Hex nodded, and smiled at Mrs.Callighan. "Yeah, that would be the two of them. I gotta say, it would be nice if that was it for today." She looked down at Kryss. How had he gotten himself so beaten up? What had he done to Jack? Well, that was just it, more than likely Kryss had said something not to Jack, but to Santa. Jack could be such a caveman about these things.
Hex finished bandaging his right arm and decided that his left was not in need of attention. That was something, at least.

((My posts are always pitiful))

Mrs. Callighan took Kryss' shoulder and carefully propped him up, before stretching the band around Kryss' ribs and clipping it in the back. "Yes, i don't imagine accompanying your new friends down to my office is the kind of fun you were looking forward to today." She slowly lay the teen back down. "So, i take it the two young men are friendly for the most part? The one this morning seemed rather sociable and pleasant." She said, smiling. "Yes, he seemed like a rather pleasant young man. Although that's quite the curious phenomenon he carts around. I've never seen something like that in all my years." Mrs. Callighan was referring to the 'floaty-dos'.

(The medical tool at the beginning of the post is called a 'Rib Belt'. I know of their existence and i tried my best to not make a mistake with it's description and use - if anyone knows medical tools better then i and i have made a mistake, please do not hesitate to tell me. Also, i apologize for the abysmal post. Thank you ~Alice)

Aris smiled it was good to see a girl who actually played video games and didn't degrade herself on the internet. "Yeah again sorry my name is aris whats yours?"

(Sorry again for the even shorter post running on a tight shift.)

Hex smiled at the nurse and chuckled to herself. "Yeah, I suppose they have been nice. Come to think of it, I'm not quite sure how... " SHe trailed off, lost deep within the far recesses of her own mind. WHy had they become friends? She had no idea. " But then, I guess it doesn't matter. Because in the end, who cares?" she said to herself, in her 'realization voice' as her close friends always called it. They called it that because she only used it with herself, and the tone was a little... mesmerizing. THat was why she always felt a tad bit like she was spacing out.

Valencia raised her head a bit higher, not sure what to make of this. Whatever it was, the kid didn’t seem to have any sort of ill-intent—he certainly didn’t look like he was about to start berating the girl for it. In fact…to her surprise, this Aris seemed to want to know her name. “V…Valencia Vega…” she murmured in a hushed, meek sort of voice, not used to introducing herself to other people she hardly even knew.

((Meh, same, interactions between two characters tend to devolve into one liners often...as long as they aren't repeated again and again I guess it's fine? :v))

Aris chuckled to himself when he heard the name, not because he thought it was funny but because it rhymed. "Well it was nice to meet you... Valencia... hmm... you know what that dosen't sound right. How about I just call you vega?" he said smiling.

Mrs. Callighan smiled at Hex. "You're like me when i was your age... What i wouldn't give to go back to that age." she laughed softly. "Sadly, you can't grow younger..." she mused. Kryss groaned, green eyes opening a bit. His head felt like it had been beaten with some kind of pipe and there was a little tingly sensation of pain nearly everywhere. Mrs. Callighan cocked her head, a bit shocked. "Ah, it looks like our friend is awake." she said in a cheery tone of voice.

(Sorry about the short post)

(Me and Nagato took Aris's and Valencia's conversation to PM sorry we just didn't want to clog up the RP with One-liners... and nothing happened... you perv's Jk)

He laughs. "Yeah..." His eyes take on a distant look like his remembering something but he snaps back to reality saying. "Anyways it was good meeting you but i gotta get to class." He starts to walk back down the hallway toward his locker.

((Presenting Nagato and Church's co-post :v))

Valencia heard Aris chuckling; apparently he found something funny about her name? He continued to say that her name didn’t sound right, which Valencia didn’t understand. ”How about I just call you Vega?” he suggested. “Er…okay…” she stammered a bit. She didn’t know if she much liked being called by her last name—it made her feel a bit strange to be addressed as such—but Valencia didn’t wish to protest or say anything against it. He would probably just continue calling her that just because he’d know it annoyed her.

Aris realized that he might seem a little weird asking if she was a gammer like himself and then refusing to call her by her first name. "I'm a gammer myself my username is "Boston" maybe you've heard about my sole claim to fame? I had the top score in the world in Killzone, Halo and MW2... for about five minutes...."

Boston? Valencia recognised that name…it had indeed rested at the top of the scoreboard in games such as Killzone II and Halo…not for long, however. “Maybe you know me as well, then.” The girl’s voice was more confident now that she knew that the person standing across from her was not only another gamer but a gamer she herself had encountered in the virtual world. “I’m ValenciaEstrellas. I had the top score for another five minutes after taking it from you, ‘Boston’.” She gave a tiny smile with her words, though her face was still downcast and obscured by black hair falling over it to see much.

