to his ear, with tears still streaming down his face like a waterfall, Zak went quiet. No more screaming, not from the voice in his head, nor from him. He just laid there shaking, crying, breathing unsteady and loudly. This is a sick dream. It had to be a dream, nothing like this happened in real. Not ever.
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Post by Alejandra Ramirez on Jul 14, 2018 14:46:04 GMT
Al was starting to get angrier as he continued to try and accuse her of something, lifting up his phone to shove in her face. She barely caught the words, telling him to hit their unconscious principal with the bat they found. Which was all kinds of messed up. "Dude I don't even have a si-" Before either of them could finish talking, Zak was on the ground and screaming. "Mierda!" she cursed, taking a step back in shock. He looked like he was in extreme pain. Fuck, what's going on!? she thought, eyes wide as Becca rushed towards the writhing boy.
Everyone was starting to scramble a bit, asking if he wa sok and what was wrong. Though Becca was up in his space, grabbing his fallen phone and trying to listen to his heart. "Becca I think you need to give him spa-" she began to say, trying to warn her of the dangerous of touching someone who was having some kind of attack, only to stop as the other girl straight up kissed the guy. Why does she think that's a good idea!? she thought, her mouth hanging open like a dead fish.
And sure enough Zak went and freaking elbowed the poor girl. Al hissed in sympathy at seeing the action, moving towards Becca and gesturing for her to give him space. "He's clearly having some kind of attack, we need to give him space." She really hoped Pidge wasn't right about an aneurysm, those were the silent killers. As Zak's screaming ended and he seemed to stop writhing in pain, Al hesitantly took a step closer.
"Zak, Zak I think you're having some kind of attack. Maybe a panic attack." she said as calmly and softly as possible, hoping to not set him off. "And I need you to try and focus on your surroundings ok?" She made sure to keep her light away from his face, shining it on the floor by him instead. "Can you tell me five things you see, four things you can hear, three things you can feel, two things you can smell and one thing you can taste?" she asked him, remaining as gentle as possible in her speech. "Take all the time you need."
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Post by Naomi Smith on Jul 15, 2018 10:34:05 GMT
Naomi opened her eyes, but it was really hard to realize what surrounded her. Slowly she started to regonize people around her and tried to get up. Everything seemed hazy, but soon enough she knew where they were. It was headmaster's office, not like she had visited her office a lot, maybe couple times. What the hell had happened? "That was horrible." she whispered to herself and get up. Naomi heard how Alejandra talked calmly to somebody, like she was trying to help. 'Is that Zak?' she wondered, while her head was still unclear. 'Didn't knew he had mental issues...'She had no idea what was happening in the room, or what Zak was going through. Naomi saw Pidge at the other side of the room, so she wandered slowly next to her. "I'm glad you're okay. I guess tech list doesn't matter anymore..." she tried to laugh. Laughing and joking was her way to process sad things - she believed that if she forced herself to make jokes/be happy she would be happy even at the most devastated time.
Everything started to get more clear, finally she regonized all the people in the room. Riley and the headmaster were still unconscious. Where were the others - like Phillip, or Nerissa? Yes, before the fall happened she was right next to Nerissa. Quickly she reached her phone and checked if there was new messages. One new message from Phillip - he wanted her to cover up for him and Tristan for club. Well, no need for that anymore. Naomi wanted to text him back - but she was sure someone already called 911 or asked for help, so she just wanted to concentrate on keeping her phone's battery full as possible.
'Please be safe, all of us.' she prayed silently.
"We have to get out here. I guess you guys already checked the door, was it open?" Naomi asked.
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Post by Esmeralda Ortiz on Jul 15, 2018 15:48:43 GMT
As Esmeralda went back to Madonna;s desk, there was just a small glint on the desk. It was sandwiched between a few pieces of paper. The lump was large, which could have been something useful. She leafed thrugh the piles before pulling out a little plastic silver box of painkillers. She shook it, frowning as only two little pills rattled inside.
"Best save these for someone who needs them," she said to herself, pocketing the box.
Besides the box, there appeared a document. The lighting was hard to read, but Esmeralda scanned the contents. They were Veronica Kishi's unsigned dismissal papers. Her green eyes furrowed. She knew Miss Kishi's reputation for being short tempered. Was it really so bad that it was going to cost her a job? Better question, had Madonna known about these and had been putting it to the side.
