Varthur Laurence's Story

Yumi sighed pathetically, as she leaned against the chair, the spoon hanging from her lips. What was she going to do with herself...People think of her as an airhead, and how is she going to change that thought on her to disappear? She was already in junior year too, which seemed to be far too late now.. Taking the spoon from her lips, she laid it on the table, and started to doze off, hoping to forget the miserable state she was in.
'One more year I guess..' She thought reassuringly, only to jump a bit in her chair from a sudden tapping against the table. Snapping out of thought, she looked around and caught eye of the senior from last night. [Varther] Black hair, soft eyes, warm smile. His face was almost too easy to recognize and to see him up close, so suddenly, was a surprise. Luckily, her emotions didn't betray her, and her face remained air-head material. A questionable tilt, and wide eyes with no apparent emotion either. 'Perfect.'

“Hey excuse me?” She remained quiet, but couldn't help but allow the slightest pink bloom on her pale cheeks as she observed his warm smile. “I think the school bus should be heading off soon, would you like me to escort you? I just want to talk after last night.. there may have been some misunderstandings I’d like to clear, that’s if you even remember me hehe…” She felt her heart almost leap out in joy. An Opportunity! "Y-" Her voice got caught in her throat, as she calmed herself. Yumi's immediate thoughts were, 'Lets be smart about this..' She couldn't just hop out of character, it may lay out some misunderstandings, and it may be the end for her. Besides this was a golden opportunity to widen her chance with more friends.. People to talk to..

Giving her brain a couple things to work on, she smiled a bit, her eyes though, remaining the same, giving off a more airy feel. Letting her head, nod in a rhythmic and almost lazy way as a reply to the question.
Yumi secretly mused at the man's [Varther] comical actions, but couldn't help but notice the feel around him. He appear..sad in a way, maybe it wasn't as bad as she believed it was, but she didnt want those thoughts to remain. He was, or appeared to be a nice man after all. Though she couldnt help but feel a bit nervous on how to interact with the senior. Yumi barely had any talking skills, maybe with some close students, but with a stranger, a male stranger? Nothing. Hopefully, her first impression was enough to give good thoughts to the senior, giving her more of a chance to befriend him and his interesting group of friends. Suddenly she blurted out "I remember you-" She could imagine, and dream about talking and getting close to a new bunch of peers.
It's something she never done, but new things weren't easy.. Not sure on what to say, she shifted around, and felt her eyes dart at different things, just to distract her. 'Great..communications are failing me..' Well she was always the non-verbal type. Slowly, she came to eye contact, and allowed her smile to broaden reassuringly. "-I wouldnt be able to forget about you anyways." 'wha-' Yumi blinked, and realized on how vague her comment sounded. But, if she was lucky, maybe he'll disregard the comment as an i-innocent statement, or just something an airy person would say. 'It was an innocent statement anyways...' Yumi continued to repeat within her steaming brain, hoping that her face wasn't betraying her at this dire moment. "-You were nice to me after all.." Yumi quickly added on, trying to make it appear to be a thoughtful after statement or something along the line.

"Y-" Was the first thing Varthur got out of the girl for a reaction after approaching but soon after whatever it was she was about to say, she paused. It left him a little confused and backtracking through what he had said in case any of it was taken in the wrong context possibly...again, leaving him to resort to counting the hours since the party and drinking to check he was by now sober. I should be okay right now.. I think... I hope? The more Varthur thought, the more he became a doubter. It was harder for him to know because he was confronting a girl alone, it was out of character. The very smallest things could take him off guard. He just wasn't used to women, the beach trip had been a disaster in that department. Nonetheless, he felt the need to clarify a few things. The alcohol had been way over his head, that he was ashamed. I just can't measure up to Silas..heh. He slightly shook his head without much thought in the action as Yumi nodded at the same time. Realising this, Varthur sort of stiffened in posture as he looked back at her as the head shake wasn't directed to her at all. The worry was written all over his face but he could only stay still and stare on. Crapp, why did I get lost in thought so easily?! "I remember you-" Varthur's concerns dropped into embarrassment at how quickly she had blurted that out. It took him off guard in a second as he stepped back and blushed intensely, a hand coming up to cover his nose as he looked away. Calm down Varthur, calm down man.. His eyes slowly drifted back to the girl but he remained as he was for the most part, surprised and as a result, embarrassed. Well at least she can tell I'm not the same guy as well..heh..heh... he tried to lighten up the situation to himself but that only left him feeling more like a complete failure.

He waited a bit and slowly she came around to looking at him again, smiling. It was so strange but this girl.. this girl, First the lolly and now this..smile. She kept reminding him of the past somehow, making him reminisce and he was sure it was all done unconsciously. "-I wouldnt be able to forget about you anyways." Varthur's eyes widened panicking, as his hand dropped from his nose and he started waving his hands around like crazy that portrayed the amount of panic those words gave. CRAP i'm sorry! It's not like that, really! I'm not normally that flirtatious and oh shit! I was that bad last night?! His thoughts continued but instead of explaining himself in a cool, calm and collected manner.. he was waving his hands continuously in a frenzy and random bits of his thoughts came flying out incomprehensibly. "-You were nice to me after all.." The blur haired junior (Yumi) added in to clarify matters as Varthur's hands stopped in motion but were still hanging in the air like a statue until he clarified his own thoughts. Uh...huh? Oh, nice.. so it wasn't that bad. His hands dropped into his pockets as he smiled, back to the way he was before he approached, if not- a little more confident. "Hahaha." He started chuckling, looking down at his shoes. "Sorry, I freaked out too soon." He apologised, rubbing the back of his head and looking around briefly for Kei and Devone to find them out of sight. Oh they already left? Turning his attention back to Yumi, he sighed before smiling again. "As I said, sorry. Last night was pretty shameful for me, I really hope I didn't make you uncomfortable?" His second apology came out more doubtful, wondering if he had been judged on his drunk nature already and the junior was just being polite but his smile continued hoping for the best.

Varthur was a senior and a responsible one at that so he really felt he let his role down. What started as a get together with friends, turned into one of his nightmares. He should've known better though, that wasn't the first time alcohol had took hold of him yet he kept convincing himself the next time he would be able to manage. Silly me... "Are you finished here? Shall we go?" He asked considerately while staring down at her table to check while asking before staring at a clock hanging on one of the restaurant's walls. "I figure everyone would be gathered at the bus by now.." he mumbled.

Yumi blinks as she watched the student laugh and dodge around strangely, but still in turn, felt amused. But As he apologized, she shook her head in response. "Its fine...really.." Her voice came out soft and kept, as she too checked the time. "It was the best time I had in awhile anyways...I have to thank you for that." She smiled kindly in the end, her eyes too gleaming in genuine enjoyment, but it was brought off focus as she scanned the cafe. 'Looks like everyone left." "Silly me... "Are you finished here? Shall we go?" He asked considerately while staring down at her table to check while asking before staring at a clock hanging on one of the restaurant's walls. "I figure everyone would be gathered at the bus by now.." he mumbled. Yumi nodded quickly, and made haste.

"Ah im ready.. She stuttered, checking around for her stuff, before viewing the male student before her. "I guess its my turn to say sorry." A sheepish smile played at her lips, before she took a daring move to tug at his hand. Well it seemed to be an unconsciously made action, however still bold on her part. "Come on, lets go." With that, she Quickly paced herself out the door, noting everything she had was with her, before actually going up on speed. However her steps were more shuffled, while she waited for Varther to tag along. It would be rude to leave him, his purpose was to invite her to come with him anyways. But while she waited, she did notice the sudden turn in her personality. She usually was the one to keep to herself, quiet and almost air-headish, but it seemed like she "evolved" a bit around Varther. Honestly, Yumi wasent sure if it was a good change, but it didn't seem to hurt her now.. It actually felt a bit more.. "free"

"ah come on." Jogging back towards Varther, she decided to pull him along carefully, towards the bus which was easy to locate seeing how many students were chit chatting along the lines, you could hear them from blocks down. 'I guess we arent as late as I thought...' Yumi sighed, slowing her pace to a nice walking speed. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled amused. "I guess we made it ne?" Her eyes closed into almost a "smile" before she finally realized the chain link between their hands. Red bloomed in her cheeks, before she pulled away nervously. "Sorry.." She mumbled. Letting her fingers play with the drawstrings of her hoody, she allowed her eyes to doze off somewhere else, her ditzy persona coming back to her. Her eyes lost that excited gleam and was replaced with one almost dull, giving her an airy feel.
Hopefully Varther wouldn't notice, but if he did, it didnt really effect her in anyway.. She suppressed a sigh. 'We're going back to school...already...' This vacation was too good to be true. "I guess time does go by faster when your having fun.." She whispered unknowingly reading out her thoughts, but before she can do anything about it, it slipped out. 'I hope i have everything ready at the room..' She slipped a peek at the boy and wondered how he was fairing and what he was thinking about. Maybe he enjoyed going back? It wouldn't be a surprise if he was anyways.. Looking a bit downcasted, she concentrated on the drawstring, as she shuffled about, not so sure on what to do. All she was waiting for was the response from the boy if she'll get one. Probably not, Yumi was pretty boring anyways. Defiantly in her ditzy mode that is. Deciding to settle down on thinking about academics and what to do on her way back, she shuffled a bit more, knowing nothing better then "studying" That all she does. Her whole list to do, is hitting the books. Really, it was sad that she had no real friends to go by, only the ones who pity her hospital state, sending her the notes and homework she missed.. Now that she somehow got caught in that line of thinking, Yumi felt a bit pitiful for herself, for the lack of friends. MAybe she'll try a bit harder when she returns to school, make a new life for herself. Something more enjoyable.

