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[center][b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Campus Grounds
[u][b]Interacting With:[/b][/u] Minako Ikeda [@Thundercrash]
[b][u]Mood:[/u][/b] Daydreaming → Nervous [/center]

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Amy had been walking for a little while, bored, but not having anything better to do at this point. She was still wondering what had put everyone in such a rotten mood, but it had faded to the back of her mind. Her thoughts had been drifting, but there wasn't anything really meaningful. Just the usual daydreaming, but it was pleasant enough and she had a smile on her face.

It took her a few seconds to register that she was being spoken to, but figured there was no-one else around. Giving the girl a once-over, she was pretty sure she'd never seen her before in her life. It was possible she'd just forgotten, but Amy liked to think she was better than that. Besides, seeing as it was directions she was asking for, it made sense that the girl was new to campus. Pausing for a second, she shrugged, and looked up. [color=salmon]"Sure, I've got nothing better to-"[/color] her words cut off when she made eye contact with the girl.

All of a sudden, she felt some sort of weird feeling. She wasn't sure what it was, but found herself extending her powers almost on reflex, shutting off whatever it was. Trying to play it off, Amy laughed nervously. [color=salmon]"So, uh, B Wing, was it? I can show you the way there - you know, if you want."[/color] She said, realising that that wasn't the best attempt at hiding something the world had ever seen.


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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] In front of the East Dorms
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Eliana Lovelace (Mentioned) [@Lovely Complex]
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b] Apathetic → Content → Frightened[/center]
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Keats registered the Lovelace girl's passing. All by herself, as well. On any other day, it'd be a prime opportunity to pick a fight, but he was having enough trouble with his head already without her freaky dream shit added on top of that. Sometimes Keats wished more people in this academy would just punch things. Keats could deal with punching shit. He understood punching shit. He couldn't deal with all the people that would mess with his head around here. 

Abandoning any ideas of picking a fight he might have had, he settled for glaring at the back of her head as she entered the dorms. He spent a few more minutes staring into the clouds, and eventually found himself drifting off, exhaustion from his lack of decent sleep finally kicking in. Eventually, he found himself dreaming.

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It started off pretty fun - he was skydiving, and his sister was there. He should've realised how things were gonna go when his sister was there - these dreams always went the same way - but his dreaming brain didn't register her presence as strange. They jumped out together, and were laughing, yelling out in exhilaration, but when they were supposed to open the chutes, things took a turn for the worse.

Her chute wouldn't open - the backup one wouldn't work either, and he just had to watch her fall, screaming out in helplessness. It was the way they always seemed to go. She'd fall off a bridge, or get hit by a car, or taken hostage, halfway through every dream she was in. He couldn't do anything to help. She always died, in every single dream. 

He landed, rushing over to where she was. She was dead, or at least it seemed like it, but the body's head twisted around, like some sort of puppet from a horror film. It grinned at him slowly, its eyes blank.

[b]"Why didn't you save me, Sam?"[/b] He didn't have an answer.

It seemed to split into hundreds, thousands of faces surrounding him, accusing, judging, haunting. Repeating that question over and over. He tried to protest, tried to make them [i]stop[/i] but it didn't work. [color=#FFBF00]"There was nothing I could do! It wasn't me!"[/color] he yelled in his dream. Unconsciously, he was mumbling the same words in his sleep. It didn't matter, though. The faces wouldn't listen, and seemed ready to swallow him whole.

[b]"You left me behind, Sam. You didn't come back."

"You said you'd protect me."

"You let me die!"[/b]

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Keats woke up with a start, taking shuddering, frantic breaths. [color=#FFBF00]"It's just a dream, Keats. Just a dream."[/color] he muttered, trying to reassure himself. Despite that, he still wasn't completely calm, and he felt his eyes stinging. Had he been crying? Keats wiped his eyes, standing up, but looking genuinely frightened and upset by his dream, despite his efforts to put on a brave face.

The nightmares had started not long after the fire. They were getting better - it used to be every night, but it only seemed to happen when he got too hung up on Sis. He looked around, hoping no-one had seem him in such a state, then walked a little further off from the dorms entrance. He needed to clear his head, that was all. If he did that, everything'd be fine. He was Keats, you know? Samuel Keats! Dreams weren't gonna get to him, he was tougher than that!

He tried to convince himself, to be positive, but was failing miserably. With the state he was in, it didn't even occur to him, but to anyone that looked closely at his face, it would be obvious Keats had been crying.