[hr][h1][i][color=Chartreuse]Tanya Liberty Lamont[/color].[/i][/h1][hr]



For a moment, Tanya wondered what Mari and the others are up to. Usually, people hang out in the Mess Hall in between classes. That's where she was going to go. She quickly waltz over to the Mess Hall, and stepped inside. Sporting a confident, care-free, smile on her face. Ready to spread that Jamaican sunshine! However, the second she stepped into the room, that smile turned into a confused look of pure horror. Because she had no idea what was going on. Fen was taking "screw yourself" to a whole new level. There were a bunch of other kids there - people she's seen before, but not enough to convince her to enter this scene.

"Oh hell no, girl." The words left her mouth as she gazed upon this glorious shitshow. Mari and Freddie left, and Tanya felt that she should do the same. She then turned around, and muttered, "Don't want none of [i]that[/i] shit. Call me when shit stops being weird."

With that, Tanya was back in the Academic square. She was probably going to find some place to sing. Kiwi perched himself (?) on her shoulder, and she felt like a pirate! Well, she could find her way on top of one of the buildings-

A piercing scream caught Tanya's attention. [i]Oh no...[/i] Curiosity was overwhelming Tanya. This could just be another shitshow, but she had to investigate. She ran up to the scene - Kiwi flew off her shoulder and landed on top of a nearby bench - and raised her eyebrow when she saw Kyle and an unconscious girl. She had no idea what happened, but going off the look of horror of Kyle's face (and his mantra) it was far from good. Tanya ran up to the blonde-haired girl, and rolled her on her back. 

"Sweetie, you okay?!" Tanya asked, getting no response. She then raised a hand, and shouted, "Someone go get a teacher!"

[color=004b80]"Don't touch me!"[/color] Kyle shouted, and the crowd got back. Like Kyle was some crazed animal. There was a certain level of understanding - this was just an accident, and the boy was shook up a little bit.

"Kyle, sweetie," Tanya turned to him, "[i]Breathe.[/i] Just calm down."