"It was the best time I had in awhile anyways...I have to thank you for that." The words echoed in Varthur's head as he started to seek clarity. The best...thank..what? A bemused expression settled on his face that he couldn't cover up even if he tried to. It was the last thing he expected to hear after being drunk and out of himself, definitely the first time he had heard such a thing as a consequence of drunken behaviour he had displayed at a public gathering of all places. "Ah im ready.. " His new acquaintance (Yumi) stuttered with her words which made Varthur frown slightly in the passing thought that maybe her stutter was due to him rushing her. He didn't mean to but time was ticking away and he also was admittedly intimidated by Ms. Roselle, unsure what the vile woman would have in store for students who didn't show up on time. Then again, maybe nothing was in store and she'd just have the bus depart on schedule with or without them like it didn't matter. He sighed with such thoughts and having to doubt the responsibility of their teachers before Yumi spoke again. "I guess its my turn to say sorry." "What fo--" Before Varthur got to question or receive an answer to said question, a bit of warmth passing from soft finger tips touching the palm of his hand briefly for a tug made his skin turn red immediately. Not a word could pass out of his mouth, caught off guard and in disbelief. "Come on, lets go."

"..." Varthur remained speechless as he followed Yumi out the door, her long blue hair gracefully flying behind her back as the winds carried it along as she quickened her pace. Ah..ahem! Varthur shook his head and looked down whilst pinching the bridge of his nose trying to compose himself for a second before continuing to follow her behind albeit slowly as he was still at a loss of words. The junior (Yumi) had practically seen him at his worst state being drunk yet she accepted him so easily, even going as far as to say thankyou and tugging at his hand like a friend would. Yumi didn't seem to dislike him at all which was a great relief but at the same time a welcoming puzzle of confusion. Girls.. I don't get girls.. Varthur concluded to himself with a silent nod only to find himself shocked again just as he had regained that much needed composure. "ah come on." Varthur lost all cool he had regained as soon as she was tugging him along again and as much as he reminded himself that holding hands was a completely innocent gesture that even friends could do, the blush continued to linger on his cheeks and he couldn't face her directly as they walked on in the direction of the school bus. He had always been bad with girls, Momo had proven that much followed by Akira. Yet this one girl.. this Yumi hadn't seen any fault in him at all even when he was drunk- it was nothing short of a miracle. I wonder if.. she understands me somehow even though we barely know each other right now. His eyes sneaked a glance her way, catching sight of her sighing before looking away again as soon as she started speaking in fear he'd be caught staring. "I guess we made it ne?"

Varthur glanced around finally noticing they had arrived at the designated meeting spot. He honestly wouldn't have noticed at all if Yumi hadn't directed his attention to it. At first when he approached her, he was very wary of the time but ever since she touched his hand he was lost in the moment and time stood still. "Yeah.. I guess." He replied with a nervous chuckle realising they were the last ones to make it and having to summon the courage to look at her in order to be polite. It wouldn't be right to talk to someone without looking at them he rationalised especially a girl. "Sorry.." Yumi had awkwardly noticed their hands were still linked all that time and had started blushing herself making Varthur jump back as if scared to offend her. "Huh? No, No! It's-it's fine.. it's not like I thought-- erm." Varthur looked away starting to shift uncomfortably as his cheeks played up a bit of red as well with his hand covering his mouth as if an attempt to stop himself from saying more words that didn't make sense. It was... nice. He answered back in his head as his cheeks grew a little more red scared to admit it.

"I guess time does go by faster when your having fun.." Varthur looked back at Yumi, his thoughts more directed at her whisper ceasing the embarrassment he felt prior. Her vibe was different, and wasn't as lively as the girl who tugged him along. It was saddening in a way but what really got to him was the feeling that the girl who tugged him along had tugged him along in more ways than one. Varthur had felt embarrassed, bashful, shy yes and yes but those few passing minutes of her hand in his also tugged at the back of his mind. Maybe it was just adolescent hormones but--There was still a moment where.. Varthur looked back at Yumi, the fire in her eyes slowly dimming that made him feel like he had to say something, anything to lift her spirits like any gentleman would when in the presence of a sad girl. "Hey, we should.. go get some seats." he managed to say with more confidence than before this time tugging at her hand gently. It was still an embarrassing action but he figured it would be alright if she had initiated it once before. Her hand was soft and warm, and maybe he just liked the feeling but for now, the girl was down and it was his turn to take the lead in guiding her somewhere. He really hated to see a girl upset like that, especially when he had seen them so lively which was probably why he had been so comforting to Akira before, maybe. A blush was slowly creeping onto his face so he refused to look back as he continued to gently tug the girl along next to him and through the bus trying to avoid looking at anyone else while he was at it in case of commentary.

"I'm straight. The whole thing was disgusting...at least I know my colors.." Varthur upon recognising a blob of blue-hair at the back seats (Kaoru) where there were some vacancies lead Yumi that way. "I hope you don't mind back seats.. I don't normally sit there but we have little choice right now.. with most seats taken. Sorry." Varthur said, sweatdropping at both the fact he was holding a girl's hand and he wasn't sure if she liked back seats- as minor as those issues seemed. When he reached the back, Kaoru still looked quite agitated as he gripped the seats in front of him where Silas and Akira was seated together. Right... Varthur gazed quickly at the two and put on a friendly smile, rubbing the back of his head not realising he was still holding a girl's hand in front of them. "Hey.." he greeted being friendly as he passed them by, sitting next to Kaoru and finally releasing Yumi's hand as they arrived. "Uh.. you can sit beside me or between me and Kaoru, Kaoru was at the party if you recall?" Varthur rubbed his head again wondering if he was going about this the right way, a little paranoid that he might have said or done something wrong. He really wasn't used to girls. Refocusing, he squinted his eyes as he analysed Kaoru who was still standing and seemingly sending daggers of glares at Silas' way. "Hey..what's up?" Varthur inquired, slightly dazed but still curious. Kaoru seemed like a happy go lucky happy child yet he was really agitated there next to him causing genuine concern to stir up especially for someone like Varthur who was an older brother in the family. It felt only natural to worry about Kaoru.

Kaoru was getting furious with Silas now. He was mocking him to his face as if he were an imbecile. "That is definitely NOT what happened, I don't think you remember it as well as you think you do." Kaoru retorted, his voice flat and visibly angry. He didn't care if the girl next to him, (Akira) would defend him or not, Silas was getting on his last nerve. Upperclassmen or not. He wasn't about to get pushed around and harassed by anyone, then he leaned his face away while Silas leaned in, his own blue eyes sternly looking into the piercing gaze that was returned to him previously, "Really. You're an upperclassmen, so what. You're taller than me. So what. I'm not scared." He responded, determined to not falter under this test. He's testing the waters to see what he can get out of me.. how far he can go.. how well he can push my buttons.. "I was drunk last time. I'm sober now." He added. He blew his hair out of his face when Silas began to ignore him.

What the hell!? Oh hell no! He looked like an angry child, opening his mouth to say more, but he was caught off guard. He felt his cheeks flush red, then he gripped the seat harder, "I don't have to answer that!" he snapped in disbelief, "Do you seriously sexually harass everyone around you!?" he asked in disbelief. What's wrong with this guy? Does his mind go anywhere else than sex?! He felt himself shaking rather harshly. He closed his eyes taking a deep breath. He had to calm down. If he didn't it would just cause a scene and everyone would be staring. That's exactly what this guy wants...don't give him a crowd to satisfy his need for attention.. Kaoru thought to himself, then he was greeted by his fellow blue haired student (Yumi) as his favorite upperclassmen thus far! He smiled when he saw the scarf (Varthur). Yes! Reinforcements! I won't have to battle this alone.. I've got at least one friend at the moment. Then he twitched again. I did not cream my pants! That's gross! Then he glared at Silas, pulling his hand out of the Senior's reach instantly when he realized how the blonde was caressing it. That's so weird.. He thought to himself with a shiver. Don't touch me.. Keep your hands to yourself.. "Keep telling yourself that. You couldn't make me, even on your best day." He mumbled to the blonde, then sighed to Varthur, "He's antagonizing me about last night to impress the girl I'm guessing." he motioned up to Akira and Silas. Then he waved to Yumi, his expression lightening up a bit, "Sorry. I really wish the introduction was under better circumstances.. I'm Kaoru Inoue... and don't answer that.." He reffered to Silas's sexual question towards Varthur and Yumi, "He's a pig." he mumbled with a frown. Still pouting, still fuming. He was practically steaming. If it was humanly possible, he would have been.

"Don't tell him that!" Akira blushed a bit, "He's good looking, but he's intimidating. He doesn't look like a very sociable person.." she looked over to the person of interest (Aeon). Then back at Silas, saying the worst thing possible, "B-besides. I already like someone!" Then she went wide eyed. STUPID! You're so STUPID! Like Silas wouldn't want to know who! He's going to be more persistent and annoying than the clap!

Akira noticed the change in Silas's expression, blinking a bit, but letting it go. It was none of her business and she didn't want to trigger it again. She'd only seen him look angry a few times, and she didn't want to be the cause of it. She sat back down in her seat unscathed during her brave mistake, but she felt like she'd lost, even though he did quit talking about what he'd wanted to do to the junior in the back seat. She'd won, but she felt a little shaken up. Had it not been me.. I wonder what he'd of done.. She thought to herself, looking up a little surprised when she noticed he moved on to a more fiery prey. Kaoru.

Well he's already over it.. I should've seen that one coming.. Then she just turned so she could see both Kaoru and Silas, her back against the seat in front of their own. This boy is being an idiot.. he's not seriously challenging Silas is he? She watched in amusement, not about to stop her fellow senior. This was almost as entertaining as reality TV. She knew Silas was mostly toying with the boy as well, so she just let her thoughts move elsewhere. She nearly fell out of the seat when Silas took her off guard, "Let's see..??" She repeated, feeling a bit nervous, but she felt an ounce of relief when the blonde's attention shot back onto the sapphire boy. Thanks kid, you saved me for the moment. Then she sweatdropped a bit as Silas asked the boy if his colors matched. That one was as old as time. Though the poor boy walked straight into it.

