[hr][center][h2][color=00aeef]Jonathan Walker[/color][/h2][/center][hr]

[color=00aeef]Jonathan nodded to Alexei. "I agree, it might be hard for her given her vicious streak. All the more reason..."[/color], he said, pausing for a moment to complete a row at 440 lbs. [color=00aeef]"...To keep reaching out."[/color]

Jonathan was just now finishing up his sets and had worked up a proper sweat. The strain and focus was helping clear his head up. Even though Alexei seemed to think he was just worried about having been punched in the face, talking it over was helping figure out how to deal with everyone else, too. The first few days were always the roughest no matter what. The summer break kept him out of contact with most of his better friends. There were the new students too, who all too often had just been ripped out of their old life and dumped into a freakish boarding school, and they had the whole fish-out-of-water thing going on that made them hard to talk to. On the bright side, he'd managed to reach out and talk to someone who he'd been absolutely terrified of all last year. That was fun while it lasted. More rowing, more straining, and he was completely finished with the workout.

Jonathan switched to a brighter subject as he got up and started wiping down the benches he'd used. Cleanliness was right on up there in importance with form. Nobody wanted to get a staph infection from working out, and Jonathan didn't want to be the one to make it happen.

[color=00aeef]"On a different note, when's your first class starting?"[/color]

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[hr][center][h2][color=f26522]Brock Van de Vate[/color] and [color=c4df9b]Alexis Cartwright[/color][/h2][/center][hr]

The 'doctor' was utterly freakish. Brock couldn't tell if she was even licensed, but the other staff seemed to trust her enough to not even flinch at the sight of the ugly old witch with an axe. If they trusted her, then maybe this was all just some sort of intimidation thing to make sure he actually needed attention. The throbbing pain started seeping back into Brock's attention as his fear slipped away, and he decided that, yes, he [i]did[/i] need to see the doctor about it before it got worse, even if Asa hadn't described what'd happened properly. He was pretty sure he'd have remembered getting knocked unconscious.

A quick look around at the other students on the field told him he'd put his foot in his mouth, so he decided [i]not[/i] to mention his lack of a head injury. [color=f26522]"Uh, yeah... I'm just... going to go with the doctor here. Lead the way."[/color]

Doctor Cartwright looked the boy over. Yeah, he was in pain. She'd seen enough 'tough guys' in her office to know when they were hiding it. He was too upright and stable to have any sort of head injury, so she threw that out, but his legs were [i]slightly[/i] bent and shaky. Throwing stars were heavy enough to break skin even with a half-assed throw and without being sharpened properly, so a blunt throwing star was heavy enough to do lasting damage to the testicles without attention.

[color=c4df9b]"Alright, fine. Asa, Freyja, I'll send him back out when I'm through with him,"[/color] she said. There was a sort of vicious bite behind 'through with him' that made Brock shudder in semi-horrified anticipation, but he felt that whatever she'd do with him, it was better than sticking around in front of people who probably thought he was a total dumbass now.

Doctor Cartwright turned to waddle off back towards her office, and Brock gave a short glance at the other staff before hurriedly following along.

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