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"There is forty percent chance that a terrorist attack would occur during this trip.."

Chris was awake, she had been awake since five, yet she was still wrapped tightly within the hotel's given comforter. Her hands were wrapped tightly around a small, blue-covered notebook, and her brown eyes scanned their tattered and inked pages with haste. The pages themselves were covered with an assortment of information, percentages, lessons, anything that could be squished in between the blue lines was presented with messy completion within this book. And Chris was scanning this fountain of wisdom as if it were her only priority.

"A fifty percent chance of a random shooting, fifty-five of witnessing a robbery. Below forty of witnessing a murder." She opened her mouth slowly, letting out a hallow laugh, "now, what's the percent chance of seeing a corpse come back to life?" Bang, bang. Scream. Chris jumped back as something crashed against her suite door, squeaking with fear as the knob began to shake and jingle as if someone was attempting to get in, but the door itself didn't budge anymore. The shaking faded, more screams. A man, and man was being killed now. The yelling faded too eventually, and then it was quiet again. Chris slowly stood up, allowing the blankets to pile around her ankles as she snapped the notebook shut and turned to her duffle bag which had been placed just beside her elegant-looking nightstand, slipping the book into one of the side compartments. And then door shuddered again. Someone trying to get in again? Chris stared at it with growing concern, straining her ears as she hoped to hear if someone was trying to break in again, but could only pinpoint harsh breathing. The breathing continued, but the door knob didn't jiggle, perhaps they were dying? Chris let out a shuddered breath and closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on hearing, but quickly fell back as the screams began. Loud and high. A female. There was also the sound of ripping, tearing... Squishing? Chris lifted her hands up to her ears and backed up until her back hit the (in Chris' opinion) tacky wall-papered wall, eyes connected with the base of the door. Something was slipping under the crack, a hand? A shadow? No, it was red, and reeked of metal.

Blood.

The screaming was cut short. The woman was dead, and now a pool of blood was seeping into Chris' room, staining the blue carpet, slowly approaching, slowly, but it could barely pass the bathroom door. Chris whimpered, sliding down until her head hit her knees, and she shook. Afraid, this emotion was fear, she knew that. She had barely experienced fear in her lifetime, but now it was all to familiar of an emotion. The sweat-breaking, breath-stopping feeling that made Chris shake like a child had claimed her mind.

---

The morning had started off well enough, Chris remembered waking up just as the sun was rising, covered with the comfort and warmth of the hotel's blankets. There was no strange noises or smells, just a weird hum from outside her window that she had trouble recognizing, but i was quickly forgotten when she got up and showered, preparing for this day's activities. The field trip, while her family was against letting her go because of her lack of friends, had been enjoyable for the most part. She went to the museum with her school (but spent most of it writing in her notebook), ate lunch alone but in peace in the park, and enjoyed herself while reading and playing around in her nice hotel room. Today held great new adventures to be had, that was for sure, and there was a slightly hope of possibly gaining at least one friend. That was, until she heard the screaming. Chris dried herself and changed quickly and glanced out into the hall, and then it all started. She discovered a body by her door, one of the hotel staff, a man. He was holding onto a mop tightly, which was also splattered with blood, and his eyes were wide and staring but Chris knew that he couldn't see. Still, she opened the door a little more, and shook the body, quickly becoming more frantic as she realized that the hall around her was similarly red to the staff at her foot,

"Wake up, wake up! What's happened? Chris vaguely remembered saying this, but that memory had been tarnished quickly once the body started moving again. At first, she had felt relieved, glad that the man was alive, but then she realized that he still wasn't looking at her. And that half of his neck was missing. He was dead, dead as any dead man could be, yet he was moving. Impossible. Impossible. He reached for her, mouth opening, eyes gleaming red, and Chris pulled back and stumbled. The man was still reaching out, but his head was teetering precariously on it's half-neck. Chris was probably crying, but she couldn't exactly remember, instead her memory all focused in on her sudden brutality; she had slammed the door on the man's head countless times until he finally fell back and ceased moving. Then, covered in specks of blood and tears and sweat, she clambered back into bed and began research, hoping to calm down her beating heart. It had taken six hours.

