Keep it Together

"Dorm. Yes. Dorm..." The Chem Tech looked out into the hall, trying to form another plan.

"...Can you tell me where it is? Or what's near it?"

She snapped up her phone from where it fell on the ground, thankfully unharmed.

[Text: DsPbDu] You can text if it helps.

Awaiting a reply, she managed to stand up and stretched her legs to prepare for the journey ahead.

“…I-I’m sorry, I didn’t upset you, did I?” The hall monitor shuffled his feet awkwardly. “I-I’ve been trying to work on new ways to greet students I haven’t met, I- I didn’t think that through. I meant no real offense.”

“I am Kiyotaka Ishimaru. SHSL Hall Monitor.”

#mildpartymaru #((Scout doesn't look like a word anymore and they're already ridiculous))

The Scout immediately beamed. "Heh, no, I'm fine, was kinda thrown is all!" They leaned forward at the mention of greetings. "Well, you certainly shut me down! Puts you in control from the start, nice!"

"Ah, yeah, I've heard of ya. Just the person to scout for! Oh, yeah, I'm the SHSL Scout, but you can call me Scout."

"...I'm a scout."

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[Text: ???] I… do not know who I am texting

[Text: ???] I cant read the contact names

[Text: ???] I think someone got me drunk. Please help me find my dorm

[Text: Chem Tech] Ok. I’ll be here

[Text: Chem Tech] Thanks

Ishimaru let out a sigh, leaning his head back against the cold surface of the nearest locker as he stayed seated on the ground, waiting. He spent the time trying to figure out how he’d gotten intoxicated, but he honestly didn’t know and it sucked since he wanted to give someone detention for this shit. God damn it.

The Chem Tech fiddled with her phone as she rushed around the vacant school, partially to make notes, but mostly because WOW she hadn’t ran in years and needed something to distract her from her jelly legs.

As she turned a corner into a new hallway, she didn’t notice the student, stretched out and propped against the wall of lockers, at the end of the hall.

[Text: Ft] Listen.

[Typing…] Have you been serving mo

Her jelly legs gave out as she literally stumbled upon her target. Realizing that her legs needed rest, she sat up and managed to sputter out, “Found you. Good stuff.”

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[Text: ???] I… do not know who I am texting

[Text: ???] I cant read the contact names

[Text: ???] I think someone got me drunk. Please help me find my dorm

[Text: Chem Tech] I think I am in the west… east??? I dont know

[Text: Chem Tech] There are lockers. Balance too compra. Compro. Bad

[Text: Chem Tech] Balance too bad to stand alone

[Text: DsLuPb] Okay. Drawn a route that hits all lockers. Will find you within 20 min.

[Text: DsLuPb] Keep still and stay safe. I will find you.

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[Text: ???] I… do not know who I am texting

[Text: ???] I cant read the contact names

[Text: ???] I think someone got me drunk. Please help me find my dorm

[Text: DS] This is Chem Tech. I can help.

[Text: DS] Alcohol is a derivative of a hydrocarbon that contains the hydroxyl functional group ‘OH.’

[Text: DS] Confirming my identity. Do you know your current location?

Ishimaru blinked out of his stupor, looking up at the student approaching him as he carefully released his head from his grasp. He stared at her in silence for a moment before he nodded, patting the floor gently to indicate he wouldn’t mind the company. Then he rested his bandaged hand on his knee, staring at the slight bit of pink just starting to show.

He had bandages on him, given how often he kept accidentally reopening the wounds- but was it really worth rewrapping…?

He let out a sigh, speaking to the other student for the first time. “…I think I’m dying.”

The Volunteer gave a faint smile and took up a spot next to the student. As soon as he mentioned dying, her mind begun to whir. This wasn't a new experience for her; the journey of earning her title had taken her to some dark places.

She carefully looked over the boy. His air did look familiar, the air of someone confident that they could drop dead at any moment. Not to mention an apparent injury to his hand. Could that be related to his fears?

After some thinking, she looked into his eyes and replied. "You think? What's causing you to think you're dying?" She didn't want to overwhelm him with questions, but if she could get that question answered, she'd have something to work with.

#~out of fives #((*screams but internally cause sore throat))

((with any luck, I can make this delightful LEGO man my FC

im sick and a lil grumpy but the quintet will see me through. not right now though cause i cant do anything. but so many things to be done))

“…dying…” the hall monitor whispers to himself, digging his hands into his hair despite the pain he could feel jabbing through his still-healing wounds; it didn’t matter now, did it? He could be dead tomorrow, for all he knew. And who knew if all the head trauma he received from people bringing him back hadn’t sped up the process?

He could die any second now. Here, alone, in the hallway, muttering to himself about the disease he truly believed he had, as tears gently fell down his cheeks.

And he was scared.

#mildpartymaru #((go go volunteer))#((be my good-vibes vessel as i fight my sick))

Roaming the halls to get familiar with her new environment, the Volunteer was barely fazed as she walked up to the visibly stressed fellow student. She's been in those shoes before, goodness knows. And his face - oh, his face. Just considering how much more pain the boy would endure if he remained alone convinced her to approach him, albeit cautiously. Now was the time for some good old fashioned support.

"H-Hey there, mind some company?" She started, speaking quickly but clearly. "You seemed like you could use a sounding board."

quintalent

“The average person takes 7 to 14 minutes to fall asleep! However, the process can be expedited by listening to you talk!”