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Post by Emyr Sayer on Jun 30, 2015 1:19:24 GMT -5
The teachers completely ignored him, and Emyr quickly discovered that it was the best possible ending to his comment- given that a teacher was murdered for saying much the same thing, moments later. This was quite literally insane, and he needed to get out of here as fast as possible. One of the teachers- the librarian- was standing up to the bastards, and Emyr would have to trust that he could take care of himself. His non-existent magical ability would not be of any use to anyone.
As soon as Annabel fainted, Emyr was pushed into action, leaping over the table to get to her as soon as possible. With a hint of pride, he'd managed to stop her from hitting her head on the ground with a hastily formed cushioning charm. There were other students around, but too many people were moving at the behest of the librarian to really tell if the couple of people he'd spoken to were alright. Samuel was long gone, and Delia had vanished. James hadn't even been in the hall, which was a plus.
Emyr scooped up Annabel, and took a look at the shellshocked students nearby. No way was he going to get them to go huddle in the common rooms, inside the school that was being run by a murderer. No, outside was where it was safe, and he would take whoever wanted to come. "All of you, follow me. Grab anyone who doesn't want to be inside the school right now, but don't wander off. I have a safe place. Come on, move."
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Mary Fulton
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Post by Mary Fulton on Jun 30, 2015 2:45:09 GMT -5
Horrified, Mary stared at the dead professor, unable to move or scream or even breathe. The sensory overload was too much. Annabel fainted beside her, and Mary barely noticed. As she turned her head to look at her blonde friend, she felt as though she were moving in slow motion. Fortunately, an unfamiliar boy came to Annabel's rescue, and then offered a safe place for them to go - outside of the school.
Mary couldn't process any of this. Fortunately, she didn't have to. Someone was grabbing her arm, and initially she tried to pull away, but then she realized it was Vinayak. "Come on," he murmured, tugging her onto her feet. "Come on. We'll stick together and go with Annabel and ... this guy. Hold on to me; we can't get separated."
He'd known what he needed to do. Theo and Serafina had left him on his own, and his first thought had been of Mary. They were fairly close, and she was terribly timid. It hadn't been surprising for him to find her practically paralyzed in the midst of all the fleeing students. "Come on!" he urged, pulling her closer so that he could get an arm around her waist. With her arm across his shoulders, she was able to stand, but Vinayak knew he was essentially the only thing holding her up.
He turned to Emyr. "Lead on," he said simply.
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Post by Annabel-Lee Atkinson on Jun 30, 2015 3:09:10 GMT -5
He wanted to know what the fuck happen, which was normally the case with people that were killed by that curse. They didn't understand how death could come so quick and so painless. They didn't understand... And she was trying to explain as best she can but her own mind was in such a tatter state. He kept asking what happen and she kept trying to explain and this was like he worst nightmare come true, a soul trapped here and she couldn't set him free because she was so looked up in her own head, her own mind just trying to sort though everything that happened and it wasn't until things went back to normal... or well as normal as they can be with her that she opened her eyes, looking up to see Emyr carrying her somewhere.
"He's trapped... he doesn't understand what happen and I couldn't help him." She said tearing up some, realizing that this was sadness and it was her own sadness. Twice in these few weeks she had felt sad all on her own accord, how odd. Was this the effect Emyr was having on her? Making her feel her own feelings for the first time? Emyr wasn't sad he was angry, very angry. And Mary was with him, she was just as scared and confused and Vinayak was too. Everyone just was sad or confused or angry.
"What... where are we going?" She asked looking up before adding. "It's okay I'm fine, you can put me down Emyr."
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Post by Emyr Sayer on Jul 1, 2015 0:21:02 GMT -5
A couple of unfamiliar faces followed along, boosting Emyr in his decision to do what he had done. They were quickly out of the door, and out of the front of the school. Some strange guy had deferred to his wisdom is getting the four of them out of there. Neither of the girls were particularly responsive, but at least this guy's friend wasn't falling over. What was the fastest way to get to his spot, he wondered, trying to see how well-plotted his internal map of the area was. It had some gaping holes, but the straight-line method seemed to be the best approach.