---

But now, it was beating hard again. Chris knew she was going to die her, it was a fact. She would be gutted or torn apart by whatever killed that man, it was a fact. A fact. Fact... Or... was it? Chris slowly rose her head, staring hard at the room around her. There was a mini fridge, a bathroom, a bed, a dresser, TV, night stand, and behind her head, a window. Jumping would be suicide, since she was on the fifth floor, but there were plenty of objects around her to begin crafting a weapon of sorts. With sudden inspiration the small girl stood and smiled a cold, unusual smile,

"Facts aren't facts until proven, isn't that true?" She said to herself, reaching out to grab her duffle bag. She could fight back, she could try and get to the lobby, and she could escape. Those could also be facts, Chris only had to prove them. Her hands moved on their own, going from shuffling through the bag to the mini fridge, where she began breaking many of the larger glass bottles against the wall. Alcohol stained the wallpaper and carpet and her hands, but Chris was too focused to care. After choosing the largest, best broken bottle, she then turned to the window. The billowing drapes were held on by a golden bare, which seemed to be attached to the wall with small, plastic anchors. They were easily to dig out with only a pencil or her finger nails, and the brackets at the ends of the curtain rod clattered to the ground as soon as they were free. She quickly pulled the bar out of the brackets and examined it's length and weight, then turned back to the large, broken bottle she had placed on the bed. Chris quickly fitted the bottle and rod together, then with a combination of shredded hotel sheets she had tore with scissors and some clear tape that had been found at the bottom of her bag she tied the two items together until they were secure. It was a makeshift spear, and while it seemed rather flimsy it would at least be good at keeping attackers far away.

"I'm not gonna die," Chris began talking to herself again as she slipped her duffle bag over her shoulder and clenched onto her weapon tightly, "I'm not gonna die, and that's a fact!" And with those final words of courage she broke into a run, splashing into the pool of blood without a second thought, and easily opened the door.

The man in front of her door was still there, but it seemed to be fully dead now, and now next to it was another corpse. A woman. She was already moving again, eyes blank and gleaming red, and as soon as the door open her body fell back and landed at Chris' feet, who gasped and rose her weapon. The corpse seemed rather confused, unable to stand properly, and Chris quickly noticed that the woman's stomach had been torn open, but as soon as she did the woman turned over quickly and began crawling, jaws chomping. It showed no evidence of feeling pain from the wound, oddly enough. Chris quickly stumbled back away from the attack and allowed her weapon to drop down into the woman's back, wincing as she felt the sharp edged of the bottle dig deeply into the ashen flesh. She then quickly retracted the weapon and glanced down at the body, expecting it to be un-moving once more, but no, it was still chomping and crawling. The wound in it's back had done nothing to slow it's blood thirst.

'Interesting'

Her mind whispered, but Chris quickly ignored the thought and instead jumped forward, landing just behind the crawler. Not waiting to see if the zombie had turned she broke out into a run, exiting her room and entering the darkened hall. The smell was overbearing, and her eyes had yet to grow accustomed to the darkness, so she ran blindly to where the stairs and elevator had been located, crying out as a voice suddenly appeared over head.

*Gasp* Please, everyone stay calm. There has been a breach of secure- *Gasp* security. Everyone...remain cal-

"Dammit!" Chris whispered, glancing around blindly. There were bodies everywhere, most still dead, but some slowly began standing. If the fifth floor was this bad already, the lower floors would be even worse. She continued running, ignoring the groans and screams behind her, until she saw a somewhat-familiar back standing over a newly re-killed, headless zombie. He was twirling a baseball bat, and seemed to be deep in thought,. His name failed her for the time being, and she wasn't entirely sure if this kid was alive or dead in the half-light, but did it matter right now? Would she survive with other people better than by herself? ... Actually, in the wild, packs were more likely to survive than lone wolves.