Aris was truly stunned "You where the spartan last night that took that headshot on me weren't you? Yeah... I recognize the name." He Chuckled to himself. "Well I'm glad i can tell you "Well Played." In person that was a great shot... didn't even know where you came from." He was beginning to be interested in this girl for some reason those where the girls who caught his eye: The ones who could kick his butt.

Valencia smiled proudly. “Yeah, that was me. I’d say you got me back pretty well when you ran me down in that ghost, though…” That match yesterday had been a particularly heated battle. Though there were several players on either team, ValenciaEstrellas was consistently to be found at the top of the red team scoreboard, and Boston simply dominated the blue team’s score. In the end, it turned up to be more of a one on one duel between the two players. She had never expected ‘Boston’ to be someone at her school, however—it seemed strange, to meet someone from the virtual world in reality, when she had such different personalities between those two worlds.

He laughs. "Yeah..." His eyes take on a distant look like his remembering something but he snaps back to reality saying. "Anyways it was good meeting you but i gotta get to class." He starts to walk back down the hallway toward his locker.

Hex had been listening to Mrs.Callighan, and did not know immediately when Kryss awoke. She looked down to find that her hand was laying on his wrist- she had been checking his pulse once more- and immediately removed her hand. She always found that sort of thing awkward. Why, exactly, was beyond her. She smiled happily as he began to come too, His green eyes beginning to open, contrasting pale skin. She spoke, quietly, not wanting to rush him to full awareness. "Kryss?".
She looked up at the nurse once more and mouthed- 'thank you for the help'
The elder woman only nodded.

Mrs. Callighan then got up and went towards her desk. She turned back to mouthe to Hex. 'You're very welcome, dear'. She went and sat down at her desk, but swiveled her chair to face Kryss and Hex. Kryss blinked, still not completely aware. Kryss stared up at the ceiling for a moment before turning to Hex. "... Hex? Oh- Hey." he glanced around. "Where am i? How did i get here?" He shivered a bit noticing a breeze across his torso. He placed a hand on his chest. "Wh-Where is my shirt!?" He winced, taking a sharp inhale. Right now, all that he registered was: I'm shirtless, this is awkward, i'm cold. He lie back, very still. "... Who won the fight?" he asked, although he probably already knew the answer - he was just hoping he had done something awesome that he didn't remember.

Hex laughed- just a little, when he noticed his shirt was gone. How did you register the company before you registered the status of your own clothing? She watched him for a moment, as his distress rather amused her. It wasn't that she disliked the boy, she just thought that one of the grandest pleasures in life was to see people spazz. He was not quite reaching that extreme at the moment, but it was still funny. A moment later, she attempted a smile.

"Sorry, but the loss was yours." She said, trying to sound empathetic. She got up and showed him his shirt, holding it up as she clutched the shoulders wither her hands. It was bloody and she was doing all in her power not to look at it, smell it, or think about it. "This is probably why you aren't wearing a shirt." She noticed his hoodie, and threw it at him. "Here, put this on. Freezing to death will not help you get better.'

Kryss reached up a hand and took his shirt, cursing at how bloody it was. "God dammit... This was... I think it was my only clean shirt..." he lamented. As he tried to sit up to put it on, he winced. As he made another attempt to sit up, he could feel extreme pain in his chest. Mrs. Callighan frowned. "Don't be so hasty, dear. You've gotten bruised ribs, you know." Kryss muttered something under his breath before pulling himself up to a sitting position. He floundered, making an attempt to put on his shirt - failing several times before succeeding. "I know you're 'fraid of blood. Hand me my jacket and i'll zip it up so you don't have to look at my bloody shirt." he offered, taking shallow breaths. Kryss was actually rather irritated, unable to accept that he had lost his fight. He just wanted to go home, read some manga, eat some buttered toast, and go to bed at an ungodly hour - like every day.

She then threw the boy his hoodie and scoffed. He was such a typical teen boy. Filled with competition and testosterone, unable to deal with losses. The nurse began to speak again at the things Kryss was doing, but Hex beat her to the criticism. "You are going to hurt yourself, you-" she stopped as she noticed his short breath, taking pity and not wanting to worsen his mood any further. "Okay. Whatever."

Kryss let out a muffled yelp of surprise as the hoodie hit him. "Mmpph!" It sounded very faintly like a swear word, which would, bluntly, not be surprising at all. He swung his legs over the side of the cot with a slight wince before pulling on his hoodie. He zipped the hoodie up and put the hood up. A moment later, he realized he didn't need the hood and pushed it back down. "Pfft- This is a flesh wound. I'm gonna go to sleep tonight and wake up tomorrow and i'll be just fine." he said, casually. He stood, having to lean back against the cot. "If i missed my calculus test, my dad will start a bloody skufuffle." he said, british slang slipping into his speech. He looked over, grinning at her. "Thanks for staying, though." he laughed weakly, breathing kind of hurt.

