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[b][code]Grand Ridge Academy - The Hallway to the Male Dorms.[/code][/b]
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[quote=Martin]

[b]To: Rita.[/b]

[i][color=c4df9b]Hey, chickadee. Did you get out of the building alright? You know how I love to worry.[/color][/i]
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He probably should have been looking instead of texting because someone ran right into his back. He very nearly toppled over at the impact and he dropped his phone, it hit the ground with a plastic [i]clank[/i]. Normally, this would have aggravated him but he didn't feel like facing off with this [i]six foot something[/i] English guy. He hated being so short sometimes, it made it infinitely more challenging to tell people what he was thinking. 

One wrong statement and some tall ass guy with a chip on his shoulder could deck him. This guy didn't really strike him as the punch first and ask questions later type but it was better to be safe than sorry. He sighed through his nose and kneeled to scoop his phone from the floor, noting that there was a new dent in the side before stuffing it into the pocket of his coat. He'd just wait for Rita to tell him if she was alright, though she had been messaging him so sparingly lately that he wasn't sure if she would.

After everything had gone down and he had gotten a nice sling for his arm, he'd gone to her and apologized for the idiotic way that he'd chosen to comfort her. It had been a very awkward affair. He just wanted them to get back on track, maybe get a coffee together sometime. He was feeling very isolated lately and she was pretty much the only person that he'd ever been able to tolerate. He hoped they got through this rough patch soon. 

"[color=c4df9b]It's [i]fine[/i], I'm probably only internally bleeding a little.[/color]" he deadpanned, "[color=c4df9b]I'll make it through this encounter with minimal damage.[/color]"

Though, the other boy seemed to already be hurrying out and he just wasn't that concerned with getting out quickly. He walked at his neutral pace, trying to keep his thoughts from wandering. He highly doubted that the entire school was about to go up in flames, if it did and he died a tragic death by burning to a crisp, then it would be his own fault. He would have to take full responsibility for being a slowpoke.

He could see the shadows flitting across the wall in his peripheral vision, they were distracting and he wished they'd stop. Sometimes it would feel like his subconscious was taunting him with these shadows, trying to make him pay attention to them. It wasn't a new thing, he'd been seeing this happen far too often lately. Sometimes in class, sometimes in the hall, [i]frequently[/i] in his dorm. They had full reign of his dreams and now they were seeping into his reality.
[i]Great[/i].

He straightened the collar of his coat again, unaware of the faint green glow that his impromptu tattoo was emitting. He just wanted to keep it hidden, there was no need for anyone to point that [i]thing[/i] out to him. He almost wished that it would disappear as easily as it had appeared, he was getting really tired of worrying about it. Every passing moment was another moment where he was anxious that some jerk-off would point at him and go "[b]Nice tattoo, brah![/b]"

[i]If[/i] he ever considered getting a tattoo, it would be [i]far more pretentious[/i] than whatever this was. The placing of this tattoo was also terrible, no job would want to hire a guy with a tattoo that was so close to his face. He had to hope that this was just some kind of hallucination because if it wasn't the he wanted to know [i]who the hell[/i] had managed to give him a tattoo while he'd been asleep. He also wanted to [i]what the hell[/i] his doctor had been on if she didn't see it.

It was hard not to feel like he was losing it. The small shapeless shadows that were rippling around his boots were more than enough proof that he probably was going a little off the wall. He tried not to look directly at them, as if looking at them solidified their existence somehow. [i]Just ignore it until it goes away.[/i] 
What a way to live.

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[b][code]Grand Ridge Academy - Bathroom.[/code][/b]
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[i]Fine[/i], she was covered in glass cuts and somehow that translated to [i]fine[/i].
Not only was she bullshitting her, she was trying to leave [i]while[/i] bullshitting her. "[color=8882be]Lynette, we need to-[/color]"

She was cut off by the sound of approaching footsteps. This wasn't good, not only were they standing in the middle of this mess, this mess had been the cause of the wailing alarm. If she remembered anything from highschool, it was that making a fire alarm go off was pretty much as punishable as murder. She figured that college couldn't be much different.

She didn't know if Lynette had set off a cherry bomb or something but this place wasn't explainable. She certainly couldn't think of a way to explain it. She took a step back, her heel bumped into a piece of glass and made it clatter into the wall. The sound was jarring despite the screeching alarm in her ears. She knew hiding in a stall wouldn't work, there wasn't really [i]anywhere[/i] to hide. 

Her panic was rising steadily as she stared at the door. She couldn't be caught in here, she and Lynette could be blamed for this wreckage. They could get into trouble, and even worse, they could get [i]kicked out[/i]. She didn't know much about the rules regarding vandalism but she did know that nearly blowing up the bathroom was more than enough reason for expulsion.

She [i]couldn't get kicked out[/i], her mother would be devastated, she had to do something. She had to think quicker- it was then that her wrist began to glow in pale purple. It was a pleasing sort of lavender, the glow was spilling through the cracks of each individual bracelet that she'd layered over it. She turned her wrist over to stare at it, the eye stared back at her.

She couldn't help but wonder why it had started to glow [i]now[/i]. That's just what she needed, for the teachers to open the door and for her to be [i]glowing[/i]. God, this was so [i]frustrating[/i]. There wasn't any way to avoid what was coming, so, she tried to accept it. When she looked up to the door, she noticed something very odd. Her reflection was no longer in the glass at her feet. 

Believe it or not but Aliana Agüero was no vampire and this wasn't normal. She shot a confused glance to Lynette and realized that she could see her [i]physically[/i] but she also had no reflection. They were both seemingly trapped in this little bubble where they were no longer visible to the outside world. It should have been scary but instead, she found herself feeling very calm.

[i]Hidden[/i], they were hidden and no teacher was going to see them. She didn't have to worry, whatever this was and if the eye on her wrist was at fault, she was glad that it had happened. She pressed a finger to her lips, signaling Lynette to keep as silent as possible while they waited for the teachers to approach. She just focused on staying invisible, trying to keep her breathing even and relaxed.
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