"Hey!" Chris cried out, standing at least five feet away from Devon, holding her weapon out defensively, "F-Friend or foe?" The groans from behind were getting closer, and Chris tried to still her shaking arms. Hurry and answer...

"Friend or foe!?" She repeated, brown eyes narrowing into slits.

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Chris

Chris is a rather small girl, standing at only 5'2 feet and weighing just over 120 pounds, as she eats like a bird. Her thin body type gives her the skill of squeezing into small places and running quickly, but that's about it. She lacks stamina and strength, but she makes up for it with brain power. Somewhat of a plain-looker, Chris is rather pale, with brown-hair that seems to be self-cut and large, cold brown eyes that are set behind round glasses. She was often bullied about looking like a boy, and since then has tried to appear more feminine by letting her hair grow out, but she always seems to cut it once it gets passed her shoulders. Is always seen wearing a plain gray hoodie.

Name:
Christina Green

Nickname(s):
Chris, Christie (Though she hates this nickname)

Gender:
Female

Age:
Sixteen

Nationality:
American

Personality:
Cold and quiet, Chris was never known as a people's person. The fact that she was bullied up until eighth grade was probably the reason for her introverted ways, but those facts don't really matter now, do they? As true to her appearance, Chris is a rather smart individual, and would normally be found with her nose in a book or writing something down in her small notepad. Plans are easily made within her mind, and she is quite knowledgeable on the world around her and the past. She is perceptive, and seems to always know when someone is looking at her, or if something is off in a familiar place to her. Stubborn, she has trouble backing down from fights and will always stand up for others, though she has trouble doing the same for herself. Rather analtyical, Chris feels more comfortable when everything is displayed in words and numbers, and because of this she has a very robotic-way of talking, though she doesn't normally talk.

Most often disclose her quietness as just giving everyone the cold shoulder, but in reality, Chris is ridiculously shy and afraid of getting involved with other people. These trust issues, again, seem to stem from the bullying and perhaps even her family. Underneath her cold surface, Chris is actually rather yearning to have a few true friends, and if one were to talk to her like a normal human being they may discover a very sweet, open minded girl, who wishes for nothing but to live a normal life. However, because of her analytical and gained sly nature, it always seems that she is giving you the cold shoulder or is just examining you for an experiment, or even using you for her own gain (which is normally not the case).

Biography:
Born into a very strict family, Chris was, from a young age, forced into learning. Her parents read her chapter books at the age of five, introduced her to many professions that would take over four years in college to obtain, and kept her mind working with puzzles and brain games. At first, it wasn't so bad, since most of the books were fun to read and learning was rather enjoyable, but once she entered middle school it almost became her only priority. Friends were lost, enemies were made, and through her middle school career Chris began to realize the definition of "bullying". Tripped in the hall, beat up after school, getting gum spat n her hair, they all became normal occurrences, but she was forced to ignore them. To instead focus on her studies so she could become a doctor! Or a scientist! Or whatever else her parents wished.

Luckily, the Green family eventually caught onto the bullying (well, they were at least four years late) and had their daughter transfer schools as she was entering high school, from a private to public. Freshman year was okay. No one stuck gum in her hair or knocked the books from her hand, and Chris had the mindset that, as long as she was quiet she wouldn't be bothered. However, loneliness eventually set in, and Chris was stuck in a rut.

Until the field trip in her sophomore year, of course...

Other:
Is very interested in writing and learning music, and because of this she is actual skilled in a number of instruments including the guitar, violin, viola, cello, and piano. Because of her intense interests in books and knowledge, Chris is extremely smart, and has the ability to come up with plans and disclose information with just the snap of a finger.

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

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Tsukimi is rather short, standing at a mere 5'1 and weighing over 125lbs, since she eats like a bird. Her hair is long, reaching her mid-back, and appears to be ink black in color, while her eye is a bright blue. Her glass eye is apparently incorrect, as it was colored green, but since she doesn't like showing it off so there is no way to confirm this. Rather curvy, Tsukimi hates to think about her weight, but appreciates the roundness it adds to her once hallow face. Her skin is fair and easily tanned. Normally likes to wear dresses and skirts.