Hex raised an eyebrow, skeptical "You have a calculus test on the first day?" She hardy noticed the foreign slang in his voice, seeing as she effectively did the same thing when she was particularly angry or just generally emotional. "And yes, it is a flesh wound, it goes through your flesh, and you were covered in blood until you got here and Mrs.Callighan cleaned you up and she helped me bandage you up. I appreciate the thank you, but then, I think the nurse deserves some appreciation?" she had faded, accidentally, into a scolding about thankfulness, rather than a snappish comment about flesh wounds. That was unfortunate.

"Nyet, let me rephrase myself. pre-test. The thing to test us on how much we already know from the classes before. Doesn't almost every class have a pre-test?" he said, adding emphasis on the 'pre'. "So it's not a actual test - i just don't see the difference. Like the Mokonas, except that one is slightly more of a bitch." he shrugged, although winced slightly aftewards. If everything hurt to do, he was going to choke'a'bitch - Or at least choke his litter brother. Except he loved his little brother way too much to do something like that... usually. As Hex faded into scolding, he just went quiet, twitching with silent irritation.

Stiffly, he turned to look at the nurse. "Thank you," he started. "I appreciate all the work you did for me," he said, being much more polite then he had all day, really. Mrs. Callighan just smiled and waved dismissively. "It was nothing, dearie. When a youngin comes in like that, it's what every good nurse should do." she smiled kindly. "Just be more careful, young man. I don't want to see you come in like that again." she said, scolding lightly like a grandmother would. He would have put both hands up in a passive, defeated gesture if his right arm wasn't bandaged and felt like a lead weight. He hoped none of his injuries would deter his manga reading, anime watching, game playing abilities - that would suck. He lifted the left hand up to brush more strands of hair to frame his face, self-consciously.

(Nyet - No [Russian])

Hex smiled as he thanked the nurse, feeling triumphant, not that that was really an accomplishment anyway. She gave a soft grin at the boy, and headed out. "See you during lunch. I've got english with miss Lassati. Find me if you have any trouble with the principal over the fight, kay?" She had figured, when she snitched, that there would be no trouble. But now she was having little doubts. Little creeping, fearful doubts. She assumed that Kryss did not have the relationship with the faculty and staff that she had. She, essentially, could not get in trouble. She had wonderful grades, and every teacher loved her. what could go wrong? Well, quite a lot, actually. She scampered off too class, and took the only open seat in the front row. She gave Mrs.Lassati an apologetic look, and her teacher only nodded, smiling.

Kryss nodded. "Alright, don't be late. The teachers will throw a bloody bitchfit." he chuckled. As she left, he turned and thanked the nurse once more. He winced and slowly picked up his backpack, his heavy backpack. He slowly made his way to his calculus class. Despite what most would think, Kryss actually had good grades. His grades weren't straight lines of the highest marks, but they were high and fairly high. He was especially good in mathematics, surprisingly. After his long, torturous trip to his class, he sat down, groaning in slight pain. Once it stopped hurting to breathe, he was going to get Jack back for this. In the back of his mind, something called common sense told him that he had very little possibility of doing so - but a man could dream.

His Calculus teacher, Mr. Iversen, was by far his favorite teacher. He had a great relationship with him, but had horrible relationships with all his other teachers, well, except Mr. Colvin. Still, it wasn't his fault that all the other teachers' classes were so boring - especially his AP European History teacher. He would have leaned forwards against his desk and rested, but found himself unable to do so. He sighed to himself, crossing his arms gingerly and sitting there - idle and irritated. He heard some people talking about his fight with Jack and laughing about his 'owning'. He turned and threw a cold glare at them, making them die down into whispers. "Fuck all." he muttered, looking back to the board.

Class went by quickly. A couple of preliminary things about the course and expectations, a quick look at proper essay format- which they should have all known for years but apparently Mrs.Lassati was aware of the fact that AP didn't always seem to signify intelligence. They looked at the an article about recent literature, and then the class bell rang. "Well that was fast." She muttered to herself, gathering her things, and picking up her shoes- she had taken them off in class and didn't feel like putting them back on. She was known for being barefoot in the halls.
She watched as Renee spoke to Mrs.Lassati. Wait a minute- Renee? What in the name of the flying spaghetti monster- she chuckled at her pastaferianism reference- was Renee doing in AP anything? A bit of eaves dropping revealed that she was struggling- how do you struggle on the first day? Well, you don't know what the word fathom means, and you didn't understand what essays had to do with english lit- didn't that mean burning the alphabet? Mrs. Lassati was having clear trouble keeping back a laugh at these problems from Renee, and ushered the girl on her way out of class.
Hex smiled at the teacher, and bonded happily out of the classroom.