[COLOR=darkred][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]T a v i a  W o n g[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup]Lunatic Dance | [i]Mather Memorial High School[/i][/sup][/INDENT]
Tavia might have described the dance as going nicely if stranger than previous dances. Normally she'd drink some punch, lounge with her friends, drink some bad liquor, then go home. There wasn't much dancing (which, as she liked to mockingly say, was a major bummer), getting any recognition for her costume (she hadn't ever expected any in the first place though, so no room for disappointment there) or chatting up her classmates. Noting it was both Kenneth and Winter and all the others from class in some way presumably causing this change made her laugh. Social Conscience shaking up her routine yet again it seemed.

Shaking her head ruefully at her standing table where Ken had left her, she took another sip from her cup. The night was still a bit early for drinking.

When the doors burst open, Tavia wasn't ready for wolves. When everyone started screaming, she took off for the doors, sticking to the walls and blending in with the other bodies. Of course, she was always ready for whatever life threw at her, part of being in the Wong family honestly, but not for wolves specifically. Nearing some exits, one of them turned toward her, and she immediately threw herself to the floor under several large props. Staring up at it from her hiding spot, stifling her breaths and anxiously waiting for it to move on, Tavia could see its black-gray pelt in clear detail. The canine features on a humanoid body was unnatural and seeing it in front of her pulled a shiver down her spine. The snarling maw and the blood shining on its claws weren't helping.

There was something about being in so much danger that while her body's only goal was to get out, her mind had the chance to distance itself. And she couldn't help but wonder at how much of a B-Rate horror movie everything must have looked, with the horrifying monster and a distressed damsel in a stupidly attention-grabbing dress. Not that it was her fault, how did anyone prepare themselves for werewolves anyway? Silver bullets, clothing thrown at them by a familiar person, right? Anthony told her about it once.

A howl came from the center of the gym and the wolf went away after one final sniff in her direction. Keeping still, Tavia scanned the room for her friends. After several desperate seconds of her very carefully controlling her breathing and not thinking what could have happened to Anthony and Kat, she spotted their shaking forms where the werewolves managed to corral the students together. Letting out a trembling sigh of relief, she quietly darted toward somewhere, [i]anywhere[/i], with some mirrors. What was the point of having powers if they couldn't kill something? Sparing a glance behind her, she saw someone in a hoodie kill some werewolves with a liberal dosage of fire. [i]That[/i] was the sort of thing that'd be useful right about now.

As Tavia raced up the stairs towards the mirror-lined walls of the work out room above the gym, she went through all the shit she stashed at school through her head for something useful. Before she could think of anything though, she skidded to a stop. Sebastian, Evander, and Rita were there, corpses at their feet. She didn't question it or Rita's clenched fists, the chill coming from Evander, or any of it because it honestly didn't matter by now.

She didn't bother to linger. Not even thinking about hiding her abilities, Tavia ran into the mirrors lining the opposite end of the room and disappeared with a flashy swish of her dress. The mirror plane gave her a chance to catch her breath and she near about collapsed. Several seconds of her heaving breaths in total silence and she was good to go. The hallways were a literal blur as she jogged through them. Students ran for the exits in slow motion as she passed them by. Belle and Ken looked like they were doing alright with getting them out.

Clearly, she was useless in a fight. After tonight, she was making her siblings teach her how to beat shit up, she swore to god. Jumping out from the girls' locker room nearby, she slammed into one of the walls because of the awkward landing on her heels. Tavia wouldn't have seen him if she hadn't fell, but Elroy's body was clearly hidden in the showers.

Wide eyed, she stepped cautiously toward him. She didn't know if she was glad or not that he didn't startle when she leaned over him. With no idea if this was the right procedure or not, she checked his pulse. Letting out the breath she didn't know she was holding, she sighed in relief. Sitting down on the shower room floor next to him, Tavia rubbed a hand over her face, reasonably frazzled. Maybe she should have ran out with the other students, but she couldn't just leave Elroy on his own like this. Leaning against the wall, her heart stopped beating in her ears, but she bitterly clenched her fists at every loud noise she heard coming from outside.