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Helena Norrevinter

"Someone told me I was delusional. I nearly fell off my unicorn."

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a character in “Imaginary: Dreamers of the Otherworld”, as played by VitaminHeart

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Full Name: Helena Alys Norrevinter

Nicknames: Lena, Ginger, Gingie, Red, Helcat, Weird Girl


Description: Helena is a young woman who does not appear very dangerous at a glimpse. The opposite in fact. While her family often ended up quite tall and statuesque, Helena turned out an unintimidating 5'3. Her build is slim, with light curves on the hips and chest rather than any defined muscle and her face is heart-shaped and girlish, with a set of wide, blue-grey eyes.She has a mop of untidy, red hair, which falls for her lower back. She has very pale skin that is quite prone to burning.

Personality:
Unorthodox would be the polite way to describe Hel....weird would be the less polite way. She appears a bit peculiar. Many say that Helena seems to live in a world of her own, and in a way that could be said to be true. Helena does not view the world like others do, and her reactions are often seen as inappropriate by those around her.

Her behaviour is often thought of as weird, though does seem to follow some sort of logic…in Helena’s mind at any rate…it just tends not to be a level of logic that anyone else has ever encountered before. While it might not initially be clear, she is painfully shy and awkward around people, mainly due to an acute awareness of how people view her. This tendency to assume others think the worst of her often makes her seem rather aloof. Getting past the initial strangeness of the young woman, she is a pleasant, highly intelligent individual. She appreciates the friendship of others, even if it’s not always openly visible, and is very dedicated to those that she is close to.

She tends to let her mind wander frequently, and doesn’t often commit to things, her actions and her appearance often making people assume that she is rather weak-minded, or even suffering from mental illness. This is not true. Her outward delicacy hides a fire or great proportions. She pursues things with a dogged determination that can be both impressive and unnerving.

Helena is not too easily moved into fighting. She tends to put up with a great deal before losing her temper. That being said, when pushed too far, Hel’s temper is completely explosive, and usually results in something getting broken….hopefully something inanimate.

Likes:
Reading - Helena can usually be found with a book if she's got nothing else on. Her favourite novels are the Gormenghast Trilogy,
Old Curio - She used to collect old, obscure items and fill her room with them. She still takes a great deal of joy in such things.
Chocolate - Something Helena still has a soft spot for.
Cartoons - She always used to love cartoons. Even as an adult such things remind her of a simpler time before life got hard and complex.



Dislikes:
Wearing shoes - She wears them when it is required of her, but mostly likes to be in bare feet.
Crowds - Being around people in large numbers makes Helena feel agitated, and she avoids it if she can.
Selfish Individuals - She dislikes those who disregard all else for their own desires.
Being insulted over her behaviour. - Being called 'weird' tends to strike a nerve pretty badly.
Attention - Helena doesn't like being in the limelight much at all.


Skills:

- Helena is an impressive artist and can recreate things from memory very vividly.

-She is comparatively strong for her size and build.

-Helena still has a connection to Otherworld and her Imaginary. This allows her to both use abilities, and navigate the landscape easily.

-Lena wields the Vorpal Blade, which can destroy imaginary life-forms.


Weaknesses:
- Due to some injuries received at an early age, Helena has some long-term damage that can hamper her performance. She has restricted movement in her left shoulder, and has several metal pins and plates in her bones in various places. Those that know Helena can take advantage of these weak spots to incapacitate the girl quite easily.

- Helena's link to Otherworld is still strong, and while that gives her many advantages, not in the least having her Imaginary still on her side, it also means she is effected by its corruption, and its degeneration is threatening to begin effecting her actions also. It is possible that she could become influenced by the monsters.



Brief History:


Lena had always been a pretty...peculiar child. Even from an early age she'd always been invested in pretending, and it was at the age of only three that her cousin gave her one of her old toys, a creepy looking stuffed toy missing an eye. While her parents had found the thing a little too horror movie, the girl became incredibly attached.

The toy was to become her friend, who acted as her guardian. She was one of the first in the group to start coming up with Otherworld, and was probably one of the most absorbed in it. As time passed and some of the others tried their best to turn to other things she kept trying to pull them back....and then something happened. Helena suffered an accident and was seriously hurt. She was gone from the neighbourhood for months, and when she returned, she seemed still fixated on Otherworld to a point that people began to find her strange and aggravating.