"No he doesn't sexually harass everyone.." She laughed, pointing to herself, "Thus far, I've had diplomatic immunity." Then she noticed Varthur, smiling weakly, but not making direct eye contact. I wonder if he's still mad.. Then she noticed his hand around Yumi's. She blinked a bit in surprise but smiled. I'm glad he's getting somewhere. A guy like him deserves a girlfriend. Then Silas ruined it, and she nudged him in the side gently, "O-oi.. if he's getting a girl to like him, don't scare her off. That made him sound like a pervert.." she leaned over and whispered in his ear discreetly when Varthur had her busy talking to her about Kaoru, big brown eyes looking at the blonde in disbelief, "I think they're cute together.." then she quit her talk about couples. It was too awkward to talk about stuff like that with Silas.

"He is a pig, but that doesn't make him any less important than anyone else." She smiled at Kaoru, then to Yumi and Varthur.

"Hey, we should.. go get some seats." Yumi blinks and nods a bit in agreement, almost oblivious to the fact of their little physical touch. But the warmth was something that caught her attention, this caused her to feel a bit fluttering, though it was quickly covered as she noticed the distance between the front and the back. Her usual seats were up front by herself near the teachers, but now it seems like she was getting closer to civilization. 'people...'
"I hope you don't mind back seats.. I don't normally sit there but we have little choice right now.. with most seats taken. Sorry." "Its fine.." Short with response, she kept her voice down to a soft whisper, not liking the attention that was sudden on them. Feeling the need to cower, she tripped a bit as she fumbled towards the vacant seats, her eyes keeping focus on something else to keep her steady. However, she took quick looks at the students and began to recongize them from last night. "Uh.. you can sit beside me or between me and Kaoru, Kaoru was at the party if you recall?"

Slowly turning to look at him, nervous on who she'll see, she felt relief running down her body, as she saw the familiar blue head [kaoru]. She felt better already, but just a bit. Catching the interaction between the blonde [silas] who gave a- whats the word, flirtatious..aura? "Keep telling yourself that. You couldn't make me, even on your best day." Stifling a little giggle, by placing her hand near her lips, she peers away, and started to slip into the seats. Watching something swish in a motion in her peripheral vision, she gave a long side glance to the male student [Kaoru], watching his hand sway back in forth in a greeting and his expression lightening up, she couldn't help but lighten up as well. "Sorry. I really wish the introduction was under better circumstances.. I'm Kaoru Inoue... and don't answer that.." Yumi shook her head slightly in response, and gave a curt wave. Its fine.." Shuffling a bit with her words, she continued. "I'm Yumi..Yumi Lee, nice to meet you again" Her voice was hushed, and obviously shy. "He is a pig, but that doesn't make him any less important than anyone else." Blinking a bit, she flushed a bit at the smile she gave her, not very used to that kind of look. 'hm..?' Is that the Senior [miyuki], her guide, from before- But as she looked closely, she saw that it was not her. Similar hair cut and looks, but complete different atmosphere.

More calm, she guessed. Feeling a bit more comfortable, Yumi sat herself down in the middle, shifting a bit, glancing at the window seat, wondering if she should switch. But glancing at Kaoru and varther, she looked down at her knees. "thats true.." Yumi looked at Silas, and then Akira. She was happy that this people, or some thought like this. Hopefully, they'll think that about her. “Drinking I hear… Late night partying is it? Was it fun?” She asked rhetorically, personally glaring at a few students she knew were bound to be a part of the act. “I should give you all a well-deserved 5 HOURS DETENTION or a PERMANENT SUSPENSION from Airdalen but because of my—“ She cracked her knuckles loudly, still barely holding back her temper issues. “Hospitality.. instead I’ll—“ She continued only to be surprisingly cut off by Mr. Drone, “change seating arrangement?” Jerking her head towards the teachers, she shudders at the thought of detention, but sighed in relief at the other consequence. "Laurence and Lee" She squirms a bit. She takes it back, detention didn't seem that bad now. 'At least i don't have to decide between seats.. its decided for me..' Getting up, she peered at the blue head then the Varther, and sat at the told seat on the outside.[hopefully that's right.]

Kaoru frowned as he mentioned he wouldn't try to install the fear into him. That much was a relief, but what else did the senior have up his sleeve? Surely this wasn't his only method of torment.. so if he wasn't going to use the fear factor, what was he going to do? The boy pondered on it a moment before letting out a depressed sigh. Why does my life complicate itself before I even get settled in mentally? Kaoru frowned to himself. It was always the same with every school, except this time it was worse. He'd never met someone as difficult to shake off as Silas.

He heard the girl (Akira) answer his question, rolling his eyes at her. Why was she butting in all the time in his affairs? He slept through the bus ride... but he'd heard the jist of what happened on the ride to the beach. That girl was insane.. then the more he thought about it, the more it became clear. Is he the only one who doesn't know his own best friend is head over heels for him? I heard the rumors.. but I guess now it makes sense..

Kaoru frowned a bit, wondering just how close Varthur was to Silas, and if they were truly friends. He just doesn't seem like someone Varthur would associate with... but I guess I can't judge. I'm not exactly in the stereotyped version of his friend circle either.

"Salty..?" Kaoru asked crinkling his nose. What the hell was he implying? The boy looked irritated, but his overall anger was subsiding. At least this one could hold his temper in when it was called for, "I'm sure she's quite the lady, but ladies shouldn't be treated like trophies either." He smiled warmly to the senior. Why is he talking about bacon? Is this guy even sane enough to attend a public school? He asked himself confused, sitting down and frowning to himself, running a hand absentmindedly through his hair. It was obvious the more Silas talked, the more the blue haired boy was getting confused. Then it hit him, his face flushed red, frowning a bit, "No I don't!" he frowned at him, "I'm not a vegetarian.." he mumbled. He's still being a pervert I guess.. Why... no, HOW did I get caught up with this guy? I should've totally steered clear of that party last night. Surviving my junior year would be a lot easier if I'd just kept my head down.. Then Kaoru mumbled softly, "Good for nothing senior.. why'd they even give us a senior partner if they're no use to me..?" It'd of been great if he'd gotten matched with Varthur, or someone like that.. Devone wouldn't save him if his life depended on it. Actually, she'd probably record his last moments.. The thought made him actually laugh a bit, despite his situation.

"Her biased measures of course." Kaoru rolled his eyes. She was so obvious that it kind of annoied him. Why doesn't she just wear a shirt stating it blatantly? She's kind of pathetic...


Kaoru blinked when he heard Ms. Roselle began scolding them. He smirked a bit. This was conflict he could handle. He started snickering and laughing when she mentioned detention or permanent suspension. Well, at least I'd get another fresh start.. He shrugged his shoulders. Away from Silas.. So he just covered his grin with his hand when she kept going on. This teacher was going to give him hell. He knew it. He just couldn't take them seriously.. They really couldn't do much to hinder his existence at the school. Detention? No effect. permanent suspension? Oh well. It wasn't like he had a lot of friends or a girlfriend to lose if he was forced to leave. Then it stung, hard. Parents.. His eyes shifted to the floor, his grin was wiped clean off his face. His parents, he barely remembered them, "Good luck with that.." he mumbled icily, knowing Ms. Roselle couldn't hear
him.. but his mood instantly shot within seconds. He didn't have any family for her to report him to.. only his roommate.. but he was an emancipated teenager.. he was the one who signed all of his own papers sent home from the school. He kind of wished he had someone to scold him, but he hadn't in over a year. His grandmother died a year ago and he was left alone in the world. Everyone who has family.. they're really lucky..

"Fuerst and Inoue.."

Kaoru missed it, but he knew instantly it was a seating arrangement. Shit! He slapped his palm against his forehead. Could it get much worse? He stood up a little after the blonde senior rose and made his way to their assigned seat, "Seeya Var, See you later Yumi.." he forced a smile, like nothing was wrong. It wasn't until he turned his back to his friend that he let himself stuff his hands in his pockets, keeping his head down for the most part as he made his way to his new seat. The usual bubbly and loud shorty kind of resembled a kicked puppy. He'd finally felt the bite of Ms. Roselle.. but he wasn't bummed for the same reason as most. Though, no one could possibly know that. He was grateful, because he didn't want the sympathy or pity. He just.. needed a moment to recover. The last time he hugged his mom.. he was five years old. He only had pictures to remind him of what his dad looked like.

Kaoru just plopped down on the seat next to Silas, hoping the senior would behave himself. He was tempted to beg for a new seating partner, but he didn't want to hear anything else about parents.. At least he had the isle seat. If Silas got too out of hand he could easily escape. He sat on the edge of it, seeing as the half-naked senior was leaning forward to introduce himself to students ahead of them. He rolled his eyes. Kaoru leaned back in the seat, propping his knees against the seat. I just want to go home.. He thought to himself with his eyes closed. The boy's fire seemed to have extinguished after Ms. Roselle's rant, "When is this bus going to move..? Even an inch would make me a little happier.." he mumbled low, then blinked, not realizing he'd said it aloud.

There was no way Varthur could have predicted Silas’ reply to his question of what was going on, despite the fellow senior being well known for speaking exactly what was on his mind at times without pause. "Nothing; he's just pissed because I made him cream his pants," Varthur could only watch in shivering horror as Silas decided to emphasise his words with straight forward finger notions in the direction of poor Kaoru. “O…kay then… “ Varthur said in an awkward mumble, trying to be oblivious to what was going on for the sake of his temporarily sane mind. Plus he knew Silas was only joking, right? "He's antagonizing me about last night to impress the girl I'm guessing." Kaoru claimed causing Varthur to look over at Akira as the ‘girl’ Kaoru spoke of then looked away. Nah… I doubt Silas is the type to go out of his way to impress.