Name:
Iki Tsukimi

Age:
Sixteen

Grade:
Second year

Disability:
Anophthalmia and Anxiety
(absence of one or both eyes, in this case, Tsukimi is missing her right eye)

Personality:
Tsukimi is best described as bright yet very troubled. She is generally quiet in a public setting out of fear of people finding her disorder to be hideous. Tries her best to appear normal, often covering her disability with plain eye patches as not to have people see her "mutation" as she calls it. Very studious, if not out and about she is someplace sunny, reading book after book after book with not much care about anything going on around her. When she is painting, Tsukimi gets a very concentrated look in her eye, and will more times then not ignore anyone who tries to talk to her. Open minded and stubborn, Tsukimi isn't afraid to speak up for her rights and the rights if others if she needs too, and will fight back if challenged. Proud, she refuses to cry or complain to anyone but herself, and if someone happens to see her shed a tear she will instantly turn to that person and instruct them to: "Forget that! I don't cry!". But what she does best is smile. Tsukimi, no matter what, will always try to keep smiling, even during one of her emotional scenes, just to make sure that no one feels uncomfortable around her.

However, her normally kind and cheery demeanor can fade instantly, especially if she is seen with out an eye patch or if it is dreary outside. Anxiety attacks are rare but intense, and Tsukimi absolutely hates to have people see her in such a weak state, which means that the attacks will only grow if seen. Rainy days are especially tough for her, and during days like this Tsukimi will refuse to leave her room, not even for classes.

Background:
Surprisingly, Tsukimi was born as a healthy child, with two eyes. Her family was large, consisting of three older siblings who loved her dearly, and a very supportive set of parents, and they didn't expect anything serious to happen to their cheery child. However, during a rainy day on Tsukimi's fifth birthday she suddenly lost vision in her right eye. After being rushed to the doctors and waiting for a long two hours, they explained that Tsukimi had a disorder called Degenerative Anophthalmia, an illness that would slowly take away Tsukimi's eye. Needless to say, they were shocked. They took her home, prepared her with an eye patch and a promise that they'd get her a new eye, but Tsukimi herself didn't even know what was going on.

Until she had her eye removed.

After that Tsukimi was ignored by her peers in school, and the ever looming fear of losing her other eye began to gleam brightly within her family. She gained slight anxiety, and grew to hate rainy days because they reminded her of the first time she lost her eye sight. The entire Iki family expected her to simply continue her life of being ignored in school and babied at home, until they found a solution. Yamaku High. A school for the physically challenged. It was perfect; Tsukmi could finally make friends with problems similar to her's, but Tsukimi wasn't so pleased. Oddly enough, she enjoyed her silent life, but after her parents and brothers and sisters insisting on it, saying it'll help with all her problems, she finally caved.

Other Info:
- Has a glass eye, but it is normally covered by a white medical eye-patch or, if she is feeling a bit fancier, a silken red sash that she wraps around her head.

- A skilled artist, Tsukimi can normally be found painting in the art room.

- During rainy days, Tsukimi will refuse to leave her dorm room, and at times even speak. She constantly looks in the mirror to check on her remaining eye as well.

- Easily tires, especially if she runs for too long.

- Has trouble reading things that are far away.

Ajisai X Rabendaa

Aoi listened to his explanation quietly, keeping direct eye contact at all times. Memory, huh, Lucky. Aoi could only memorize something after looking at it at least five times. Her curiosity only grew after he finished explaining, and she had a sudden need to preform some... For lack of a better term, experiments, on the silver-haired transfer student. Nothing grim, just a few quizzes and the likes. After finishing up their discussion on the exams, Hayato quickly changed the subject, this time centering it around the injury on her forehead. A small smirk appeared and she quickly averted her stare, face flushed with embarrassment.