By the tie she reached seventeen, Helena is rather a social pariah. She doesn;t appear to have any friends, and spends nearly all her time alone..well...not exactly alone. She still carries the toy wherever she goes. Dismissed as a freak by most students, Helena rarely has contact with her former friends. She plans to change that.

So begins...

Helena Norrevinter's Story

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Helena planted her feet, the divided toes of her boots sliding across the marshy ground as she held the blade up as a guard across her chest.

Something slithered around in the fog, just out of sight, undulating slate coloured coils coated in a layer of slime. It attempted to shift behind her, and with a sudden lunged shot forwards, two pairs of eyes and snapping jaws making for one of her legs.

The blade sliced downwards impacting at the top of its neck, slicing through scales and bone, causing it to shriek and convulse, wriggling around the blade in a disgusting arc that threw bits into her face and made her cringe. Only as the thrashing ceased and the water began to tint an unnatural hue did she place a foot on top of it and tear her sword free.

Clearing the blade off with a cloth she returned it to the covering on her back, and continued to walk. After continuing for some way, her senses wired up for any sort of sound or motion in the mists, she hit a patch of moss. Her foot slipped and she collapsed forward into a pool of deep water. Helena splashed, coughed, reaching out to try and find a handhold but she was being pulled downward, something catching her foot.

Dammit dammit dammit.

Someone was calling. A noise in the distance. Getting closer-


"Helena! It's eight thirty, get a move on!"

The young woman pulled her head up from the pillow, falling onto her back and giving a groan, her bright red hair spread round her like the tentacles of some beached see creature. She remained there for a moment, trying to acclimatize to the bed over the dark marsh-ground, before looking over at the small, stuffed toy next to her.
"Today is the day." she told it.
"Today we're going to get them, right? It cannot carry on."

Her room was untidy at best. Books strewn across the floor and on a borken shelf at one wall. Stuffed animals all over the place, and heaps of drawings, maps, notes and assorted material relating to...her work.

Pulling herself to her feet, Helena Norrevinter stumbled out into the bathroom, showering off the imaginary mud and snake-slime from her body, before returning to dry her hair off and get some clothes. An aubergine skirt, indigo leggings, sheepskin boots, and an over-sized sweater of an indisputable level of ugliness were pulled on, and a messenger bag was fished out of a pile of stuff, allowing a small hollow for her toy to sit in with its head out.

Ready to face the day. As much as she faced real world days.


Twenty minutes later, thanks to a ride from her mother, She made her way through the front gate, with bag, toy, and a blank expression. She spent a lot of time at school staring into space. Mostly, planning. Trying to set out the moves for the next night. Wondering where she might get dropped. At least she had woken up before drowning in the marsh. But she knew eventually she was not going to be able to rely on that. They wanted to trap them there... and it was going to be Helena who got that before any of them. So...

"We have to get them back." the young woman mused as she walked.
"Reunite the group. They can turn things back."

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Despite his ability to fly or slither, running continued to be the fastest way through the forest for him. It certainly might not be for anyone else - anyone who didn't know the realm as well or wasn't accustomed to the vegetation. The Beast knew every tree and vine, every patch of sinking sand, mud, or slippery moss.

He knew when there was an intruder in his realm, too. Word spread quickly when it wasn't literal word at all, but the cries of birds that called across the canopy, the avian equivalent of gossip. There was someone in the swamp. Someone from the World, someone who had been here before, but it was not Rina… and, thus, was not welcome here.

By the time the Beast reached the swamp, however, whoever it had been was gone. The smell of blood had begun to permeate the odors of water and mud, though, so he followed it to the scene. The intruder had slain something. Basil bent his head by the body, sniffing despite that his skull-like visage had no visible, or at least no fleshy, nose. He was in his most monstrous shape - the nightmarish creature built from fury and obsession.

The scent was difficult to make out of the water. Blood was one thing, but most all other scents were easily lost in the swamp between its water and its stench of decay. Still, the birds had told him it was someone from the World. Just not Rina. A low hiss crept from the Beast's toothy maw before breaking into a short, canine snarl of frustration. Another hiss, before he shut his mouth to sniff at the serpentine body again. Amphibian was not the most tasty of meats, but the race here had roused his hunger. He snatched up the sleek carcass of the creature in his jaws, settling on the soft, wet earth to start on his meal right there.