"What about you?" Silas inquired casually, his eyes starting to dart towards the junior (Yumi) Varthur had become acquainted with. "Things escalate that quickly last night?" Varthur raised an eyebrow before realising his hand was still joined with Yumi leading Silas to suggest such a thing. “What, no!” Varthur replied defensively, his cheeks burning red at the very thought but he wasn’t being defensive because of him, he didn’t want Yumi to be seen in such a way and nothing like that had happened anyway, it was the truth not just defences. "He's a pig." Kaoru jumped in after a quick red-introduction with Yumi by commenting on Silas. Uhm well.. "No he doesn't sexually harass everyone.." "Thus far, I've had diplomatic immunity." Akira seemed to state proudly as Varthur looked away as soon as she looked over at him wearing her weak smile. Don’t look at me like that. Varthur thought knowing he had been there for her even when Silas wasn’t. Nothing in his eyes was his fault now. "He is a pig, but that doesn't make him any less important than anyone else." Again, Akira tossed over a smile that was not as weak as the previous but still looked rather forced in Varthur’s point of view. “No.. no it doesn’t.” Varthur agreed in a serious mutter, avoiding eye contact as his tone of voice went cold compared to the usual friendly and easy going vibe he was used to pulling off. "thats true.." Yumi added in as Varthur turned to her with a friendly smile. He wasn’t feeling too good being around everyone like that anymore but he couldn’t be completely aloof and selfish, Yumi was new and still getting to know people. "Yeah, and he's pretty much the epitome of everything I'm not. Our resident shining knight." Silas smiled, gesturing towards Varthur though Varthur wasn't sure how to interpret the statement. yeah well, even if I am some kind of stupid knight.. girls seem to prefer villains. Varthur concluded quietly. "Heh. Akira here says you'd be a great couple-" Silas added in with a tinge bit of laughter causing Varthur to glance away with a mixed expression of anger and embarrassment. Just fucking butt out.. Varthur wasn't sure anymore if he had just woken up on the wrong side of the bed or if he was genuinely angry at someone, but either way it was different from his usual demeanor and there was no telling if it was for the best. Maybe he just wasn't entirely sober yet.

Varthur returned to his normal self as Ms Roselle’s presence became known, causing him to jump back at her screaming only to sigh as Mr. Drone and Ms. Roselle’s comedy act ensued as usual leading to an eventual seating arrangement. “Laurence and Lee” Varthur shrugged slightly as a seating arrangement beat the other possible options as he turned around a few times to find that Yumi had already left to find her own seat. Varthur figured he could see her later, assuming she already considered him a friend. He wasn’t really sure what they were, but she seemed nice enough to consider as one, then again maybe she was nice to everyone. When Varthur reached his seat, he found Yumi sitting by the aisle with a vacant window seat. “Oh you’re Lee..” Varthur scratched his head laughing sheepishly having forgotten her surname before attempting to squeeze through. “I’m last name Laurence..” he clarified as he lightly pushed the seat in front of theirs back to fit through the small gap to reach his window seat before plopping down, leaning his elbow against the window, hand dangling downwards as he took a deep breath in just as the bus started heading back for school, hoping not to get travelling sickness.

As Varthur sat down in his assigned seat next to Yumi, he had noticed her facial expression change into a stunned look from out the corner of his eyes as to avoid awkward direct staring. Varthur was admittedly surprised too at how often he was bumping into this girl but he was more concerned on that stunned look of hers, if it was in a negative or positive light. He rested an elbow over the little provided windowsill with a clenched fist under his chin as his eyes’ attention drifted to the beach stay they were leaving behind. Soon, it was back to school and studying, and although Varthur didn’t dislike studying, he wasn’t sure if going back to school would even feel okay again considering all that had happened. He had seen a new fearless Akira who didn’t mind removing her top and revealing her bra as much as Sera in the company of males. Such an act to Varthur was off-putting as he would consider his type of women to be more conservative. He wasn’t sure if it was as a result of his father’s influence and he was just being closed-minded or if his value on being conservative originated from elsewhere. Either way at this point, he had decided within himself that Akira was not his type and she had the right to do or flaunt whatever she wanted. "I’m glad I'm sitting next to you...Varther.."

Varthur’s trail of thought poofed as he turned his head to face the voice coming from beside him and he smiled softly as he recalled he was sitting beside Yumi; a girl who appeared kind but delicately shy. She had spoken to him and was now blushing; Varthur of all people who blushed a lot himself was one to know. Yumi’s head then lowered seemingly to avoid his gaze after saying what she did, fidgeting with her hair. The junior girl then let out a sigh, Varthur just continuing to observe as she laid back against her seat and closed her eyes. Perhaps she was tired. Varthur sat upright in his seat but continued to glance over at the soundly sleeping girl time and time again during the bus trip. There was no denying she was cute and that he had made small advances like approaching her a few times and even going so far as to hold her hand which were new experiences for the single senior but he was almost certain this was just a phase and he wasn’t liked that way. Crushes and fangirls were left for guys like Silas, guys like Varthur who were maybe seen as nerds or teacher’s pets weren't viewed as attractive at all. The only thing he was missing was a pair of eyeglasses. Varthur rubbed his tired eyes from the uncomfortable sleep he had last night before resting his own head against the window, sparing one glance again over to his seatmate as her long blue hair beautifully flowed around her neck and shoulders. Friends huh? Maybe that’s enough and I’m rushing.. Was his last thought before he fell asleep.

He woke up as Mr Drone enthusiastically announced at the front of the bus with his usual loud almost giant-like voice, “Here we are! Everybody off,off, off for the Nominations! I know how tired you gangsters are and want to go home so the sooner we get this done, the sooner you can!” The Gym teacher although energetic as always, it was obvious that he was a little disheartened which was probably the result of his bicker with Ms Roselle that hadn’t exactly died down. Regardless, seeing as it was time to get off, Varthur looked out the window to see some students already off and gathered along the outside of the bus in front of the school gates eager to go home but knowing they had to stay a bit longer for the class president nominations. Heh, almost forgot it’s that time of the week.. Varthur stretched but didn’t get out of his seat yet knowing Yumi was the one seated by the aisle and he didn’t want to have to squeeze past her again. Not sure if she was awake or not, Varthur lightly patted the top of her head.

"Yumi..Has your brothers been bothering you." An older man said, stepping near a white bed and smiling at the small child that was in the covers. "Hm?" The girl looked away. "Come on you can tell me.." With a little urge, he saw the girl turn and pout. She blurted everything out. "They always bother me Uncle Akashi!" She felt her eyes sadden. "...And I dont know why.." Suddenly a large hand ruffled her blue hair and she began to swat him away. "Ill take care of them."

"Akashi.." She murmurs, stirring awake from her dream and suddenly began to lean into the touch of Varther. But clearly she didn't realize that it wasn't her uncle. So Waking up in a sudden rush, she took a moment to determine what had woken her. It was only till she saw her vision clear and sharpen, that it revealed.. Black hair..and-!
Her eyes widened. 'Eh..' "S-..Sorry." She drew back trying to keep composure, only to stand up rigidly, before stepping out to the aisle. Her cheeks turned apple red and she began to fumble around, trying to distract herself. 'Luggage..Luggage.' She looked around, and took her bags. "um.." She glanced at Varther not sure what to say. "I-i'll see you later." With that she quickly walked off, steaming...

How embarrassing.

'How can I do that..' Yumi whined, tugging at her hair in slight frustration, but sighed seeing it hopeless to mope. It never did help..
"Well I better go do something.." She mumbled, checking her phone. 'Maybe i should call Oni-sa-' She stopped. No no no. She shouldn't, She couldn't. Her brothers were.. She shivered. 'Bad Idea.' And as if the devil was watching her, her phone vibrated. "hm?" Looking back down, she chocked slightly.
Caller ID: Ryuu
"What should I do.." Yumi thought helplessly, pondering on whether to pick up or not. If she did, her brother could end her day for her.. and if she didnt... he could still at home.
She'll never hear the end of it.
'Gah.' Clicking the answer, she slowly held up the device. "Y-yes...?" Suddenly a loud roar was heard and she held her phone tightly, making sure she didnt throw it meters away. "Yumi, Im in jail, bust me out." She blinks. "W-whut.." He couldnt be serious.. It was the third time this month! "why?" She asked worried, but regretted it so.
"Haha! You fell for it! Baka~" The voice teased, but in the middle of the chuckle, he continued with his main motive. "Anywaysss, I just need to check up on you, Dads worried." Yumi sighed. "Im fine though."
"Oh I know~" She blinks and one brow raised. "W-" She realized her brother hanged up on her. 'What does that mean?'
Not really sure, she stared at the phone and warily slipped it back into her pocket. "well..I guess I'll go do what I was meaning to do for a while besides.." She looked around and shuffled into the school. "Not everyone is in yet..."

Yumi was hoping to sign up for a club, so she can interact with people more. But deciding in front of people got her nervous.. Thus, she'll take this as a chance! Running down the hall in a easy pace, Yumi saw the board. "F-finally." She panted. 'heh..guess no sports then...' She flushed, her chest tighetning..."But what else is there?"

Swimming, No, soccer no, and defiantly not track..Disappointed, the girl was about to draw back until she saw a sign with large letters saying "Join Choir/Band!" Her heart jummped. Leaning foreward, Yumi stared at the form and felt the corner of her lips upturn. All the embarressments of the day seemed to vanish in thin air. 'This is mine.'

Taking out a pen, Yumi paused before signing away, pleased. As she did so, she saw the other one on the list.

1. Momo Yakamoto

'That pink haired girl..' She blinks, remembering her from the bus and it was hard not too, her hair was pretty "loud." 'But im not the one to talk.' Sighing a bit, she smiled softly, then took a step back. Hopefully, everything will go out well..

Turning away, she started down the hall towards class, suddenly feeling great.