"I, uh, well," she twiddled her thumbs, eyes locked directly on the wall opposite of Hayato, "I kind of... Head butted a guy cause he was pulling my hair." Aoi felt her grin widen and her face deepen in color. The act had been rather unladylike, and she felt that, as president, her appearance should be that of a cool and just ruler, not as a bully. She had planned to just do it and leave it to rot with the rest of her unflattering actions. A snort quickly interrupted her embarrassment, and she glanced passed Hayato to see the feet of Nanase-sensei, who must have found the story to be rather funny.

"It was one of the Katsu triplets, the one who pierced here..." She used her middle and pointer finger to point out two spots just at the base of her neck, right before the collarbone. Her face revealed her true disgust for the triplets, but her voice was rather hesitant, "they often bother me like that, I was in a bad mood, though." She flashed Hayato an icy glare then turned away again, "I probably did some real damage to him if I ended up like this." Her smirk reappeared, detestable and pleased. Aoi rarely found pleasure in beating up annoyances, but today it just felt wonderful. Another sigh escaped her mouth and she settled back into the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling,

"You're rather friendly, Arashi-san," she noted, reclaiming his eye contact, "I expected another annoying brat like the Katsu triplets, but I suppose my judgement was off." If Tsukimi were here, she might note that Hayato had the personality of lavender, aloof and relaxing, though Aoi could barely understand what exactly her friend meant by flowers having personalities. The pink-haired girl often compared Aoi to hydrangeas, the bushel of pink or blue flowers that were currently in bloom, saying that they were a proud flower, but Aoi would often wave her off and say,

"Flowers cannot think, let alone have a personality, how could one be proud?"

But she silently enjoyed her friend's interests and knowledge of the flower language. Aoi slowly left behind the thoughts of her friend as her brain began to thump painfully again and returned to staring at Hayato. He was nice to look at, she thought once again, and then with a soft sigh and a frown she quietly whispered,

"Sorry for yelling at you earlier." And turned away, closing her eyes once more.

The World of Wasted Dreams

Day 0 - Classroom ?-?

"Don't you dare even consider using any of us just to make sure you can get away. I am not letting anyone else die on my hands, especially because of some coward who only cares for himself. Is that understood, Shiba-san?"

Akane watched Shizune grip Aito's shirt through narrowed eyes, but her voice felt too strained to speak up against it, and instead she lowered her head and scratched at her arms. They had finally stopped beside another classroom door, and their red-eyed leader (well, that's what she seemed to be, at least) suggested that they rest in here for now. Glancing inside, however, they found a room that had been almost the same as the one they had just left. Holing up into an almost identical classroom to the last was, well, unsettling to say the least, but none seemed to have the energy to complain. They entered one by one and began to settle, and Akane gripped Aito's arm and dragged him to a rather secure corner, just where they could see the door but the door, or anything outside the door, wouldn't be able to see them.

"Don't be afraid, Ai-chan." Her voice was tight, worried, and yet scolding, "and listen to Yoshida-san." Akane glanced at the black-haired Shizune, eyes scanning her face, and once again she could only feel emptiness. Something was strange about that girl, but it seemed that she knew what was going on.

Akane could do nothing but trust her judgement.

And with that final thought, she settled down onto the wooden floor and curled up, resting her head against the wall. While fear currently kept her awake, exhaustion quickly caught up to her eyes, and she was asleep within an hour.

---

Day 1 - Classroom ?-?

"Onee-chan! Onii-chan! Save me! It hurts....big brother! Big sister! Save me!"

Akane quickly sat up, eyes wide with an unfathomable need to protect. er breath caught and she slowly rose into a stand, glancing around the room with confusion and worry.

'Those voices, children. Wait. Who's? Beni? No, too many, where am I... Where am I?'