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Sabrina watched her door open in the mirror, where she had most of her attention focused on her makeup. Carefully applying mascara to her long lashes, the girl blinked a few times to make sure her makeup was perfect, and then turned to the figure in the door. "Good morning, mum. Is something the matter?" Sabrina always spoke very politely to her mom, partially because it was mostly natural, and partly because her mom bought her everything and a rude outburst would be quite the unfortunate drop in budget for clothes and makeup. Which, she reminded herself, needed to be replenished- she'd used quite a bit of concealer trying to cover up her sleepless, nightmarish nights lately. "Oh, no dear. I just asked the phone company to please block this Helena who keeps calling our house." Sabrina nearly dropped her mascara. "Helena Norrevinter? She's been calling us?"

Sabrina gulped down a lump in her throat. Her childhood friend, now a creepy, reclusive teenager who constantly carried around a toy from when they were little. She had a sneaking suspicion that Helena was behind the nightmares. The redhead bothered her enough during the day, and her 'Otherworld' haunted her at night. Images of a creature wrapped in bones and twine gruesomely followed her dreams and though there was something familiar about the monster, Sabrina could never place it before she woke. Thankfully. She'd hate to know the beast who haunted her.

Standing up, Sabrina regained her straight face and gathered her tattered nerves. Her mother handed her a letter from her company, and after a hug, left Sabrina alone with her thoughts and a letter. Opening the document like it was an explosive, she read the lines of text quickly. A photoshoot on Thursday. New models, new hairstylist. Placing the fancy parchment onto her desk, Sabrina picked up her messenger bag for school, neatly packed her homework, and took the elevator just outside her door down to the foyer. Walking out into the driveway, she stepped into the white limo belonging to her family. Today she needed something extra special to calm her nerves. Starting the car, Sabrina ran through today's schedule. A project due- done. One test- studied for when she couldn't get any sleep. Driving through Starbucks, she picked up a small coffee for the caffeine. Normally, she wasn't allowed to get coffee for her teeth, but today, she was nearly falling asleep at the wheel.

As she pulled into the parking lot, she drank the rest of the coffee and unwrapped a piece of peppermint gum. Popping it in her mouth and putting the wrapper into the empty cup, she shouldered her bag and walked into school.

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"Pre-Cal at 3, Ballet from 4-7, Dinner at 8, Meds at 8: 30, Homework at 9, Bed at 10" River recited her schedule in her head, and a few times out loud to keep in memorized, her morning medication sometimes made her forgetful.

Her life since the incident had been planned out to the minute. School, Dance, Home, Bed. That was all she did. She had no friends, not anymore, not like she used to.

As she walked down the hall, her books clutched to her chest like it was the only thing keeping her tethered to this world, her dark stringy hair hanging down over her face, her head down watching her feet mostly, she recalled a time when she was different, better, sane.

They said she was kidnapped, taken away for three days and it must have been so horrible that her mind turned the ordeal into a fun, fantastical place she called Whims. She was so convinced that, that's where she was, that they placed her in a home, institutionalized her, put her on drugs that for a long time she didn't feel like she needed, but now she dependent on them. Then the thoughts of the rainbow haired girl entered her thoughts.

She had friends before, she saw them as she strode down the hall, they were there, or at least she thought they were there, the only person who still believed was Helena, but people thought she needed to be on the same drugs River was on as well. Helena was the only one to believe her, back her up, but River's parents decided that, she wasn't allowed to speak to Helena, for fear of a relapse.

River always liked Helena.

Then there was Nathan, he was always nice, a wonderful artist, they believed that it was partially his art that fueled River's fantasy, she wasn't really allowed to speak with him either, beyond the occasionally hello, and then there was Sabrina, who was as normal as they come, sure she had an imaginary friend as a child but she grew out of it, like any normal child would. Her parents liked Sabrina but she was always busy, and so was River, since she came back home, she didn't have time for friends and things like that. She had to stay focus.


She made her way to her locker and began switching out books and notebooks, reciting her schedule a few more times, thought she cast a few longing looks toward her old friends

She missed them.

