Tuesday Morning: 3rd Floor Corridor [2-27-07]

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At some point Lana managed to get herself conscious enough to know that if she didn't find a way to get help, she'd probably die in her room. She managed to crawl to the door, then couldn't lift herself up enough to reach the doorknob. She scrabbled weakly at the door, trying to call for help, but knowing she wasn't making enough noise to be heard.

She lay there, gathering the last remnants of her strength, then reached up and grabbed the doorknob, pulling herself up enough to manage to open the door and fall out into the hallway. She crawled a few feet, then collapsed into unconsciousness once more.


[OOC: For Neil, though anyone's welcome to see her.]

Fourth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

[likethegun]

When Dawn had explained to Sam why they were kitten-sitting Hunter over the break, he hadn't let himself get jealous right away. After all, it was much healthier to wait until he was by himself to get bitter and cranky.

He was still feeling kind of annoyed in the morning, but he was making up for it by sprawling out on one of the couches and teasing Hunter with a laser pointer. Scout was sitting by his side, looking far more interested in his new chew toy than the kitten-y entertainment.

[Open!]

Third Floor Hallway, Tuesday Afternoon

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The hallway seemed to be somewhat quiet and peaceful, probably due to it being break and all. Suddenly, just like what happened last night, a humming noise could be heard and a blinding white light shone in the hallway.

The light disappeared and Tori was left on the floor, in a crumpled heap. She was wearing the clothes she had been in yesterday. Her hair was matted with blood and if someone was close enough, they could see she had bruises and cuts, on her arms and a few on her face, that would need to be looked at.

Her clothes seemed to be intact for the most part, except for her shirt being torn slightly at the shoulder and stomach. Her jeans had been ripped at the knees.

Tori lay in the hallway, alive but unconscious.

[OOC: Mainly for connernotconnor. But open, if others want to see her in the hall.]

The Roof, Tuesday Afternoon

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For a relaxing week off of school, this was turning into an insanely stressful time.

Teddy sat on the ledge, looking out over the campus. Why he came up here after the fight with Cassie a few days ago, he hadn't the faintest idea. It just seemed like a place where he could get some emoingthinking done.

Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday Late Afternoon

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With some help from Setsuna, Ami had made it to her room to change and to get a glass of water. Or two. She then decided to be true to her promise to Dr. Troy and t take it easy in the common room. So there she was, under a blanket on the couch, watching bad soap operas on the TV. She had called Billy as soon as she had gotten to her room, and now was waiting for his call.

[open as common rooms are. Ami looks kinda beat up]

The grounds, Tuesday afternoon

[sneerkite]

Without classes to attend, Steerpike found himself to be at loose ends. While he was normally more than happy to spend his time alone and studying so as to better understand this place he'd ended up, he found himself growing restless, and as such, decided it was time to go for a walk.

It astounded him that they had an entire week with no obligations. Such a thing would never, ever occur in Gormenghast, where every day was filled with meaningless, yet obligatory tasks to be fulfilled by every person in the castle. Idle free time was only for the Earl and his family, and even they had daily rituals to complete.

These little brats had no idea how good they had it.

More and more, Steerpike felt that he did not belong here, not as a student. He should be more, by all rights. Not randomly turned into ugly rodents or sent to detention by those that claimed to be gods. If an idiot like that Jamie fellow could manage to usurp the throne of principal for a single day, then surely Steerpike should be able to seize control of the town.

He only had to work out how.

[ooc: if you want to poke the megalomaniac while he's plotting, feel free to do so]

The gym, Tuesday night

[can_be_more]

Aeryn would love spring break if she had something to distract her from personal stuff. As it is, she doesn't, so she heads down to the gym to work some of it off.

She drops her water bottle off on the mat, and pulls the gloves on before she starts hitting the punching bag. On one hand, the big thing that she's been dealing with for four months is more or less over with, and all that's left now is adjusting to it. It's nothing she won't get over, it just takes some time to get used to the way things are now.

And on the other hand, there's still another mess she's still dealing with with John, so she figures it's better to work off some of the frustrated, confused stuff so she can focus on things like that. By wailing on a defenseless punching bag.

[Open like an open thing.]

The roof, Tuesday night

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia? She's on the roof. And, yeah, she's got her guitar with her.

( cut for lyrics )

She wasn't sure what kind of mood she was in. But she was pretty sure she didn't want to end up in another argument.

[ooc: as open as a roof can be]