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The class prez was not gathering everyone into some sort of meeting.

He was on the verge of spacing out, staring at some spot between the burning bus and the tree line. His sleeve was stained red from swiping at his nose, and the short locks of his hair were plastered to his forehead and neck by sweat. It was the first time he'd seen a dead body so close before, besides his grandmother's wake when he was just a kid. It was an entirely different situation now, plus they were... in danger, probably. Masato was relieved that the bus hadn't actually exploded, despite the palpable disappointment on Kanamori's face, but would they get lucky enough to avoid danger twice? They were in a freaking Portal. Somehow the bus had gone right through and delivered them here with no obvious way back.

It was a surprise that most of the students were so calm about the whole thing. Maybe they were still in shock, or maybe they were just doing their best to hide it. Maybe for some there was a measure of excitement too - who hadn't wondered what the inside of a Portal was like, after all? 

He came back to himself again when Nakagawa asked him a question. Before he could answer, Kondo cut in, and while her words were irritating they were technically true. They were all students at the same school, on the way to said school when the accident happened, but this was as far from school as they could be.

[color=B1E4FC]"She's right,"[/color] he sighed loudly. [color=B1E4FC]"Not that many of you ever listened to me in school anyway."[/color]

Still, it would be best to stay together. If this ragtag group of middleschoolers needed a leader... well, he'd be lying if he said he [i]wanted[/i] to do it, but he'd accept the responsibility if it came to him. 

[color=B1E4FC]"Those safety PSAs... Eh, hold on."[/color] He pressed a thumb to his nostril when he felt his nose [i]still[/i] bleeding and snorted out the other side. A clot shot out onto the ground earning a disgusted noise from his fellow student councilman. [color=B1E4FC]"I guess we're supposed to stay put and call the authorities."[/color] He reached into his pocket and found nothing. He patted his uniform and jacket down and realized everything had been in his bag, which was on the bus, which was on fire. [color=B1E4FC]"Damn it... Kondo, your phone?"[/color]

"I can hardly see, I only grabbed what was in front of me." That being a notebook she held up, proof of her hard work in order to beat Maeda. Well, whatever. Masato glanced up at the basketball club's captain.

[color=B1E4FC]"Nakagawa?"[/color]

"Nope."

[color=B1E4FC]"Fuckin'..."[/color] Masato grumbled. He cupped a hand around his mouth, about to shout for a phone, when one appeared in his peripheral vision. Without a word Ichibangase, tried a few calls and then shook his head, showing the phone screen to Masato, Kondo, and Nakagawa: NO SIGNAL.

[i]Yeah, that figures.[/i] With a quiet word of thanks to Ichibangase, Masato moved on. [color=B1E4FC]"Then let's do a head count, see what supplies we got, stick together and stick it out until the army picks us up."[/color]

What else were they supposed to do anyway? Thankfully everyone was still all in one place, and Okumura was already tending to the wounded (which Masato had refused when she first called him over). He was pretty sure everyone had made it out, but he hadn't actually done a roll call or anything and he couldn't make Kondo do it with her impaired sight. He started a mental count when he noted a student breaking away from the group and headed into the trees.

[color=B1E4FC]"What the hell is she doing?"[/color] He had said it to himself, but his words drew the gaze of the people around him towards the girl. [color=B1E4FC]"Inaba! What the hell are you doing?"[/color]