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Lena walked in through the corridor, with her shapeless sweater and untidy hair, bag slung over her shoulder and deliberately left open so as to allow the little avian toy to 'see' out. She looked over to catch sight of a few of her "targets" some of the people she was going to reclaim for Otherworld.

She took a very worn out looking book from her bag and turned her attention to that, deciding not to dwell too much on the whole thing right then, not in the least because she felt a tiny little grudge in spite of herself.

The redhead was quite intelligent, but her grades rarely seemed to reflect it. She tended to coast along on passable but not exceptional by any stretch. Creative writing was something she tended to score well in, but her readings were outlandish enough to draw the derision of most of her classmates.

Not that nearly any other aspect of Helena didn't already draw derision.

As she was juggling her books, the girl could hear a few giggles from behind her, as a couple of other students stood against the opposite wall, whispering and making pointed looks in her direction.

And, like always, Helena shrugged it off. You had to make sacrifices, after all. And, soon it was going to change. They would come back. She believed it. She had to.

Lena was walking past the lockers when she caught sight of River, standing there getting out some books. In some awkward effort to appear personable, the young redhead lifted her hand and waved, a little more enthusiastically than perhaps was needed.
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On an edge of Otherworld where the trees began to die away to rocks and waste and the sky became streaked with oranges and reds, stood the border of the Mechanized Minster, home of the angel Cadriel....or at least whatever that creature might have become.

On the horizon was the cathedral, dark and towering. Before it stood a chaotic sprawl of smokestacks and blast furnaces bathed in a red, demonic glow. The workers, mechanical figures with bird-like heads, guided the molten metal from the base of the furnace into molds, under the grim, sightless gaze of the statues and grotesques now perches precariously amongst the twisted iron.

For all the hellish light and noise outside, within the Cathedral it was dark and cold, the stone walls rising high up into a smoky gloom near the roof. Some light peaked in through the breaks in the stained glass windows, but it seemed to do little to permeate it over all. The place seemed to absorb the light that touched it.

The wing of the owl hung from the frame by some copper wire and hooks. The Angel crouched before it, staring at it and looking between that and the twisted amalgamation hung from the ceiling. It didn't look right. How very frustrating. E hopped down from her perch and walked across the stone flags, watched nervously by the Gargoyles. These creatures, flawed results of her own attempts to craft working wings, were hideous-looking chimeras of flesh and machinery, once Otherworld residents before taken away by Cadriel's mechanical men. Now they stood bound to the Angel's will, and as such were also permanently subject to her unpredictable whims.

"It's wrong. Again." she muttered irritably.

"Madam, you summoned me?"

Her gaze snapped round to the long walkway from the main door, catching sight of the bloom of fiery light of the Sentinel's eyes in her periphery. The strange, spindly, equine thing stood as tall as at least two of her, its pike even greater in height, though upon being certain it had garnered her full attention, it bent forwards in a rather theatrical bow.
"I believe I have an appointment with someone that your....counterpart wanted to arrange."

Her hollow grey eyes regarded the thing was puzzlement for a long moment before something seemed to click.
"Yes. Yes...I..I think I know.."
She scrambled over to the far wall, where an envelope had been deftly pinned straight though the flag by a rusted splinter of metal. Gingerly Cadriel pulled it free, and held it out to the thing, which delicately opened it up, nodded, and strolled back towards the exit.

Cadriel, for her part, had no interest or curiosity in regards to what it said, even if, in a technical sense, she was the one who wrote it. She lost time, and things would happen. The less she had to do with it, the easier things tended to be overall. She wouldn't imagine she would do anything particularly untoward anyway...and she had far too much to do.

The Sentinel meanwhile, walked with purpose along the cracked roadway with the letter in its hand, mulling over the details on e more time.

Horsey

It's time to send a message.
I've made some very special arrangements for you.
When you get this make your way to the Stormtrap Flats as quickly as you can.
You will find someone there that I know you've been very keen to spend some time with.

Love, E.