Annabel started mumbling in his arms, and he tried to listen to what it was that she was trying to say. It was something about the dead guy, that she had obviously picked up on with her medium stuff. He didn't understand it, and he quite possibly wouldn't ever quite get it. Empaths were easier to understand than mediums. "No, no I can't. You're not fast enough, 'bel. We're getting to safety. Relative safety, anyway."
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Post by Viola Tilly on Jul 1, 2015 10:43:09 GMT -5
The first sight, when she forced her eyes open, was of Annabel-Lee. Viola knew her well compared to the others. Poetry was just one thing that brought them together, but being in the same dorm helped as well. Annabel-Lee was sensitive in a manner most didn't respect, and that sensitivity literally knocked her on her ass. She hurried over to her, but wasn't as quick as the boy, Emyr. She still managed to make her way over there, just in time for the group to merge outside. Surprised at the quickness of her own mind and the series of events, she stood still and just listened to the boy as he ordered.
Outside made sense, outside sounded safe. Viola almosted wanted to cry, but those tears for the others would be shed at later time, a time when the rest, as well as herself, were safe. That emotion was then covered with a sense of anxiety laced with fear.
With instinct, which was heavy influenced by the leader, Viola followed. She felt guilty, to say the least, about being worried about herself. There were other people here, some in far more danger than she. She shouldn't be concerned about herself, she couldn't be concerned about herself.
Cottonmouth, that's how she's heard it been described as before. Completely dry, practically impossible to speak or open your mouth. Maybe that wasn't quite right, but it felt fitting. She had taken the rear, allowing for the others be, obviously, be ahead of her and closer to safety. Finally, even without the proper moisture, Viola
inquired “is everyone okay?” There was a pause before she added in a stutter, “physically, is everyone physically okay?”
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Mary Fulton
Aqua Student - Year 6
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Post by Mary Fulton on Jul 2, 2015 6:48:52 GMT -5
"Viola!" Mary exclaimed, catching sight of the other girl. Viola was another 6th-year Aqua student, and Mary thought her kind and pleasant. "Vinayak, wait! Viola!" He turned back, looking frantic and impatient, then caught Viola's eye and nodded his acknowledgement. Viola was currently doing a perfectly good job standing on her own two feet; clearly she wasn't quite as timid and easily upset as Mary was.
"We won't leave you!" he called out, trying to stay close enough behind Emyr not to lose him. The dining hall was chaotic and, frankly, terrifying, but they needed to get out of there and he needed to be solid and strong for Mary. She almost seemed to be going into some kind of catatonia.
Vinayak continued to check that Viola was with them as he followed Emyr outside and toward the forest. He was silent, trying his best to conserve his energy so that he could continue supporting Mary. He didn't speak again until he heard Viola's question. "Uninjured, yes. I think. But Annabel and Mary seem to be in some sort of shock. How about you? You seem to be moving on your own all right?"
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Post by Annabel-Lee Atkinson on Jul 2, 2015 14:59:11 GMT -5
Annabel looked up at Emyr who told her that he couldn't put her down and he was right. She felt weak and shaky, totally drained of any energy that would have not been able to keep up. So she snuggled up in Emyr arms and closed her eyes tight of a second. She could still see the green light, followed by a voice asking what happen over and over again and she winced some and opened her eyes again. Death... you know for a girl who spent her whole life with death following her it was still very unsettling at times. So quick and final, one second you are there and the next you are gone.
"Emyr what's going to happen now?" She asked with her voice shaking some. She was scared and she didn't want to go back to the school where everyone was freaking out. This little group had enough worried and scared feelings between them to get her hyperventilating again. "We can't go back they aren't going make us back... Because I can't go back there."
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Post by Viola Tilly on Jul 3, 2015 23:27:28 GMT -5
A strange sense of comfort washed over her due to the odd sensation of protection. It seemed like such a rare and beautiful thing. She had wanted to say thank you, but no words wanted to be delivered.
Viola was shaken. God, was she completely and totally trapped in a stage of consternation. Who wasn’t? Damn near everyone was distressed, the others were beyond furious. It was life or death, the whole world seemed upside down. But that’s what happens when those intended to protect are the ones who are inflicting the suffering.
