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We're time skipping? D: Damn best wrap some stuff up quick >.<

EDIT: Hi...^^

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NarayanK said
Made one past post before i sleep. Night night

I'll say night instead of morning ^^ I will post as soon as I can, depends whether I can get internet at college -.-

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Ebil Bunny said
Meh, I've been too lazy to read all the posts I missed last night, so I haven't posted at all today .-.

We tried to keep you in the loop for as long as possible...:(

NarayanK said
Also, I meant to say pom-poms with the exact same color as the needles, but it'll probably easy to find it anyway.

Nice recovery xD But I'm pretty sure pom-poms would still be easy to find :P Needles in a bag of pom-poms however...now that could prove to be more difficult xP

Posted ^^ I'll try and get back on in the morning before college but could be tight :P Night all ^^

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Little Feather

Lion looked at Seven as he floated in front of him, his blue eyes studying the strange creature as he spoke to him. I’m not sure about this one Little Feather... Lion grumbled low in his throat. He flinched back as Seven changed in front of him into a small purple cat with a split tail, Lion lowered his large head and sniffed at Seven questioningly as he lifted his foot to scratch his ear. Much better He grumbled, suddenly aware Seven could probably understand him now. Oh good...I’m talking to a cat. Tell me ‘Seven’ how is it you can become human? Lion took the opportunity to question Seven.

Crash

Crash just continued to grin as she quietly repeated what he had said, though he frowned as she apologized a second time. He looked up at her for a moment, he really needed to work on his perception... “It’s ok...I think I kind of needed it, things were getting a bit out of control” He shrugged, smiling. “Yes it hurt, if you’d of punched me you probably would have dislocated my jaw” He grinned as if he was happy or impressed by this fact. Though he did find himself flinching as she gasped, working as quickly as he could to end her discomfort.

Crash nodded looking up at Kathy as she answered his question, part of him wanted to query how it had gotten worse but he knew now wasn’t the right time to being throwing questions around. He took the chance whilst he was holding her arm up to glance at Zivon making sure he was definitely still breathing. He looked back at Kathy’s hand held between his own, looking up as he threw the suggestion of stitching the wound himself out into the open, he saw her brow raise in disbelief which made a smile slither across his face.

“Stitches? Really? Come on, that seems like a bit much. Where or how in the world did you get good at it?”

“Yes really, I can stitch wounds shut” He repeated, watching a smile tug at her mouth. “I had a friend who believe it or not got into more trouble than I did” He admitted, with a sheepish smile. He was about to reply to her when he felt movement behind him, he stood up carefully releasing Kathy’s hand as he moved over to the cupboard, hearing Kathy begin to explain as he searched for a sterilized needle.

Crash’s expression shifted to one of unease as the VP spoke to them with a cold and calculating voice he had just found a sterilized ‘atraumatic’ needle. He glanced at Kathy as she began to explain to the VP what had happened, he caught her look and instantly jumped in to help out. “Everything got out of hand really quickly. The white haired guy started on another student called Dani from out of the blue, a few of us stepped in to help and it just kind of spiraled from there” Crash explained. “Some of us were a little too...confrontational with the white haired guy and it just made him angrier, Kathy took Dani out of the way. We had hoped it would keep him safe whilst we tried to calm the other guy down...then a huge horned demon ran into the room, aimed straight for the white haired guy. I’m sorry sir, but after that everything got really out of control and I can’t recall the exact details. Somewhere along the line the two of them made a hole in the student center floor and set things on fire, I think the majority of people tried to either get out of the way or help. That’s all we know” Crash finished his explanation, crouching back down next to Kathy.

He glanced up at Zivon as he sat up, though his hands were full by now the needle forceps holding a needle and a pill in his other hand which he placed on the table reaching over and grabbing a plastic cup with water."Hey Ziv, how are you feeling?" He asked Zivon concern apparent in his face as he once again crouched down in front of Kathy holding his hand out patiently towards Kathy, still aware of the VP he wasn't meaning to be rude but he was also aware he had to focus to do this right. He had already clicked the needle into a pair of needle holders and was prepared to accept her challenge to stitch her wound closed. He had lowered himself onto his knees by now to make sure he could stay steady enough; he placed the needle down for a moment reaching for a tube of lidocaine, glancing back at Criston and the VP.

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NarayanK said
EDIT: I can't find it. This OOC's like a freaking bag of needles with a few pom-poms in it. ;_;

Would be easy to find the poms-poms...

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Theobromine said
I say we turn Totem into the NPC mascot of the Midnight Snacking Club. xP

This should happen :P

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Oh no another post.......:O Sorry :P I figured four in between was enough xD On the other hand I'm off out for a bit ^^ Will try and be back on later, but depends whether I can keep my eyes open -.-

As I always say feel free to abandon my characters if you are interacting with them, I understand its a pain to be tied up if there is other stuff happening ^^ Have fun! Will check back in when able to :) (Tomorrow evening at the very latest :P)

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Little Feather

Little Feather looked at the cat do a hand stand keeping her eyes on his face, although she was particulary watching his ears with a certain amount of fascination. Lion pulled a stern look onto his face, looking around at the carnage around them. Little Feather tilted her head to the side as he exclaimed that Little Feather was interesting...she looked at him for a moment, smiling a small smile of her own in reply to his huge grin like smile. She wasn’t quite sure where to look when he sat back down and lifted his leg to scratch behind his ear, she took the opportunity to look around again. She turned back in time to see him yawn and lick his paw...or was it hand? “Just Seven?” She asked, trying to figure out what a Cheshire Clown was...well she could only guess he was Cheshire Clown! Maybe it stands for naked cat person she seemed happier knowing what it stood for. “Happy to meet you Seven the Cheshire Clown” She formally announced, bowing her head slightly. When she noticed another person close by, a young woman who was sat on the floor holding a trumpet. “Hey, need any help?” she asked the other woman, she moved over to her leaving Lion stood with Seven, though she had only taken about two steps sideways. Lion looked at Seven, his tail flicking from side to side, his white coat was dirty and grey from being in the smoky area...Little Feather seem unaffected by the bad air.

