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Post by Karel on Feb 27, 2007 21:45:46 GMT -8
The refreshing feel of cold metal soothed the pain on his head. Barel standing, his weight was pressed up against one of the many thousand hallway lockers that this school conveniently had, a small rental service for the likes of it's punk-like students. And here on his lunch break, he sat - three corpses lying around him - a right mess of blood and splintered wood, dented metal with fallen lockers - the lack of lighting was a definite plus as he knew the brightness wouldn't help his current state. Finally, he decided to get moving. Turning around sluggishly and bending forth to latch his fingers on to collars surrounding his fellow students' necks. He began his walk... dragging the corpses behind him as their unconscious bodies swept aside the debris, leaving behind a blood trail.
Despite them being the ones attacking him - even being so low as to use a bat against his head, he wasn't so low as to ignore them and leave them to their deaths.... they needed medical treatment. But then again, judging by the amount of blood that was seeping down the side of his head, so did he...
OOC: please be active. >.>
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Post by Kasumi on Feb 27, 2007 21:55:32 GMT -8
Because of where she had come from Kasumi wasn't yet familiar with the customs of #259, but the school she had come from seeing a bloodied up man dragging three unconcious men along the hallway hadn't been an uncommong thing, which is why she really showed no interested in the fact that the man who was bleeding was dragging three students.
Rather, Kasumi had opted to be polite as she approached the man having really no clue who he was or if the three knocked out idiots had done anything to him but judging by the fact that the man was bleeding, they probably did.
"Need some help with those?" Kasumi called out, having pressed her back flat up against a locker allowing for the body-dragging bloodied man to walk past with them.
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Post by Karel on Feb 27, 2007 22:14:28 GMT -8
Imagine that. Friendly people in this third-rate hole of a school. From his experience at 552, there wasn't such a thing as nice. Then again, he wasn't the most social of people either - but offering help was ... to say the least, very refreshing. And right now... despite his will and determination to move on, he knew he wouldn't make it if things were to keep up. His own head needed attention, after all. His right hand would give his response - dropping the collar as the body came to rest on the floor. Although he wasn't the type to speak much... especially now since he was wounded, this was his way of saying "Please".
And yet, in the grip of his left hand, were two more figures... who may as well have been dead. Their heads next to each other as he had improvised and held the two by their collars - managing to drag them along with his mere fingers - coiled around the hardened clothing. His right hand came up to apply some pressure to the right side of his head, assisting his wound to help stop the bleeding.
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Post by Kasumi on Feb 27, 2007 22:19:00 GMT -8
She'd bent down quickly and swooped the one man up, positioning him so that he was slung over her shoulder making the off comment about how heavy the fuck had been and that she'd be sure to tell him to lose some weight or lay off the roids assuming he survived this.
There wasn't much of a need for words as Kasumi mainted her position with the man slung over her shoulder, walking carefully with the injured man so as not to leave them behind and possibly put the man in a rather bad situation. She had no real reason to leave a man with a busted head to die and in the event that he needed help she'd probably be able to carry him as well....not so sure about the other two though, but that was life.
"Takanawa Kasumi." Afterall, it was only proper to introduce ones self to someone who's corpse you were hauling for them. She'd nearly forgotten her manners in the whole ordeal.
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Post by Karel on Feb 27, 2007 22:28:43 GMT -8
"Soresu Karel."
This was the sort of introduction he was use to. None of that "pleased to meet you" crap when you've just randomly met off the block. Although he knew fairly well that saying such troublesome things was being polite, he found that lying and saying that sort of bullshit was twice as much rude.
His head began to swell, the headache getting worse as his co-ordination was barely kept in check. Despite this pain, he knew it was good. But he needed to stay conscious - and conversation... however idle it was, was perhaps the best way to do so aside from getting a shot of epinephrine.
"Senior."
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Post by Kasumi on Feb 27, 2007 22:34:42 GMT -8
"Transfer. 499. Senior." It was fun to compile what a normal person would turn into some huge sentence about where they came from, the food they liked, what grade they were in and all of that bullshit into a neat compact sentence pertaining only three words with a few punctual pauses to allow Kasumi to take a quick breath, punch the unconscious man in the side, and continue about walking.
The poor sap with the bleeding head hadn't been looking too good right about now as one of her eyebrows quirked, her movements halted for a brief second "Ok?" She asked him, hey, he seemed to like keeping things short so why not stick with it even if she had been asking whether or not he'd make it...thought indirectly asking.
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Post by Karel on Feb 27, 2007 22:40:48 GMT -8
Transfer, huh... then again, I was too. After settling down that sort of information becomes irrelevent... in the end, everyone's still a student here.
Although he didn't ask for so much information, it wasn't his first time that people got a little eager with introductions. She was either the typical talkative girl, new or just plain... weird? As if. He was one of the minority. Then he came to hear his own-styled question. "Ok?" ... well, yeah these one word sentences and questions could only go so far before getting stupid. But then... in his current physical state, he couldn't be picky - he just needed to keep the conversation in the air. He turned a corner, and began climbing down some stairs. Bump, bump, bump... poor souls.
