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❝ IF WE BREAK any laws, how do you think they’ll punish us ? ❞ roman asked, cocking his head to the side. ❝ if we’re all stuck in this god-awful school for the unforeseeable future, it’s not like they can throw us in a jail cell, right ? we could commit a murder, start a fire, anything. what do you say ? ❞
“I’m going to need copious amounts of coffee in order for me to survive this and I’m pretty sure I’ll require a week’s long vacation afterward.” She glared at a few people looking like they want to start with each other. “I will kill them.”
It started off with one. The six year old followed her around everywhere as she searched for her friends and loved ones. She held on to his hand tightly asking him about his parents but he looked just as lost as she did. Seemed like gang members were too concerned with their rivalry than with their own children. One turned to two and it turned to four and by mid evening, Leela had little ducklings. Six to be exact that were now sitting around her as she made balloons out of vinyl gloves and sang baby shark for the 20th time that night. “Shh. I think I’m really getting them to go down for a nap.” She whispered to the newcomer. “Just sit and enjoy the show.”
DON’T COMPLAIN, DON’T COMPLAIN, DON’T COMPLAIN. he repeats it over and over again like a mantra in his mind. rigel was so exhausted by hearing it from everyone else and he knew it was the worst step to further his way up the ladder of utter hypocrisy. a sigh falls from his lips as he decides to focus his attention on something else. he knew this school like the back of his hand, had been his own not too long ago. “you think it’s a bad idea to go on a little adventure?” he muses to anyone who’ll give him the time of day. he’s not sure he even expects a response but he hopes for one, anything else to focus his mind on but this.
JANE HUMS AS SHE gets comfortable on the bleaches in the gymnasium , finding herself some peace and quiet. she looks around before she slips her hand in bag to pull a bottle of vodka out . the blonde knew she was going to need it and she was still recovering from her injuries. jane needed to numb the pain if she was going to get through this weekend . she feels eyes on her and she quickly turns . ❛ what ? ❜ she questions not even looking at whoever came to her , just taking a swig of the bottle . ❛ it’s going to be a long weekend , so you can either join me or leave . ❜ she tells as she takes another swig of the bottle . jane was trapped her , so why not have fun while she was here.
Linnéa’s fingers traced absently over the birthmark on her wrist, following the discolored circle over and over. She’d said very little, but what was there for her to say? This wasn’t her battle. People were injured, and while she did not wish to sit idly while men died, she knew full well there was nothing she could do. There was no sense in getting worked up, in letting the anxiety nestled beneath her ribcage expand until she couldn’t breathe.
“Can you stop?” She snapped at last, her eyes drawn from the birthmark to her companion. She understood everyone was on edge, but Jesus she needed stillness for five seconds so she could order her own thoughts.
nathaniel would rather be anywhere than in a high school with two opposing gangs that absolutely ruined the bar he worked out . he didn’t even get to bring his paints with him, a bag packed with purely necessities placed gently on a random cot. “ you think they have any ibuprofen anywhere ? my head is killing me. ”
ever since the alarm started going the young woman didn’t have a good feeling on the pit of her stomach and it only worsened once the sound hit her daughter’s ears and the little girl started crying and still haven’t stopped. billie sat down against the lockers her bags on her side and her child set on her lap finally showing signs of possibly stopping the tears running down her chubby face. looking around her to the other people who were dragged to the school she let out a long sigh “hey,” she called out to the first person she saw “do you by any chance have some water on you? i didn’t have time to get a bottle when i was rushing out.”