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Character Portrait: Sabrina Valiant Character Portrait: Aaron Bradbury Character Portrait: River Morris Character Portrait: Nathan Synn Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter Character Portrait: Rain
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Rain
"I'm walkin' on sunshine, oooh," a bright, cheery voice sang. "I'm walkin' on sunshine, and don't it feel good!" Rain was skipping along, singing at the top of her lungs. Where had she heard this song before? She kept singing, the question bouncing around in her head as she turned a corner and bumped into someone. She abruptly stopped singing, staring down at whatever creature had blocked her path. It was a small dog-like creature, but it's fur was bright blue. She smiled a bit. More creatures had inhabited her realm after her Dreamer had called it empty. Her smile dropped, now glaring at the creature in front of her. She remembered where the song had come from now. Her dreamer's world.

"River," she hissed the name, not in anger but as if saying it actually hurt her. Ever since the girl had stopped talking to her, nothing was right. Sending the dog a glare, she picked it up by the scruff of its neck and carried it to the edge of the hovering land. Her world had once seemed whole, but now was cracking and broken. Cliffs were everywhere, dropping off into nothingness. She didn't even know what was at the end of the nothing, if there was an end. The dog whimpered in her grip. Rain blinked, looking at the poor creature and the cliff, for a moment feeling horrified at her previous action. She had been about to toss the thing off. Why?

Startled, she took a step back, before remembering that the creature only existed because of River. And River was gone. How dare it stay when the reason for its existence had abandoned it? In a split second, the cold deadliness in Rain's eyes was back as she swung her arm and tossed the thing off into the abyss.

"Sayonara!" she yelled, her voice happy as every despite the coldness in her eyes. Feeling pleased, Rain wiped her hands off on her pants and went back to strolling through her land. She was bored now. Boredom wasn't right. Frowning, she tilted her head, looking around. Oh, I know! she thought, eyes widening. I can sing a song! That's always fun.
Without a second thought, Rain began to sing again, completely forgetting her actions in the past few minutes. "I'm walkin' on sunshine, oooh!"

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Nathan
Being at school on time wasn't really something he did anymore. So now, standing in the hallway, he wasn't sure what to do. Locker. That's where people usually go. He started to walk to where his locker was, before realizing he didn't remember what number it was. Even if he could just spot it by memory, he had no idea what the combination was. He hadn't used his locker all year.

"Wonderful..." he muttered, standing off to the side and out of the way of the mass of students roaming the halls. He still felt awkward. He considered just walking back out the way he came, but what good would that do? Sighing, he wandered off, trying to find something to occupy his time. When did classes start? There were a lot of students now, so it had to be soon. Hugging the wall, Nathan made his way to the school library. As expected, no one was there. Nathan actually sighed in relief after settling in a chair in the corner of the library, hiding away from the world. The librarian was no where in sight, and he'd rather keep it that way. While he was sure as hell used to being scolded, he liked to avoid it when possible.

Nathan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He wasn't even sure what he was doing anymore. He felt constantly numb and bored, yet did nothing to change it. It was like having a war inside him, one side demanding he do something and the other stopping him from even trying. Why was he even doing this anymore?

His thoughts drifted to his old group of friends, and how much they'd changed. He kind of missed them. No, he really missed them. But for some reason he couldn't bring himself to talk to them. Things felt different now than when he was younger. Nathan knew why, but he didn't want to think about it. Instead he wondered where the others were, what they might be doing. Sabrina was probably surrounded by people who adored her. Helena and River probably kept to themselves, like he did. He felt kind of bad for them though. While for the most part he had inflicted his solitude on himself, he was pretty sure that wasn't the case for them. Then there was Aaron, who seemed to be as goofy and bold as he used to be. Though Nathan did notice something was off with him whenever he saw him.

Frowning, Nathan realized he'd been paying a lot more attention to his old friends than he realized. He thought he'd ignored them completely, cutting them out of his life. But some part of him must still be attached, because he seemed to remember little things about them that he noticed without even realizing it.

Suddenly the bell rang, causing Nathan to look up from his slouched position and get up. For once, he was going to go to class on time.

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River noticed Helena's excited wave, and a small barely visible smile touched her lips. Her hand rose up but then she stopped herself. She wasn't allowed to speak to Helena. She had to put away all things childish. River's hand dropped and she turned away as the bell rang.