[OOC: fast and quick, so again not the best post, but please bear with me ><]

It wasn't long before their teacher, Mr. Drone arrived and Varthur had shook startled in his seat from the sound of an earthquake approaching which turned out to be just the image of a large man struggling to fit through a doorway. Upon realisation of what was really happening, he let out a sigh of relief before slouching, leaning forward on his desk with folded arms more relaxed than earlier. While Mr. Drone was an evidently loud and noisy guy, he was also casual and easy to get along with so long as you didn't make fun of him and cause him to cry. "You're my senior dawgs! You know how it goes down.. due to camp, we will only be nominating two from our class today, then we go home, then tomorrow... IT'S COMPETITION TIME. ROLL UP.. ROLL UP. WE'RE TAKING BETS ON MR SO AND SO - AND LADY SO -SO. Who will be our.. CHAMPIONNNNNNNN?!" Varthur's ears had popped at the announcement that he decided to use one hand to pat over his left ear over and over at a head tilt angle which looked more like something had gotten stuck and he was trying to make whatever it was fall out. By the time his ears unblocked though, he unexpectedly heard his name.

"Varthur." In his surprise, he looked over in the direction from where the voice was coming from and realised he had been nominated by Silas. Whaaat? why?!? He stood up from his seat suddenly, both hands firmly grasping the edges of his desk about to open his mouth and state his opinion until.. "I nominate Kei." His head turned faster than a speeding bullet as Akira nominated Kei as his opponent. Well, shit. Varthur thought to himself starting to turn his attention over to Kei before shaking his head as he remembered what he was going to say. He gulped about to open his mouth but instead sighed and stared at the closest wall. It made sense the more he thought about it. He was probably nominated because he was seen as the 'Nerd' guy in the class but truth was, he wanted to change that. The beach excursion had made him realise that he was pretty hopeless with not just alcohol but dealing with women. He had frankly screwed up and had just hit lucky that Yumi wasn't stuck with a bad impression of him. Akira probably hated his guts for him being so straight forward and so did Momo. Maybe even the other girls like Sera didn't think so highly of him. Heck, he wasn't sure any more who he could call friend. Kaoru had seemed to talk to him normally back on the bus but the kid was doing better with girls than he was. It was rather embarrassing. In the end, he had decided that being a class president wouldn't help the image he was trying to lean towards.. something more 'cool' and 'charming' if possible.

He looked around the classroom filled with other seniors and wondered what everyone thought of him and if there had been people talking behind his back about his drunken behaviour. Maybe Varthur was just being paranoid but to him being nominated was a big deal. He would have to be a leader and he wasn't sure if anyone would even listen let alone follow him after last night. Why not do both? A voice echoed in the back of his mind. Maybe, he could change and maybe, this extra responsibility wasn't a hindrance to changing but an opportunity to prove that last night had been a mistake. "Well, alright.." Varthur said with an unrecognisable low tone of voice and stopped gripping his desk, allowing his arms to relax by his sides. A confident but friendly smile surfaced his face as he straightened his posture. "I accept." He nodded firmly at Mr Drone before turning to Kei, placing his hands in his pockets as he used the side of his shoe to tuck in his chair under the desk. "Looking forward to it."




Ms. Roselle had stormed her way to the juniors homeroom class knowing she was late. She had been held up while interfering with a fight that had broken out between two sophomore students. Both sophomore students ended up beaten by the teacher instead of by each other which was much worse. Although Ms. Roselle had the look of a well grown woman, she was ruthless and merciless, all other aspects of her surprisingly unladylike. The door had slammed open then shut behind her as she marched her way to her desk and swatted aside a pile of books that had been sitting there that created a mess of flying papers as she plopped in her seat. She cracked her knuckles twice before looking up from her desk with serious unforgiving eyes. "We don't have time so let's cut to the chase.. I want two students' names for nominations then we can all go home. Simple." Ms. Roselle didn't bother explaining the details as she continued cracking her knuckles impatiently.

Unlike him, Kei didn't appear enthused about being elected and Varthur knew that part of the reason may be because Akira was the one who dragged him into it. After last night, he knew Akira was in a bit of a rocky situation with other people and he naturally wanted to be the one to step up like he had when he reassured her back on the bus before reaching the beach but things had changed quickly. Varthur learned that nice guys finished last with girls like her and he wasn't going to compete with Silas. His efforts at being a good friend felt wasted and unappreciated which was probably why he lashed out at her verbally when he was drunk. Initially, he was going to apologise but he was having second thoughts about it all. Then there was Yumi, a junior girl whom he had somewhat pressured into the party but she hadn't minded. Even till now, she was as nice as ever towards him although they had been a little awkward in each other's company ever since. They hadn't known each other long but he was sure that she had a good heart and wouldn't mind getting to know each other more.

Varthur snapped out of his thought trail as a loud smack sound directed his attention over towards the front of the classroom He was surprised but at the same time, not surprised to see Devone towering over a seated Silas. So he finally got the slap.. Varthur sighed as he watched Devone pack up and exit the classroom as she normally did, acting as if the slap was an every day chore she had just finished. Silas on the other hand despite getting a slap from a scorned woman, looked smug. Did..I miss something? He didn't predict Silas to be happy about a slap. Didn't that mean he was rejected for once? The bell rang and echoed annoyingly through the school as a headache started for Varthur who didn't take hangover effects well. Not having anything more to say to any of his senior peers, he left the classroom and unexpectedly fell flat to the ground without warning like a piece of dead wood.

When he regained consciousness, he felt hot.. not the turned on or sexy hot but temperature hot. At first, he thought he was coming down with a fever until his eyes opened and was welcomed by intense sunlight. Covering his eyes quickly, he sat up and waited for his eyes to stop watering from the brightness. How long was I out..for? Varthur asked himself as he stood up and looked around at where he was. Fuck, the rooftop?! He walked around trying to gain his bearings and memory but things didn't fit. He had no freaking idea how he ended up on the rooftop unless someone thought it would be funny to drag him all the way up the stairs. Varthur checked himself with a pat down in the case he had been stolen from. The rooftop tended to be the main hang out for the school gangs and rebels. It wouldn't surprise him if they thought it'd be funny to pick on the senior nerd and possible class president.

"Well at least there's a nicee--" Varthur walked over to the edge only to end up with a horrified expression. "-view?!?" He intended to scream out the word but it escaped his mouth in the form of a light whisper as he could only stand back and observe the world in motion with utter horror. Not believing what he could see with his own eyes, he set out to all different corners of the rooftop only to find the same thing under north, west, south and east perspectives. There were rotting corpse-like figures walking.. and feeding on people. Varthur covered his mouth and bent down, fighting the temptation to barf. Come on man.. there must be a logical explanation! he regained his composure and took one more look only this time, focusing more on the school surroundings. The first thing that caught his eye was that the school gates were wide open but that only left more room for panic. Those monsters were free to roam in- if they hadn't done so already.

As if on cue, the school bell rang and Varthur could only watch in terror as the monsters became attracted to the sound and freely walked right inside the school grounds. "OH, FUCK!" Varthur yelled out mostly to himself as he rubbed his forehead and turned his attention to the school's back gate which lead into the sport's area. They were coming in from there too... only.. he wasn't the only one screaming. Soon, his knees buckled as he heard the cries of his helpless classmates from down below as they were unexpectedly grabbed, bitten and torn apart. With urgency, he kept looking around for people he recognised, friends..unexpectedly spotting an all too familiar pink haired girl sleeping within a soccer goal net. She was his enemy yes, but she wasn't a bad person. The last thing he wanted was to watch someone he had grown up with, die. "MOMO, RUNNNN!" he yelled at the top of his lungs just as two arms grabbed him from behind.

Varthur coughed and struggled as someone from behind continued to strangle him with their hands firmly locked around his throat. "This is-- insane." Varthur said to himself before falling back onto the body of whomever was trying to kill him. When the black haired boy finally looked down at the hands that were strangling him, he had figured it out though. He was being strangled by one of those... things outside. Its flesh was decaying, putrid and just sickening to look at especially up close that if his life wasn't on the line right then, he would have vomited. The culprit started groaning as Varthur turned his head to see the beast was about to nibble his neck. "Oh no you fucking don't!" Varthur managed to summon his strength and ripped off one of the arms that had been holding him down which was surprisingly weak due to the decay. He tumbled to the other side of the rooftop almost slipping off, barely catching himself not to. His uniform was covered in blood and he almost screamed like a girl when he realised he was still holding onto the ripped off limb. Varthur tossed the disgusting body part away before remembering the whole ordeal wasn't over yet. The undead male student was getting up and heading right towards him. Varthur had to move or jump off the roof. "Damn damn damn.." Varthur muttered and decided to make a break for the roof top's door which was easy considering the dead but alive guy was very slow to move. At this rate, Varthur's head was spinning in circles.

"Whatever they are.. they're dead, filthy and slow as can be.. they're also all over the place." His thoughts continued as he ran down the staircase, luckily enough not to run into more of those hideous creatures. "But if clumsy ol' me survived, I'm sure the others would too... I'm sure--" Flashbacks of the beach excursion bonfire flashed before him, the smiling faces of his peers, the embarrassment.. the tension. It wasn't all sugar and rainbows but Varthur couldn't imagine everyone dead. He paused his running as he placed his back against a wall as if he were paint, overhearing those familiar groans that left a chill down his spine and a bead of sweat dripping down his temples. He gulped, rubbing his neck where he had just been strangled earlier not planning to repeat the same scenario again. Varthur's eyes wandered over to the window. It was only one level up so how high could it be? Varthur squinted and noticed there was a tree right beside the window too... if he could just-- The sound of gum dropping from his pocket as he failed to catch it left him with no choice. The dead students were alerted to the sound and were slowly making their way so Varthur ran for the window, slide it open and made his escape by jumping onto the closest tree branch. As he jumped, his foot slipped on the windowsill and his arm barely managed to catch onto the tree branch.. that was now about to break due to his weight. "Oh.. sh--" Before he could finish his sentence, he was falling right into a pile of cherry blossoms.