She lowered her head, seeing the familiar shape of Aito, and then began to see the others through the red-tinted darkness. Shizune, Reiko, Shino, Tsubasa, Shiori. Those who had experienced the same fright she had the day before. Akane sighed once she realized that this wasn't home, but flinched once the voices began crying out again. Could... Could Beni be here? No, she went home early, right? Akane slowly lowered again, digging into her skirt pockets furiously until her hand clenched around the shape of a cellphone. She opened it slowly and sighed once the light blared forward, and her eyes traced two messages that had been received many, many hours before.

Before what? The earthquake? The power outage?

The two messages read: "I got home safe and sound, Akane." while the second read "No Service". Beni was most likely (hopefully) home, unless this realm had the ability to cause untrue text messages.

"Onii-chan! Onee-chan! Please...save us! It hurts...it hurts so much! Make it stop! Please, make it stop! Kabetake! Hazama! Make it stop! Save us! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts so bad..he's....he's coming closer....please...On....chan..."

Again, Akane flinched, which caused her to lose grip on the phone as she reached up to cover her ears, trying to get the pain-filled voices out of her head. It tumbled to the ground and landed with a hard crack at her feet, but she was too focused on the door now, where the voices seemed to be pouring out of. Tsubasa was up now too, holding his baseball bat tightly as he approached the door slowly, but instead of throwing it open he turned to Shizune, who seemed to have stayed awake throughout their resting period, and asked a very simple question,

“They’re not real right? I mean, they’ve got to be just monsters. There’s no way,”

"Yeah, yeah." She spoke up as well, wincing slightly, "they're... They're not real, right?"

Ajisai X Rabendaa

The room spun and Aoi let out a low grumble as she realize her feet were no longer attached to the ground, and hat someone who wasn't the nurse was carrying her back into the room. Once she felt the bed on her back, though, Aoi found that she was capable of relaxing just a bit... Until she locked eyes with Hayato. Her cheeks instantly began to burn with rage and her hands tightened into fists, but he didn't seemed to be focused on the anger she felt, instead his eyes traced the bump on her forehead. She turned away slightly when he asked what had happened, narrowing her eyes at the far wall of the office, but she quickly turned back when she felt him shifting right beside her. His head was low, an apologetic bow, and then he said,

"Kiriyama Aoi I apologize for my insolence. Feel free to punish me as you see fit!... Or you know. Just smack me on the cheek. That's fine, too."

A smirk met her lips as he puffed out his left cheek slightly, awaiting a smack, but Nanase quickly took care of that for her. The two conversed a bit, and Aoi let her head sink back into the warm pillow, staring up at the ceiling through tired eyes after viewing the pretty nurse's apologetic smile. Her rage had easily subsided after the silver-haired boy's amusing apology, but now she was left with a feeling of anger against herself. If only she had studied harder, payed more attention. Then, she would be on top, and all her hard work would feel paid off and her mom would be proud and... And. Aoi let out a soft sight, glaring at the panels above, and then Hayato entered her field of vision once more, holding out an unpeeled cold press gingerly.

"Do you mind if I...?"

"I'll do it." Aoi said blankly, slowly sitting up and carefully taking the press from his grasp. She angled the item on her right hand while her left pulled her bangs back, and then with unneeded force she slammed the press onto her forehead, wincing slightly. Almost instantly, most of the pain began to disperse, but her thumping headache remained, and slowly she lowered herself back down to the pillow and let out another sigh, removing her glasses.

Silence then filled the room, and Aoi appreciated it greatly. The cheers of students out in the early summer sun was distant and peaceful, and the shared breathing of the three in the room was gentle and relaxing, it had been awhile since she had felt so... Serene. Sleep was quickly overcoming her, but Aoi withheld the need, and instead opened her eyes and glanced around until she caught sight of Hayato.

"Hey," she began, blue eyes wider without their frames, "you do seem pretty idiotic. How the hell did you do so well on the exams?"