CRASH!
Schizoid." laughed a group of kids, after they knocked River's books from her hands as she was making her way towards class. The tiny girl only reached down gathering her books in a neat pile as they teased her some more. "I heard she went nuts and killed a bunch of people, but couldn't remember any of it that's why they let her go." said a blonde girl with too much make up. "I heard she was kidnapped and killed the guy that did it." said boy with enough product in his hair to fill a hole in a dam.

River tried to ignore them as she gathered her books, clutching them closely to her chest. With her head down she tried to walk by them but they blocked her path.
"Hey, are you bulimic? You are skinny." said another girl, pinching River's arm.
River winced. "Please stop." She said quietly as she tried to maneuver out of the way.
"What's that, Psycho?" said the boy, pushing her back against her locker.
"Is that what the mental hospital gave you to wear?" said the blonde girl. "Because you must be crazy to wear something like that?" They all laughed.
River was dressed in a cream knit dress, that hung just below her knees, a long pink tank top underneath and her favorite brown riding boots. River was really skinny but not due to lack of eating, she just was. "Excuse me, I have to get to class." she whispered as another girl grabbed her hair. "Ew, Why is your hair all stringy, two words, Shampoo and Conditioner." They all laughed again. River pulled her head away, getting fidgety. An anxiety attack was well on it's way. She reached in to the messenger bag she wore and fumbled for her medication. "Oh, Psycho needs her meds!" Said another boy, bleach blonde. He snatched her bag from her and dug inside, finding the medication bottle. "Whoa, I can't even pronounced this." He laughed, the blonde girl grabbed the bottle from her. River started to panic. "I need those, please give them back!" she cried, tears and sweat brimming her eyes and moistening her cheeks. "If you can catch them!" The blonde girl shouted, and the began playing 'hot potato' with her medication. River whimpered, trying to catch the bottle, but to no avail. She didn't have time for this, this would throw her schedule off severely.

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Down the hall from the commotion with River, Sam stood at an opened locker, glancing over only briefly enough for his gaze to flit between Helena and River before he returned his attention to what he was doing without any change in his blank expression.

It was easy to predict where that was going. Helena was as soft-hearted as ever.

He lifted onto his toes to peer into the top compartment of the locker, then stood flat again to rummage through the backpack hung inside. Only, this wasn't Sam's locker or his backpack. During the quietest hours of the school, he took the opportunity to test rows of lockers for whichever locks were broken. There were always plenty, and many students didn't report when they were assigned a broken lock because they assumed no one would bother to test the locks. But Sam tested them.

When he picked out a locker to pilfer through, no one paid attention to which locker was actually his enough to know any better, and checking a locker after the bell rang almost guaranteed he wouldn't be caught by the locker's real owner. By then, a majority of students had taken their seats in class to avoid the risk of being late.

So he worked nonchalantly - and unhurriedly, despite having only a minute or so before he would be late. He didn't look concerned.

Sam drew out a paper bag lunch, opening the top to glance inside at the contents and then rolling it closed again to drop it into his own backpack, which sat discreetly on the floor at his feet. This was his routine for obtaining lunch most days. He tried not to hit up the same locker more than once, though, so as not for the theft to become such a consistent problem that the victim would care enough to want to catch him.

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Even after zipping up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder, Sam lingered, watching expressionlessly. A boy had slipped closer to the scene - probably half the weight of the biggest guy of the group harassing River. The boy looked familiar, but Sam didn't look closely enough to bother trying to recognize him.

He shut the locker door and leaned against it to watch the scene, looking like he could use some popcorn. It was only a couple of minutes before the boy who had moved past was sent running in the direction he had come. Sam's dark eyes followed after him - then shifted for the next runner in line, the much larger boy.

With a lazy couple of strides from the lockers, Sam stuck his foot out just enough to catch the stranger's, dropping him to the floor. "Oops." There was zero concern in his tone, and it came in little more than a murmur. He only took a single, casual step back before the other boy had scrambled back to his feet, grabbing Sam by the collar of his shirt and pushing forward to shove him against the lockers - to which Sam made no effort to flee or retaliate. His newfound captor was much taller and larger than him.

Yet, a small smile crept across his lips as he stared up into said captor's face.
"What the fuck was that, you little shit?" But Sam made no reply, only smiling like there was something he found funny about being pinned to the lockers.

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