Perhaps it was adrenaline, but her feet kept going, she kept going. Viola followed the decently sized group descended to security of getting as far away from the anarchy. Viola nodded slowly, ashamed almost at her lack of fear. It was an attribute, as some would consider, to be able to numb the pain unlike it seemed safe to express negative emotions. “Just... just really unnerved.” She laughed quietly, like a maniac on the radio with the volume turned low. Her laughter flickered into tears, a faint smile still lingering. Viola whispered, a cry mingled with a snicker laced on her voice, “No bruising, at least I don’t notice anything yet.”
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Post by Emyr Sayer on Jul 6, 2015 22:56:37 GMT -5
"Somehow I didn't just get attacked by our murderous headmaster, but yeah. Physically fine." The others had been adamant about letting this particular girl catch up, so he'd slowed down a few steps. His arms were full of Annabel, so he couldn't exactly help, but he could hardly stop them from trying to help their friend. He didn't speak otherwise, clearly he was the outsider in this particular group, even though it had been him who had haphazardly created it. That seemed to be somewhat incidental, these people where following Annabel to safety, not him. He made the decision to puzzle over that later as they kept going, getting out of that horror show.
"Try not to think about what's going to happen next. We'll work it out, you just focus on keeping yourself together, okay?" Annabel had a million and one things to worry about, the bigger picture could be left to the rest of them, who only have to think with their own minds. This Viola was doing better than the other two girls in some aspects, but she also seemed to be having something of a minor mental breakdown. As long as she could keep walking, she'd be fine for now. They were already coming in under the haven of leaves, and getting close to the point where he would feel safe enough to stop. "It will be okay, Annabel. Promise."
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Post by Vinayak Dar on Jul 7, 2015 15:33:11 GMT -5
Well, this was just getting more and more difficult. Vinayak nodded in response to Viola's assurances, tossed back a perfunctory "Good," then tugged harder at the girl who was obviously retreating inside herself and becoming dead weight. "Mary!" he snapped, and then felt hideous guilt in the pit of his stomach when she started to cry. She was sensitive like that, and he knew it, and yet he'd gotten frustrated with her, which must have been how he was dealing with the stress. It was unlike him to snap at people. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath, stopping for a moment to grab her by the arms and make her listen to him.
"Look, I'm sorry. Please don't cry. Just ... we have to keep going. All right? ... Mary? ... All right, fine, no more walking for you." Good thing she was small, because Vinayak didn't fully trust himself to be able to just scoop people up and carry them the way the other guy did. As he gathered Mary up and continued onward, he finally realized who this other guy was. It was Emyr, the new kid in his house. Same year ... they were supposed to be roommates, but Emyr didn't seem to want to sleep in the dorm.
Not that Vinayak minded having space to make out with Theo, but still ... would have been cool to have his roommate be an actual roommate.
Didn't matter much, anyway. Vinayak was an Indian immigrant who frequently made out with another guy. Not too many people actually wanted to be his friend.
All right, they were getting to the trees. They had to be close to their destination now.
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Post by Viola Tilly on Jul 8, 2015 12:26:32 GMT -5
With each step she took along with the group, Viola’s legs began to shake. It was enough for her to notice, not enough to keep her from continuing to travel onward. She didn’t even know where they were going, she wasn’t sure if anyone knew exactly where they were going. Away, it sounded nice and it sounded familiar, just like tomorrow. So full of promise.
“It could’ve been worse,” she agree under her breath, so thankful none of the members were hurt like some of the less fortunate students. That’s one of the main reasons she hadn’t asked out loud where exactly they were going, how much longer until they were to get there, and if it was truly safe.
She wanted to help the two girls, more or less help the guys trying to help the girls. Vinayak and Emyr literally had their hands full and, like everyone else, was concerned about getting to safety. Viola respected their heroic actions, wanted to even take part in it, but she wasn’t strong enough for even herself. She quickened her pace, ignoring the tremble in her knees.
Emotions. Viola tried to remain calm, knowing it’d be best for Annabel to get positive vibes in such a negative atmosphere. Calm. Calm. Calm. It was hard to be calm. As the tears rushed down Mary’s face, Viola almost lost control herself, but she knew she couldn’t. She shouldn’t.
Trees, they looked beautiful. They were right there, but seemed so far away.
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