Katawa Shoujo ~ Disability Girls ~ (All Genders Welcome) REBOOT

Hey guys, using a new charrie (:

Tsukimi WIP

Name:
Iki Tsukimi

Age:
Sixteen

Grade:
Second year

Disability:
Anophthalmia
(absence of one or both eyes, in this case, Tsukimi is missing her right eye)

Personality:

Background:

Other Info:

The World of Wasted Dreams

Im gonna post after Rye-Penguin cause I wanna make her feel rushed and bad for not posting

also I have stuff to do and yeah i dont mean it rye-bae

Ajisai X Rabendaa

"Kiriyama-san, you really should get your head checked out." Yuko whispered from Aoi's right. To her left was the remaining student council, all in a row, whispering among themselves of choices and ideas on how to deal with the dilemma that was hair dye and piercings. Aoi glanced at them with dull eyes then returned her stare to the front, rubbing the red-mark on her forehead gently. It stung at even the smallest touch, and a smile of malice pierced her lips at the thought of what that one triplet was feeling, but was quickly wiped away as her head throbbed against the beating. The student council room was was rather quiet, thankfully, despite the constant whispering, and Aoi took a moment to appreciate it's size and fullness, trying to distract herself from the forming headache. The mid-day sunlight gleamed form the massive windows, casting shadows across the long table that stretched out in front of her podium and throwing particles of dust into the air, which shimmered down like snow.

And then the room faded and Aoi was staring at the wood podium she had been leaning on. Her head screamed out in pain, and the throbbing beat at her brain as it normally did after a full night of studying. The whispering quickly quieted and a hand clenched her shoulder tightly, almost too tightly,

"You must be tired from all that studying for the terms." Yuko began, and Aoi felt her face form into a horrified grimace, "plus you just banged your head. "Go. To. The. Nurse. Get some rest." The first-year begged, hauling Aoi up into a standing position with brute force. She gave Yuko a stern glance, then bowed her head lightly, face burning as pride was replaced with a thumping in her head, and with a soft voice she gave Yuko the ability to look over the council before vanishing back into the hall. Empty, most of the students were probably in their after-school clubs and teams. Aoi clung close to the wall, eyes dull behind her thing-framed glasses, and traced the way to the nurse's office from her very location. While she normally didn't travel to the young woman's room, Aoi had made sure that she knew the way, as she did with everything else. Rest stops, hospitals, parks, Aoi had memorized all of their locations, making her a rather gifted direction-giver.

And while thinking of her skill at directions Aoi nearly passed the nurse's room.

"Uhm..." Aoi slowly slid open the door, glancing around the brightly-lit room. The smell of medical chemicals and clean sheets made her falter slightly, but once she caught the eye of the nurse the young Prez pulled open the door fully and staggered into the room. The whiteness and medical smells of a patient's room or doctor's office often made Aoi feel a bit uncomfortable, but it seemed to be rather nice in this particular place. Perhap thew younger nurse had something to do with it.

"Nanase-sensei," Aoi began, eyeing the white sheets that hid the few beds that were normally available, "I'm sorry to bother you but, ah, could I rest for a bit." She muttered quietly, bowing her head politely. The nurse lifted her head slowly from the paper-covered, metal desk, and turned around in her wheeled chair, smiling,

"Luckily, I have one extra bed. Go lie down for now." She said with a light voice, and Aoi nodded again and turned towards the beds, glancing in curiously to see who else could possibly be lying down in here. At the sight of Hayato, though, she turned on her heels and returned to the door, visibly shaking with rage,

"Sorry for bothering you, I am feeling much better." She chattered, clenching the door frame with tight fingers. Nanase glanced at her with worried eyes, but before she could ask what the problem had been Aoi was already falling back from the door, all of her rage fading within the moment she had suddenly become to dizzy to stand. Nanase was up within a second, catching Aoi's arm to halt her descent, and the Prez grimaced in pain and slowly managed straighten herself, ripping her arm from the nurse's grasp out of impulse,

"Sorry." She repeated, turning back to the door slowly, "I'm fine, I'm fine." Sweat dripped from her forehead, and the mark continually throbbed painfully, but Aoi tried her best to ignore it. She was fine, she was fine.