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[center][color=#71407C][h1]JoJo[/h1][/color][/center]

She was surrounded by darkness and stuck in the recurring dream of what just happened, the power she felt as well as the immense pain that made her tap out. Her entire body stirred in the winged boy’s arms, her lips mouthing several strings of curse words, most likely her subconscious catching her up with current events. From mouthing curse words to actually saying them JoJo woke herself up eventually with a loud gasp, eyelids flinging themselves open, giving way to those bright lavender eyes of hers. The first thing she saw was what looked like an angel carrying her upwards, holding her like a bride; the thought that she died crossed her mind and was just about ready to accept it if she didn’t look over and see Yukari and the teacher Arsenal carrying her. JoJo was now forced to face the fact that was now being carried in this embarrassing position by a boy she didn’t know most likely to the nurse’s office and that realization alone was enough to force the girl force Acion to let her on her feet. 

[color=#71407C]“Thanks, but I can walk,”[/color] she says grunting at the thought she had to be handled like she was some dainty little girl. Gritting her teeth in irritation at her dislocated shoulder to which a corner piece of a wall did nicely slamming herself into it earned a howl of pain from her lips but her arm was usable again. Rolling her shoulders to confirm everything was at least working the way it should before walking herself up to the teacher [color=#71407C]“Hey, let me carry her to the nurse, it’s my fault anyway”[/color] JoJo asked putting her arms out expecting to be handed the rubber girl 

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