[@Kafka Komedy]

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[h1][center][color=crimson]Lorelai De Windt[/color][/center][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

Lorelai remained slumped upon the floor, paralyzed not by pain as she didn't feel anything from her repeated face first collision with with the stairwell, but from the sheer weight of stares upon her. Far easier then to keep her head down as she pondered simply sinking into the ground and being trampled by her peers. That seemed preferable to her spinning head, but others seemed to disagree as a voice prompted her to look up and see a hand offered. Looking and acting every bit the owl, she accepted the proferred palm without even considering it and stammered out, [color=crimson]"Who- Umm, I mean thank you."[/color]

She sprung to her feet with alacrity and shuffled against the wall, clearing up the considerable sprawl to let their classmates mill downstairs and make to flee the halls of academia to enjoy a non-productive Golden Week. Suddenly it struck her that getting away from the school and any familiar faces might be a good idea, after all, and set aside her lofty desires for menial labor for another time. 

[color=crimson]"Sorry, I'm fine. I take falls like that all the time. Builds character, as my daddy used to say...or was that about closing your eyes as you cross the street? Hmm..."[/color] She hummed aloud, genuinely considering the virtues of a leap of faith when it came to crosswalks before realizing the two who had stopped were still there. Her hand snapped back and she curled it into amidst her skirt. [color=crimson]"You didn't have to stop to help, so maybe I can return the favor? There should be some nice cafes in town. My treat!"[/color]