Bishop panted as he dropped his weapon. The bent and bloody music sheet stand made a light ping noise as it hit the floor, but it was muffled somewhat since it landed amongst blood and gore. He looked around, a wild look in his eyes. He was running on pure survival mode, having fought 5 zombies and won. It was only 5, but facing one was still a traumatizingly difficult task. He took a step back and shivered looking down and around at would he had done. These bodies use to be people. He didn't recognize them, but his mind and stomach churned at the thought of him being a killer. He hated the thought of hurting anyone, physicaly or emotionally. And here he was surrounded by 6 dead bodies a bloody mess. "A-Alright... Remember. These aren't- people-... Anymore." He closed his blue eyes and shook again as tears streamed down his face. He had to pull himself together. This was not the time to be weak. He had to be strong, not just for other people if he met any. But for himself.

He went around the room and pulled out more pieces of the sheet music stands taking 3 stands total. Each a different size, he tucked the short jagged one he still had in his back pocket and held the other two in his hands. One was about a meter long, the other equivalent to a brunt spear. He knew enough about zombies to know that distance was the greatest defense. "Ok umm... Do what I know how to do... Supplies! Ok, lets get some medical supplies." He looked down and grimaced seeing his bloodied hands and lower arms. He'd have to remember not to touch his face, he didn't know how the infection was spread exactly. Whether by bite only, or just by contamination. "I guess I'm lucky, we Americans always fantasize so much about zombies." He smiled a bit remembering his 'Zombie Survival Guide' book he got a while back. Bishop actually wished he had it with him right now.

Finally, he stepped out of the class and into the hallway only poking his head through and looked in both directions. Blood, that's all he saw. Just spilled blood everywhere. The disturbing part was how high it got, obviously people where getting bit in the neck artery hence the spray patterns all over the walls and even the ceiling a bit. "Alright.... Let's get this over with." Bishop whispered quietly to himself, it seemed to help and kept his thoughts focused on the task. Speaking his natural language English, also didn't muddy anything up there was no room for mistakes here. Quietly, he crept down the hallway looking for a backpack. He kept the make shift spear held close and tried to keep it away from the walls and anything else so he wouldn't make any noise. He stepped by a classroom and heard the now familiar sound of human flesh being eaten. He peaked inside and saw it was what appeared to be a lecture room. His eyes scanned around and found exactly what he was looking for, a backpack!! Excited that his first objective was successful he focused on the bag and sneaked inside the classroom. He had forgotten to look on either side of the door, and a hideous half eaten face approached Bishop from the side. "Ah shit!1" The junior panicked and pushed the walking corpse away the both of them falling over. This commotion got the attention of the other zombie who had no turned to Bishop. He cursed and scrambled to his feet, he made a split second decision and stupidly ran for the bag. He slung it on his shoulders and spun to see the zombie he pushed half way to standing up and looked around assessing how bad he screwed up. fortunately, both of the sluggish creatures weren't completely up, but that didn't leave them exempt from lunging at him. So Bishop simply rushed for the door and lowered his spear towards the zombie nearly in his path mentally planning out what to do when his would-be predator did attack. Right before the door, the zombie lunged at Bishop but was met with the flat end of a metal pole hitting the zombie at the base of the neck. Bishop flinched slightly not being entirely ready for the collision as the zombie was merely deflected as if he was jousting and sprinted out the door. Taking a split second he shut the door behind him, to prevent the two from a pursuit and slid to the opposite end of the hallway. He panted, eyes wide once again as the door shook from being struck. Bishop looked around not seeing anyone in the hall, yet thinking here was not the best place to stay.

Bishop had a new goal. Find the nurse's office and get supplies, he crept along silently down a new hallway analyzing everything he saw. He knew this was a bad place to be, despite him being on the ground floor. He only had two avenues of escape, and the classrooms only offered him a temporary moment of time if he got surrounded. But was ultimately a trap, unless there were windows. "This is bad.... This is really bad." He was alone, cut off and by himself. He could only hope to wonder who was alive, and who wasn't. He started to think about his friends. Momo, Sera, Silas, Miami.... He frowned and stopped in his tracks his eyes watering up. He felt an exhausting hopelessness push what felt like the world on him. Bishop had grown up, not having very many friends his entire life and his close ones he knew only for a little while since he moved around so much. But nothing compared to this. Everyone he knew could possibly be dead and there was nothing he could do about it. That's what made him feel terrible, not that his loved ones could die or be dead. But there was not a thing in the world that he could do to start it. His phone buzzed snapping Bishop out of his depressing trance. "No..." He picked up his phone and nearly shouted with joy seeing it was his home number. He was about to answer when he heard a growl from down the hall. The junior froze and turned around not seeing anything. He stopped and listened, feeling his cell phone vibrant in his hand as another long moan echoed down the hall. One- he hoped one- was coming this way. He looked around and decided to duck in a classroom this time looking around the door before he got in. He silently shut the door and answered the phone on the last ring. "Hello? Mom? Dad? "Oh thank god! I knew you'd be fine son. Honey, I got him! He's okay." Bishop smiled hearing his mother shout to him over the phone, he could hear the relief in their voices. "Now son, I need you to tell me. Where are you? And what's your situation." Bishop whispered silently everything he knew about.... Well, everything that was going on around him. He stopped talking when he heard a growl outside the door. He waited with baited breath as the zombie slowly stumbled it's way past his door and moved on, he about another minute to make sure it was safe to talk again. "Yeah, I'm fine. One just walked past me." "Well it looks like you're taking care of yourself son. Me and your mother are holed up in the house, your uncles are here too. Everything is fine and no one is hurt. We both want you to get here as soon as you can alright? "Dad, I gotta find my friends... I can't leave them here. I-" "No need to explain son. I know you, now you just promise me this. I want you to remember everything I taught you ok? Help anyone you can but remember.... Some people you can't help. You have to know that. If it's a bad spot son, and it's them or you. Me and your mother would prefer you ok?" Bishop swallowed hard and nodded his head. "Ok... Can I talk to mom?" Bishop talked to his mother briefly repeatedly saying how much he loved her and dad. He even got a quick comment from his two godfathers. "We'll keep in touch son with some texts. You do the same, but call whenever you can got it? And keep that phone charged, for now it seems the government hasn't shut off the phones. Take care, be safe.... I love you." "I love you too dad."

Bishop hung up his phone and sighed. He smiled feeling stronger than ever. His family was safe, more than half of that weight on his body seemed to be lifted off. All he needed to do now, was try and find his friends before he went home. "Maybe I can even take them with me.." Bishop perked up more, his mind racing with plans and ideas already thinking of what might happen and how to plan accordingly. "Alright, lets do this/" With hardened eyes and a new confidence Bishop stood up and moved towards the door. "First things first... Find the nurses office." Bishop snuck out of the class without any incident and made his way down the hall, he stopped at basically an intersection and looked around. "Hmmm..." He saw a sign on the wall, covered in blood. Pulling up a sleeve, Bishop wiped the blood away and read the sign. ”Oh, you gotta be kidding me… Just like a freakin movie, nothing can be easy. Let’s go to building A then.” Bishop sighed and silently dashed away to make his way outside. Surprisingly it went without incident, he saw several zombies but the ones he got close to were too busy feeding.
Creeping through the door Bishop had to squint since it was so bright compared to inside the school, he didn’t realize it until now but almost all of the lights inside the building were out. Almost… Glancing around, he instantly saw that this was going to be no walk in the park. He was in the courtyard and needed to go across, but it was as if a sea was just out wondering about looking for anything to nibble on. He hoped not him. ”Fuck alright… Be quiet, don’t get surrounded… Kill what you can-must… Ok Bishop, let’s go.” He stepped off of the stoop and glided down the stairs easily his head on a constant swivel. He wasn’t running, that would be too loud and being as morbidly terrified as he was he was bound to miss something. <Relax ok…. They obviously can’t run. No need to outrun myself.> His breath hitched as a zombie stumbled towards Bishop groaning. He stiffened his body and jutted his make shift spear out aiming for the out and- He missed. He his the side of the eye making it pop out of it’s socket grotesquely. [color]”Shit..”[/color] He went for it again this time hitting his mark, the pipe went through the eye socket with startling ease ramming into the brain cavity. The zombie let out a breath and collapsed pulling itself free from the weapon. ”H-Holy crap I-“ There was no time to reflect, whether he wanted to celebrate or throw up. Probably both…


Bishop pushed on, now more in a hurry seeing as he had attracted some attention to himself, he was about halfway around the courtyard when he saw someone fall out of a window and into a tree then flop on the ground(Varther). ”Oh my god..” Bishop stopped and looked around. There were dozens of zombies lurking, most likely more and a good number were already zeroing in on him. He looked to see the person that feel, barely able to make him out. He was at a crossroads now. Leave the person? Or try and help? Within several seconds his mind processed a millions things. What if he’s dead now? What if he’s a zombie? What would I do if he was bit? I should listen to what my dad said. But I have to help him? Do I have to help him? Can he be helped? How much time do I really have? Bishop looked back and sighed deciding to sprint over to the fallen person (Varther). He knelt down beside who he could clearly tell was a man and flipped the over. He smiled for just a second seeing that it was his senior, Varther!! He checked over the senior seeing if there was any blood or anything that wasn’t right with the body as far as ligaments jutting in the wrong direction. ”Varther!! Varther~!Hey you ok? Are you with me, hey come on. We gotta go. Can you get up? I need you to get up, move!!” Despite how scared Bishop was, his voice came across strong and demanding, and above all urgent. If Varther Was coherent Bishop would help him up, if not then the senior would have to be lifted by the younger blonde. Zombies were closing in, and their window to escape was rapidly closing.