"Fine."
""
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Post by Kasumi on Feb 27, 2007 22:51:24 GMT -8
"So....They gonna die..?" She spoke quickly, making a gesture toward the two men who were being dragged down the staircase. In retrospect she'd probably should have given the one over her shoulder the same treatment but she was quite content with giving him the occasional punch to the kidney, adding to whatever pain the poor boy might be feeling whenever she got pissed off about how damn heavy he was.
In one final moment of anger Kasumi had done something unlike her, with a bit of a yell of rage she'd tossed the student down the staircase...it might have been a bit too much but that heavy fucker was starting to hurt her shoulder, and for that, he probably deserved what ever he got as the battered body rolled down the stair case.
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Post by Karel on Feb 27, 2007 22:59:32 GMT -8
"... that one is. Now at least."
Well, GOD - as if he hadn't broken their bodies, what she was adding was just mutilation! But he knew it was fine, and so didn't flinch in the small fuss she had caused. He simply kept walking on as if nothing happened... rare to find someone who wasn't so surprised of such acts. Ah. But at least now they were over the one-sentence stage and speaking more than two syllables. And here they were so close to the med-bay. Those nurses were fairly use to this sort of bad condition, so getting these screw-ups fixed up was something they could do.
"..."
Of course, he had nothing else to say.
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Post by Kasumi on Feb 27, 2007 23:08:54 GMT -8
"Oh...really? A shame.." Kasumi uttered out as she collected the man back up near the bottom of the stairwell, flinging him over her shoulder once more he let out what could only be best described as a plead to please kill him and get him away from the psycho bitch.
Apparently some-time during punching his kidney he had awoken enough to feel the pain of being flung down a staircase, that was most definitely her bad. But she doubted he'd die. He shouldn't of gotten on Kasumi's nerves to say the least, when she got angry boy did she get angry.
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Post by Karel on Feb 27, 2007 23:17:52 GMT -8
Yes, but then again... pheromone driven responses weren't the best idea of any case. While Kasumi was busy doing her own little thing, Karel moved into the med-bay, dumping the two bodies on to beds. Well, corpses for now. The nurses must have been out - and it was rare that no one else was in the room - staff or student. Perhaps this was the first violent action for the day? It didn't matter... what did, however, was that he needed to clean his wound. Lowering one of his shoulders he let his jacket fall freely off, and in a single motion dumped it on to a free bed. He walked over to a sink - turned his head, to look at his wound.... his eyes would of widened, but didn't; for what he saw was a splinter.
It could of killed him... but yet, in that thousandth of a chance, he was lucky it was only a flesh wound. However, he couldn't really wrisk having it stay in.
"... some help?"
... he was sort of hoping she hadn't stayed outside the whole time.
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Post by Kasumi on Feb 27, 2007 23:24:18 GMT -8
Too his dismay she had opted to stay outside the entire time, the obvious lack of a cursing and complaining Kasumi about how heavy the man was was a sheer sign of this...that and the fact that the poor bastard had been tossed rather clumsily into a bed, it didn't even look like she'd had the decency to walk in the room and drop him off.
Instead Kasumi was off walking up and down the hall in what could be considered a futile attempt to find a nurse, she'd been down the hall when she decided to turn on her heel and start heading back toward the med-bay.
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Post by Karel on Feb 27, 2007 23:32:18 GMT -8
"..."
Yeah, it didn't help. But in any case, he himself was cursing his blood to be so damn fast - the scabbing had already occured, and - despite it being moist, it had stopped bleeding. That was of course, until he pulled the splinter out... and there we have a wonderful new mess. He let it bleed for a while, washing the blood off his hands first, when he finally heard the foot steps just outside as Kasumi was about to re-enter.
"Hey. Get the antiseptic and a cloth."
Although he wasn't screaming, his voice would no doubt reach her.
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Post by Kasumi on Feb 27, 2007 23:39:45 GMT -8
It was at that moment that she made a turn on her heel and re-entered the medical lab. Moments of fishing later Kasumi had managed to produce the equipment asked of her, offering the antiseptic and cloth up to him.
She'd have no reason to speak, simply shrug her shoulders as she provided him the aid requested of her....she probably had better things she could be doing....
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Post by Karel on Feb 27, 2007 23:48:55 GMT -8
So did he, but that's exactly why he hastened his work. He was actually hungry and didn't get time to fetch food - and dispite his loss of time sense, he knew the bell would be rung any time soon. First he took the cloth, cleaning it under the hot water - then brought it up to his wound, dabbing it to fully remove the scab. He switched the water on to cold, and brought his head down to the running tap... feeling the bite that would aid him. With his free hand, he reached out to hers and took a hold of it, his eyes in th mean while looked through the side of his face to get a proper gander at his "assistant". First at her hands, then crawling up to her face. A tone of indifference in his voice, yet betrayed by his words.
"... Thanks."
Popping the lid off the antiseptic, he applied some to the slowly healing cut. Not wanting to cause an awkward moment, he was going to continue this conversation.
"How long have you been around?"
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