Someone shifted on the floor and Esme set the papers to her side. Naomi was awake, talking about how awful it was. Al was busy comforting Zak and Becca, which left Esme running over to help the redhead. Naomi asked if the door was open, and Esme answered,
"It's not locked, but I'm not sure if there's any rubble outside that could get us hurt. We already have some minor injuries," she gestured to Becca's wounded hand. She looked long and hard and Naomi. They had never really spoken, but with Zak being tended to for...whatever, she would have to work with this stranger. "If we're near the lounge, maybe we can go and get supplies."
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Post by Zak Gully on Jul 15, 2018 16:03:55 GMT
Zak didn't answer Alejandra at first. He was too freaked out, too preoccupied with his own fears to form a coherent reply. He waited until most of the crying and shaking had receded before he slowly, carefully removed his arms from his head, trying to sit up as he did so. It didn't return, he was fine. For the first time since his fall he took in his surrounding. People were staring, he was half-conscious he'd elbowed Rebecca, and Al was right by him, trying to comfort him like he was a little child.
Suddenly he felt very self conscious and furiously wiped away his tears, looking annoyed at the room as if asking what everyone were staring at. "I'm fine, I'm fine," he waved Al off. He might as well have peed himself in front of everyone, he was that embarrassed. He stood up roughly and blushed profusely. "Probably just an ear thing, I'm not mental," he said defensively as if the room was judging him, Al was judging him. At least his mates weren't around, they would never have let him live it down. They still might not, if anyone blabbered about it. "Just shut up about this, okay?" he asked without looking at anyone and moved to the corner, as if it could hide him.
This is just a dream, that didn't just happen, nobody in real has seen anything, it's okay.
Those thoughts were his only comfort, but they didn't help much right now. He felt visible and vulnerable. At least the noise had stopped. It had stopped so completely and so instantly that he almost couldn't believe it had just happened. It already felt like such a distant memory. But it had happened. Publicly. With everyone staring. Great.
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Post by Rebecca Rolfe on Jul 15, 2018 21:53:12 GMT
Rebecca felt miserable, she had fought the sickness for too long, her body swayed as she was elbowed,and she sat down, next to Zak by a chair.Her frame lightly looking around and under the chair she was sitting by , hands rummaging, she wondered what was under it...if anything,secret doors were a thing in the past, perhaps one was under the chair? hiding information? she thought.her hand hit the chairs end, causing her to cringe, the wound she had stung a bit.
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Post by Naomi Smith on Jul 15, 2018 22:12:07 GMT
Naomi noticed how the raven haired girl came close to her with caring look on her face. "It's not locked, but I'm not sure if there's any rubble outside that could get us hurt. We already have some minor injuries" Esmeralda said. Naomi was sure they had never really spoken, but of course she remembered her face.
"Oh, I see. Well you have a point." she sighted while watching Becca's wounded hand and right after that she moved her gaze to Zak. He seemed to be better now, maybe it was just a panic attack - which would not be rare case at the situation like this. "Probably just an ear thing, I'm not mental!" he stated, "Just shut up about this, okay?"
Naomi smiled towards Zak. Cocky as usual, wasn't he.
"If we're near the lounge, maybe we can go and get supplies." Esmeralda continued. "I like that idea, Esmeralda - was it?" she wanted to be sure because usually she had heard other club members using only 'Esme' or some other nicknames.
"But at the same time I don't like the idea of getting separated into smaller groups. I'm not sure should we just shake off our fears, or what." she glanced over Riley and the headmaster. If they had gotten badly hurt, they would need more supplies - but there was a possibility that supply seekers would just get hurt and never return.
"If we decide to look around, who would like to participate in it?" she asked attentively. "I can volunteer, but I'm not going alone - that's for sure." she tried to smile - again.
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Post by Something on Jul 15, 2018 22:25:26 GMT
With the corner of her eye, Pidge noticed laying down on the floor phone, flashing up and buzzing from a notification. And it wasn't just a randome phone, it was hers, Pidges! And, oh, look! You've got one new incoming message!
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