"Shit, come on man.... I got you." Bishop grunted as he hefted the passed out senior (Varthur) over his shoulders in a fireman's carry. This left his arms free, or mostly free so he could defend himself better. He wobbled a little bit getting use to the weight now on his back, distributing it so he had the best balance possible. When everything was squared away, Bishop looked around to see how bad the situation was. Zombies in their typical fashion followed one another and now a sizeable number of the zombies in the courtyard were now after him wanting a mid day snack. "Fuck..." Bishop ran off towards building 'A' to try and get Varthur to the infirmary, dodging and jousting his way through zombies that got too close. He was so glad he had found the music stands, they were great at keeping distance but he was constantly worried about piercing a zombie..... Then he would be screwed. In the back of his mind however, he had already devised a plan if things went south. He didn't acknowledge it or even like the thought of it but it had to be done. If a zombie grabbed onto him, or Varthur he was prepared to drop the senior on his shoulder to better his chances of escape. It was wrong and cruel, but it was also the harsh reality of their situation. Bishop had to keep his promise to his family, as well as try and help other people. And he would be no good to anyone dead, because he couldn't let go.

Bishop knocked over a zombie that blocked his path to a stoop leading up to building 'A' when an epiphany sparked in his brain. His eyes widened suddenly seeing the long term consequences of his plan if he did just duck inside the building. Most of the zombies in the courtyard were already trying to get to him, and going inside the school house would just put him into a tight space where he could get cornered of cut off even if the infirmary was there. Not a smart move, especially thinking if other people were inside he would endanger them as well. So Bishop swallowed the lump in his throat and tackled his rising fear. He pivoted on his heels and ran as faster as possible towards the building that Varthur had just fallen out of, hoping the zombies would follow. He could find a way to escape that later (hopefully soon) and then make his way to where he wanted to go.

Bishop weaved his way back, taking just a few risks getting closer then he would like but the entire time he kept his cool and met every threat with a hard jab from his music sheet stand. He finally made it through once again starting to feel exhausted, his leg were heavily fatigued as well as other part of his body from carrying an older senior (Varthur) on his back through all this. He climbed up the short steps and kicked the door open actually trying to make quite a bit of noise. He looked inside and saw.... More zombies. Glancing back a small crowd were encroaching on the stoop behind him so he slammed the door shut and flipped a dead bolt only to turn and feel a cold hand grip his collar. It felt as if ice water had been soaked on his neck, seeing the dead eyes of a school peer open it's bloodied maw to try and bite him. But fortunately he wouldn't be a victim any time soon. With a quick thrust, Bishop pushed the jagged edge of his spear through the bottom fleshy part of the jaw and penetrated right into the base of the skull and the brain cavity. He froze for a minute as the zombie collapsed dislodging itself from his weapon. What happened next was sort of a blur, it all happened so fast but also felt as if it was all in slow motion. Growling, the sound of metal ripping flesh and hitting bone. He dispatched the dead with a tenacious ferocity, unexpected from the usually peaceful junior. Bishop panted staggering to Varthur and hauled him up again on his shoulders. "Upsy-daisy come on..." He unsteadily walked through the main hall of the school as quick as he could, hearing glass shatter as the zombies broke through the door he locked. Bishop looked around being in what appeared to be the main intersection of hallways for this building where the staircase was. All of his senses were on alert, more specifically his sight and hearing. He heard growls and moans from seemingly everywhere, which didn't serve well to the human psyche. "I need some space...." Bishop decided to ascend the stairs seeing that zombies always just roamed tot the last place they saw their prey, as well as they had a hard time going up stairs... Or he hoped. That's what they said in the comics anyways. Bishop went up as quietly as possible, trying to control his breathing. He heard rustling upstairs, from what appeared to be more trapped zombies just trying to roam about. He looked inside a classroom and saw that it was a science lab. "As good as I can get for now.."

Bishop set Varther down outside the door and peaked in to make sure it was clear, there was only one zombie and it was lying on the floor. One of it's legs were missing and hadn't noticed him yet. He dragged Varthur inside the lab and shut the door before he crept over to the handicapped flesh eater. His face was hard as he looked down at the once student with indifference. The zombie looked up to him and groaned beginning to reach a hand out, but a sharp stab into it's eye killed it ending the attempt to nab Bishop. The blonde sighed and backed away setting down his weapon. He looked to his hands seeing a mix of old dried and fresh cold blood covering them. He was going to wipe his forehead but thought against it. His mind began to wonder how the disease was transferred. Was it by bodily fluids? Or was it blood only? And on top of that, was it only by bite? Or any touch on an open wound would get them infected and turned? He decided not to worry about that right now and moved to Varther. Bishop moved to the eye washing station in the lab and used the water and some soap to clean himself off a bit. The simple act actually improved his morale by quite a bit. Once that was done, he did a personal inspection of his body to see if he had gotten hurt but never noticed. Everything checked out fine. Bishop then went to his phone and saw he had missed a text message from his dad, jsut quick check up. He texted real quick how he was, and his where abouts then slipped his phone in his pocket. Only to pull it back out and looked at his phone. He realized if he could contact his parents, why not his friends? Bishop went through his contacts. "Maybe..." The juniors heart began to race as he thought about the friends he knew, wondering where they were. He had a sudden urge to call them, but wondered if he might get them killed... That thought frightened him. But he had to risk it. He scrolled through the list of names, realizing how few contacts he had and fell on Momo's name and scrolled some more seeing Sera's, he would try their numbers first. He even thought of Devone, Silas and Miami but actually never got their numbers. He sighed and hit the send button, calling Momo subconsciously more concerned about her. He felt that Sera could handle herself, she wasn't the 'damsel in distress' type. "Please be alive.... And please don't be in a bad spot." Personally, Bishop would be ready to dash out the door and come to his friend's aid if need be. He listened as the ring tone went off in his ear. Bishop turned to look at Varthur and frowned. This was bad...

Silas Fuerst

"What? Fuck- Get off," Silas growled, but turned as he felt hands grab at him and keep him back from the door. The Junior was holding him back. Silas flicked his gaze towards the doors. It sounded like the aikido class had arrived. They also sounded gutturally pissed. He paused, glaring down at the Junior as he/she released him. Silas allowed a smirk to quirk up his lips while he watched their face humble. It usually took more than that for people to let him go.

The Junior wasn't looking at him though, rather… past him. Silas glanced towards the gym doors just as the racket outside picked up and they suddenly slammed open. What looked to be a few uncoordinated students fell in, and then slowly picked themselves up with more groaning and griping than was necessary. Silas frowned. Maybe this wasn't the aikido club after all.

With casual curiosity he continued to watch them, searching the crowd for their coach, but the incessant groaning was rubbing the wrong way against his nerves.

"Ach das noch! It was just a fall, you lot sound worse than my inebriated grandmother-" He fell quiet when one of the slouching students turned to look at him… with an empty eye socket.


Silas stepped past the second corpse that tried to reach for him, and caught the metal bat that the Junior threw his way. Pensively, he cocked his head and stared into the dead student's eye as the shuffling thing groaned again. Silas suddenly turned towards the junior and flashed a bright grin.

"YES!" he shouted, pumping his fist out, "knew it! Not late!" The loud crack of a zombie's head connecting with a bat met his exaltation, and Silas watched the gray skinned former-student's head fly across the gym and rebound off the wall. He was impressed; the junior had a solid swing. Something groaned behind him as an arm, or rather the cracked radius of a person, groped handless over his back, startling him. Silas looked over his shoulder, regarding the gurgling bloody mess of the dead student's face with a deep frown, and then turned to give the creature a firm shove to the solar plexus.

"I wouldn't kiss you if you offered me a million euros and a bottle of peppermint Schnäpse for that breath."

It fell rather easily, off-balance as it crumpling to the floor, and didn't attempt to get up. Instead it began to crawl towards him. Silas lifted his shoe, stepping down on it's injured arm, but instead of crying out in pain, it reached for him with it's other arm and opened it's mouth. Silas' frown deepened. He stared for a moment, fingering the metal bat and testing it's weight in his hands before he swung it down on the groping dead arm, cracking and breaking off the appendage at the elbow's joint with more ease than he expected. Casting a roguish smile Natsu's way, he could see the junior was holding their own. This was too strange to be reality.

A pressure came down on his ankle. Silas glanced back down in disgust and surprise to see the thing's rotting mouth stretched open, trying to bite through the cuff of his jeans. With a swift double-handed swing, he crunched his bat into the side of it's head before it could get a good enough purchase to lock-jaw, and felt the metal break through the bone of the student's skull.

Shrugging his shoulders back, Silas looked down at the gore at his feet and the slouching dead around him and laughed. Oh, he knew what was going on here.

"Shit, I must be looking forward to halloween huh? It shows, it shows…" He mumbled to himself as he walked towards Natsu, swinging his bat at the shufflers that got too close. "You can't play the field if you're stuck inside all day," Silas smiled to himself, his fingers reached out to wrap around the Junior's wrist and he yanked Natsu along with him, "time to go, darling."

They headed quickly towards the Gym's doors and for the field. He looked down gestured with his chin for Junior to follow.

"Aim for their heads."

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They had made it out of building E, but not without a good deal of running and some bruises. Silas undid his tie and wound it around his knuckles as he took off his blood-stained shirt.

"Better than a video game," Silas laughed to himself, high off the adrenaline and the hot blood pumping through his veins. He shrugged his blood-speckled shoulders, shaking off the bruising he had received, "best trip I've ever experienced. I'm a bit disappointed, though." He looked behind them at the groaning figures, "there aren't any of those rainbow dragons this time…" he mused with a indulgent smile, and swung his bat, "too bad, they were pretty. Common' short stuff, pick your feet up! Deutschland, Deutschland, UBER ALLES! UUUUBER ALLLES…"

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The tall, shirtless figure could be see across the lawn, cheerfully swinging the metal bat by his side and tugging what looked to be a junior behind him. Every so often, he would release the junior's arm to take a robust swing at one of the shambling figures' heads, and a loud crack would be heard followed by a whoop and a bellowed number. Then he would gather up his partner's arm and resume his long strides with the Junior in tow. He wasn't listening to what she/he was saying, if the Junior was saying anything at all, rather content at the moment with humming loudly to the tune of Germany's anthem. He was happily relieved to realize that he didn't have practice after all. No need to sweat to death in this heat, and the burning cars and buildings didn't help with the quality of the air. Although, he knew he was probably strewn over someone's couch somewhere on a fucked up dosage of LSD, raging through hallucinations and sweating his balls off anyway. Silas smiled. Nothing like a little back-to-school relaxation.