Crash

Crash watched Kathy fiddle with the bottle, unfortunately missing Zivon speak, he tilted his head to the side watching as Kathy threw the bottle and swab onto the bed. He actually looked relieved when she barely whispered an answer to him, he moved sideways looking down at her hand as he shoved his own hands back under the tap washing them with the pink fluid on the side reaching down to grab a bowl from the same cupboard before, also pulling out more cotton he filled the bowl with warm water moving it over. He moved everything carefully onto the table at the end of the medical bed, before he crouched down in front of Kathy feeling her eyes linger on his bruised cheek, he reached up and grabbed a damp cotton swab, hesitating for a moment before he begun to clean the blood away from her hand and arm avoiding the wound area, trying to clear it so he could see better. He reached over for the Savlon wound wash afterwards, he fiddled with the cap...How’d these open? Why child-proof of all the damn pains in the ass!

He looked up at Kathy as she murmured an apology. “I’m not quite sure whether I’m glad you slapped me or not you know...” He answered almost immediately, though he actually looked surprised that she had a apologized. A cheeky smile spread across his face. “Usually a slap means one of two things when it comes to women...” It was a little obvious where he was going with this, he didn’t finish what he was saying though just grinned for a moment.“...I’m sorry about your hand” He murmured after a moments silence, finally able to open the wound wash, he got another fresh cotton swab. “Ok here goes” He warned her before using the liquid and swab to clear away the build up of blood around the wound, flushing it through so as to remove anything nasty though it probably stung like a...bee Atchkinson.

“This might need stitching...I wasn’t aware it was quite so big” He stated, wincing himself as he finished cleaning the wound which seemed to be determined to bleed more, he got a clean swab and clasped it to the wound holding her hand steady with his other hand, lifting it so it was above her heart which was a little awkward but he was sure it would help and he was happy it was at least clean, now the blood just needed to clot. “Believe it or not I can stitch wounds” He told her matter of factly, no doubt watching some form of reaction cross her face. “I’m actually pretty good at it as well” He smiled. So much practice... “But you could probably get away with waiting for the Doc, if you would prefer” He shrugged his shoulders keeping his hands steady. He looked as if he was waiting for something...a question to spring forth, an explanation demanded

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It never ceases to amaze me how you can move away from this OOC for a moment and when you come back Boom! Random CS shheets ona spinning...totem? xD

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Crash

Once he had got Zivon down the stairs, Crash felt better though by now he was practically carrying the poor guy as he seemed to be fading in and out of consciousness. Crash’s fingers had returned to normal, though his forehead still glistened with sweat. He moved along the hallway to the infirmary hauling Zivon along with him, he felt Kathy look at him on occasion but he was careful not to look at her at the same time. Once they reached the infirmary Kathy pushed the door open he made his way through the door instantly finding a bed he shuffled round allowing Zivon to sit on it watching as Kathy gripped his other arm and pulled him onto the bed. Crash then stepped aside to allow Oona to get to Zivon, he lifted his hand to his chin wiping at the drying blood from his lip, by now it had trickled down under his throat. Damn bleeder effect... He’d been swallowing small amounts of blood since his lip had been pierced. He looked up as Kathy spoke noticing her eyes were directed at his and Oona’s feet he, looked down at Zivon’s shirt, moving over to a cupboard he opened it riffling through it he reappeared with a swab of cotton wool and a bottle of solution with wound wash on it, he held it out to Kathy sternly. “Stop making it worse and clean it...please” He asked her, knowing she could at least clean the wound on her hand and apply pressure whilst staying by Zivon’s side.

Only once she had taken what he had offered did he move over to a basin turning the tap on he leant down and splashed water on his face, cleaning away the visible blood, getting a tissue he dipped it into the nape of his shirt, grumbling when he realized the blood had soaked into his shirt as well. Once he was clean he stood back, rearranging his shirt when he returned to the others his eyes had brightened up and he seemed less...moody. “I’m all fixed nothing a doctor can do for me am afraid, thanks though” He smiled, a normal Crash smile the one that touched his eyes without permission, though there was a hint of sadness in them. Almost lost my...cool... His was also a feeling of guilt, if he hadn’t exhausted himself carrying Zivon he probably could have shifted into something to heal his face. “...well that was...different” He stated, lifting his hand and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as they waited for the doctor to arrive, his kept wandering to rest on Kathy’s hand though he was trying really hard to stop them. “You know...I could erm sort that for you, if you like. Then the Doc can sort Zivon and Oona out...” Crash finally decided to say. Brilliant way to break the ice...no-one else trusts you with that sort of thing
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