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GRAVEYARD...... 2!
graveyardstudents in time out: 16
It's a little hard to wake up when the melody that drifts into your ears is so comforting that it'd be so much simpler to stay asleep. Maybe everything that you remember last - the cold seeping into your fingertips, the pain of injury, or the darkness creeping into your vision - will just be parts of a bad dream.
But it's not.
When you wake up, it's probably a little disorienting - you have to push off a blanket and rise from this nice comfortable mat on the floor. Seems like you were all curled up for nap time. Literally. The room that you're in has furniture meant for small humans, children as some might call them, and everything is soft and plush to the touch with rounded corners. Blocks with the alphabet etched onto them, coloring books and crayons, and even a rocking horse dot the room to really give it that childish charm. If you can think of a child-safe toy, it's probably in one of the baskets that line the shelves of the room!
Around the room they'll find baby monitors that broadcast the antics of the living. Hopefully that doesn't feel creepy.
There is a yard outside through the glass doors, but it currently seems to be locked - and the glass won't break no matter how hard you try. There's a large pink door that feels enormous, ten times as tall as you, on one side of the room, but there's no way through that either. At the very top, you might see a directory sign that says: TO ADMINISTRATION BUILDING.
Huh.
Well... for now, get comfortable. It looks like you might be here a while.
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Honestly she's just thinking that she's concerned?? ]
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...Otome...
[ 'Sorry.' Sorry for what? Just sorry. ]
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It's fine. ]
It's all right, I'm just going to change your bandages. What should I call you?
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[ That's not exactly what she asked but that's what he repeated. Said with a tinge of resentment, and a hint of an inner thought of hatred and almost petty stubbornness. He eases on the furrowed brow after that, though. ]
It's... Aikawa.
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[ time to start unwinding bandages as she talks. ]
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[ Mumbled but he doesn't elabourate. Then again, there are baby monitors so she can get some idea. He stays still as she unwinds the bandages, he's got two nasty gashes in one arm, a broken shoulder and broken forearm, and a healing split on the back of his head from where he hit it. They're doing okay for being one-day old injuries at least!! ]
...Are you okay?
[ 'Cause he didn't actually get to greet/welcome the newly dead due to yesterday's shenanigans. ]
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Otome is quiet as she works on tending to what she can and she's also got ointment she can dab on the gashes if they need the help. But-- ]
Physically, I think you have the worst of it between us right now. As for the rest, I think I'm just trying to adjust.
[ Sweet of him to ask, though. ]
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You had to, do the thing. The killing. You're free now?
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... I don't know if that means the world will be letting up on the others if it's focusing its efforts on the Dorm Heads, but since I'm dead, I don't know about what's going on there.
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Did you get... updates, or something? Who gave you these instructions? When you were alive?
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[ 'Who was the crystal ball message from though...' ]