Silas whistled as he sauntered past one of the buildings, and then stopped, taking a few steps back to cast a curious glance back into the window of the science building. Was that…. Bishop? It looked like the bloodied blond was carrying someone on his shoulders, but Silas lost sight of the pair as Bishop turned up the stairs.

"Come, Junior, I see we've still got some friends." Silas pulled Natsu after him as he entered the building, stalking after Bishop as he followed the direction of the blond Junior's path. Bishop was taking pains to be quiet it seemed. Perhaps he should do the same...

Silas pushed open every lab door quietly and checked inside, until he came to the fifth classroom. It opened and to his surprise, stopped a fraction of the way. A body on the ground stopped the door. Silas shoved it open and stepped over the dead corpse, his eyes scanning the dark of the classroom. They alighted on blond hair, and he grinned.

Silas looked down at the the figure lying at Bishop's feet sprinkled with broken cherry blossom branches. He stared for a second, taking in Bishop's fretting over what seemed to be an unconscious blossom-covered varthur, who by all accounts looked to be every bit the damsel in distress. A slow, languid smile broke out over Silas' face.

"BAHahaha! This is just like that one dream I had!" guffawing, Silas announced his arrival, laughing heartily about something to do with nurse Bishop, an unconscious Varthur, flowers and whipped cream... Of course, this was a slightly bloodier version of that dream than he remembered it being. Kinky. His laughter quieted to a chuckle as he swung the gore-covered bat in a lazy arc around his hand and eyed the pair slouchers that were groaning beyond the classroom door and trying to force their way in.

Bishop Trander

Bishop's heart nearly skipped a beat when he heard Momo's voice on the other side. He was so grateful!! “Hello, Bishop is that you?” "Yes! Thank god you're ok, where are-" “Bishop listen.. there are zombies.. zombies are real so please believe me and keep safe.” "Momo, trust me I believe you." It was a little frustrating to talk, given that the both of them were strung up on high emotion along with tension but it was something he just had to deal with. "Where are you, I'm-" “Bishop, I’m going to save someone. Please help Sera… she’s stuck in an elevator in Building A. I’ll text a meeting point soon.. but if I don’t… don’t look for me. Just please help Sera!” Being cut off again he cursed and was about to shout into the phone for more info, or to try and convince the junior (Momo) otherwise but it was too late. He sighed looking at his phone, seeing that their conversation lasted barely over a minute. <I always had a feeling she was strong willed but....> Bishop gripped his phone tightly and was going to see if there were any other numbers he could called until he heard the door move.

"Shit!!" Bishop quickly threw his phone into his pocket and grabbed the broken sheet stand that was leaning against the wall and rushed towards the door ready to meet the next threat. Bishop instinctively leaped in front of Varther ready to defend his senior with his life, his eyes were hard and dangerous ready to pounce and strike with deadly force. A foreign expression from those that knew him. However, something much to his surprise and gratitude appeared instead. "BAHahaha! This is just like that one dream I had!" Bishop's eyes widened in shock, partly from finally SEEING someone was still alive, but also the strange way Silas was acting, who also seemed to have another blonde.... Boy? (Natsuki) in two. "Jesus christ Silas..." Bishop eased up, but shivered the adrenaline still keeping the junior on edge. He looked over the both of them, seeing how Silas swung his bat, as if he was just meandering about in a park without a care in the world. Did he not fully gauge what kind of situation they were in?

The junior looked down to Varther and sighed kneeling to finally get a good look at the senior and check for injuries. The main one he was concerned about were bite marks. If he found one... Well, he didn't want to think about it. As he continued to check out Varthur he looked to Silas and his fellow blonde (Natsuki) again smiling a tiny bit. "It's good to see some friendly, living faces..." He looked to Natsuki specifically, keeping his friendly demeanor but his eyes.... His eyes betrayed him. It wasn't intentional, but due to the current situation Bishop was thinking in a different capacity and though his intentions were pure. Darker thoughts and scenarios were going about in the back of his mind, she might be able to see this. His mind ticking away, taking pieces and putting together a rough picture. Something potentially dangerous, if applied for wicked motives. He was sizing her up, not to judge but to see and guess what she could hold up to. The girl looked athletic, which was a bonus. The three of them all were athletes, save for the lone dark haired senior Varther who from what he heard wasn't in that category. "I'm Bishop Trander... Junior." He nodded the..... Boy? his warm kind smile a constant, though a bit strained and tired. His brow had a gleam of sweat to it, as well as his clothes seemed slightly damp. For the past half hour or so, he had been running and fighting for his life and Varther's and the effort showed. He was fatigued.

His mind snapped as he suddenly remembered what Momo said. He stood up and looked to Silas. "Silas!! I talked to Momo, she's fine but went off to help someone. She told me that Sera is trapped in an elevator in building A." The junior's mind was already reeling, he was split between trying to find Momo or at least get back in contact with her. Or going to the aid of his friend Sera, he could at least try to call her or something. No doubt he would need the help, but they couldn't just leave Varthur here... Well they could, but the risks were hefty. This wasn't a decision he didn't feel making on his own, hopefully the two new additions could offer some insight.

Natsu Tanaka

[font=georgia]Natsu caught the blonde's smile and eyes as they both fought and she couldn't help but feel a little smile pull at her own lips. Was this a little.. fun for her? 'And damn, we're in the middle of an Apocalypse too..' Not the most appropriate times to feel a little merry, but hell it would be the last time in a while.. If she even survived this..
However- this senior thought differently- You can't play the field if you're stuck inside all day," Natsu blinked at the remaining smile on his face before being pulled along. "time to go, darling."
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"Well that was hell." Natsu murmured, resisting to wince as bruises began to form. For the last couple of minutes, they were zooming around, killing, running, killing, and oh!- running.. However this guy seemed to have no problem with it- 'He seems to Enjoy it actually.' [>>] And he wasn't helping his own case either with his next choice of words.
"Better than a video game," Silas laughed to himself, high off the adrenaline and the hot blood pumping through his veins. He shrugged his blood-speckled shoulders, shaking off the bruising he had received, "best trip I've ever experienced. I'm a bit disappointed, though." He looked behind them at the groaning figures, "there aren't any of those rainbow dragons this time…" he mused with a indulgent smile, and swung his bat, "too bad, they were pretty. Common' short stuff, pick your feet up! Deutschland, Deutschland, UBER ALLES! UUUUBER ALLLES…" "Pft.." She tightened her lips. "-heh!" With as much resistance as she put up, a large grin still emerged from her bloody face [which was an odd combination if anyone saw] and she allowed a laugh to slip. 'This guy!." She looked at him. "Wasn't so bad after all!'
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Taking a final swing at a student, she panted slightly before resuming her hold with the senior. 'Is there anyone alive?' Natsu peered up to Silas to ask, however she shook her head mentally. He was too busy humming away what she recalled was the german anthem anyways. However his answer wasn't needed, her sixth sense was tingling and not necessarily in a bad way. In the middle of this hopeful thought, she crashed into the seniors back as he seemed to suddenly backfire. 'what..' She rubbed her nose. "What is it?" The next words just brightened her day..
"Come, Junior, I see we've still got some friends."
"I think that's the best thing you've said all day Senior.." Natsu sighed happily, feeling a new sense of energy flowing in her.
Following Silas through classrooms, she stopped as soon as he did, and side stepped to see what was in front of his mountain height. A blonde hair and a black hair male- in an interesting scene. However all matters aside, she was happy to seem them- "BAHahaha! This is just like that one dream I had!" She jumped and turned to Silas slowly, holding a wary expression. "What kind of dreams are you having.." She whispered..
"It's good to see some friendly, living faces..."
"hm?" Natsu blinked, and looked towards the new voice. She scanned him up and down. Oh, she recognized him, a popular junior who seemed to know mostly everyone. He had the image of a friendly boy, and usually the "normal" one.. However she saw past that pretty face and saw the true thoughts.. He was sizing her up.. "I'm Bishop Trander... Junior."
It was hard, but his eyes said it all.. Natsu didn't blame him though, they were in a rough situation and not everyone can act like Silas. [He probably wasn't sane anyways] Besides, she would of done the same with a stranger, luckily she felt like she had enough to give. "Natsu..Tanaka.. Junior as well." She attempted a smile just to lighten the mood he was in.. but she didn't give in too much effort, he seemed to be in too much stress for her to do anything anyways.
Suddenly he turned. "Silas!! I talked to Momo, she's fine but went off to help someone. She told me that Sera is trapped in an elevator in building A." 'This was great, more people..but in an elevator..in building A. Was that even close to here?' Well, from what she saw, it was obvious that..Bishop was going through some conflict. She assumed things such as "Should they go retrieved their friends and risk the injured?" and "But which one to retrieved first."

"If I have to say anything, we definitely need to get as much aid as we can, besides the more people with us, the less zombies to kill and the easier it is at that." She peered at Bishop. "Plus, if anything, we can always split- which is a risky game but seeing how we are." She stopped to emphasize their athletic status. "I think we can survive a solo mission, and along with that, this guy is vulnerable." She nodded towards the black hair male [Varthur] "But hey, I dont know much about.. this 'Momo' or 'Sera', so decisions are for you guys to decide.."
'Wow Natsu, a little OOC are you?' She thought lamely.

[OOC: this is like the crappiest of the crap, but I was in a hurry and like the say "THE SHOW MUST GO ON"]