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Kora Neverwinter

"Life is a competition. And I intend to win."

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a character in “Yamaku Academy: School for the Disabled.”, as played by VitaminHeart

Description

Name: Kora Neverwinter

Birthday: March 29th

Height: 5'10

Weight: 142lbs (About average for her height.)

Hair color: Vivid red-orange colour, a shade she's extremely proud of. It is a little on the wavy side, it could probably hang fairly straight if she felt so inclined to pay more attention to it. It tends to be rather untidy however.

Eye color: Metallic grey.



Disability: T9 Spinal Chord injury, resulting in paraplegia.

Personality: Kora is a little difficult to get along with initially. She suffers from the upbringing double-whammy of being from a family who were both rich and entitled, and had a charming love of violence.
She's rather arrogant and caustic, and has a tendency to push into situations without thinking. She has very much a 'might is right' attitude to authority, and is happy to follow a person so long as they can prove themselves her superior in a physical sense rather than mental or emotional. If she doesn't respect authority, she with habitually act up and challenge them.

As a result of these traits, she often ends up getting into fights, seeming to see her disability as little reason not to. She becomes extremely displeased when others think of her as at all fragile as a consequence of it.

While quite clever in a sense, Kora was never the most academic of folks, and tends to be a bit disparaging of learned people. Her grades have never been excellent, though she appears to hold her own. She feels little motivation to succeed academically, putting more emphasis in athletic achievement. This has meant that she's felt quite useless and otherwise obsolete since she lost the ability to walk. It makes her very frustrated, and her stubbornness and pride prevents her ever asking for help, even with things she cannot handle.

Beyond all this bravado and temper however, Kora can be quite a decent person. She has a good sense of humor, not seeming to take herself too seriously, and being one of the first to joke about things, even in grim situations. She is quite talkative and sociable, easily slipping into conversation with others.

Above all she is extremely brave...to a degree most would would call 'suicidal'. She seems to be totally unconcerned about danger or personal safety. Perhaps as a result of her almost kamikaze mode of crisis-management, she never panics where he own safety is concerned.

Appearance: Kora is naturally a fairly tall, athletic individual from a nordic background, though as she is no longer able to stand, her height is considerably less noticable. She has something of a shallow hourglass figure, though it isn't something that she shows up to much effect. Kora has never seemed over concerned with her appearance or 'dressing herself up' so to speak.

She tends to dress quite casually and practically, hating anything overly showy or restrictive. It seems the easiest way to irritate Kora is to require some sort of formal dress from her. Her disability has resulted in lost muscle tone in her legs, something that she does her best to avoid showing off if she cant help it. The initial accident also resulted in several large and fairly noticable areas of hypotrophic scarring around her abdomen, ribs, and up along her face from her jawline to under her left eye, the skin on that cheek appearing uneven and reddish in colour, and tends to distort the corner of her mouth somewhat on that side. Kora is decidedly unashamed of these and has no trouble talking about them.





History:
Kora comes from a family of fairly high status. Her father was an industrial tychoon, the head of a large power company and owner of several mining operations. The family itself was not altogether pleasant, however. Kora was born the younger child of the family, and her birth was quite traumatic for her mother Karina and landed her in hospital for some time afterwards. A combination of that and post-natal depression resulted in her becoming extremely distant toward her youngest. Kora's father on the other hand, showed a great deal of favouritism towards her over her siblings. He praised her almost unfailingly and encouraged her to be assertive, even aggressive. It made her extremely spoiled. Kora's siblings were often disregarded in her favour, something that, in combination with her aggressive personality, mean that they were never on very good terms.

The exact nature of Kora's accident is unclear, and is something she neglects of talk about, but what is known was that after it, when it became clear that she would never recover her ability to walk, her father's favour was lost. The man had hoped to make her his successor in his business, but he could not reconcile this with her new image. To him, a wheelchair was a sign of weakness which others would capitalize on. As a result, he abandoned his plans for Kora and turned his attention to her elder brother. By then, the young woman had burned her bridges with her other siblings, and was left much to herself. She worked hard, to show that she was still independent, still strong, but her attempts made little headway. When she was told she was being sent away to school, Kora was not altogether surprised, and quite pleased. She saw it as a chance to show her own worth.

So begins...

Kora Neverwinter's Story

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Getting off the bus was always a nuisance. She'd always been told that you never truly appreciated something until you lost it, and such particularly seemed to be true when oddly mundane activities became and exercize in frustration. Hauling the wheelchair up from its place under the seat, while gripping onto the backing for balance, unfolding it, checking the brakes so she didn't got rattling off and mow down an unfortunate blind kid, pulling herself off the seat and into the chair, before flailing around beneath the seat at random until she found the large canvas bag that contained her personal effects. Only then was it possible to make progress over to the front, and wait, looking slightly awkward, as the driver pulled the ramp down onto the sidewalk to allow her to leave. It did not tend to marry up very well with her rather impatient nature, admittedly.

Kora's life had slowed down a considerable degree in the past twelve months, something she hoped that this place was going to help with.

As the young woman, a distinctive looking redhead, wheeled herself along through the gates, she took a chance to take everything in. It was impressive, nice...and big. She wouldn't like to think it was intimidating, though having spent so much time at home it was going to be a bit of a culture shock. There were students all over the place. For some it was clear enough what their problems might be. Some appeared to walk with canes, others had guide dogs, some were signing. For others, it was not so immediately evident. Kora was sure enough she fell into the former category, but she supposed it would at least save awkward questions in the long run. She had never been especially precious about her own problem, but she could imagine some people could be pretty touchy.

The redhead precariously balanced her bag of things across her lap, clasping the wheels of the chair and moving herself along through the gate and over toward the front of the school. Yes, she was nervous. She wasn't going to let anybody else know that of course. Confidence, that was key...if if you weren't particularly confident in the whole thing.

Kora had been to school before, though things were different then, because at that point she'd been the heir to a large company, she'd had the support of a well connected family...and possibly most prominently...she'd been capable of standing up. It had been about a year since the incident, but the young woman still found it difficult to define her identity since then. She didn't know why she'd picked such a time to get all philosophical, but as it stood this was the first time she'd actually had to go and be sociable and all that related nonsense. She was keen to make friends...but it was going to be awkward. Then again, what wasn't recently?


So, that was one of her her long term goals. Make friends, do well, impress her father.

She had more pressing short term goals however. The first ones being...how was she going to get upstairs to her dorm, and was she going to drop all her stuff and make a complete ass of herself in the process?

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“All students report to the main hall for the opening ceremonies.”

"That oddly makes me want to not report to the main hall," she said, her gaze drifting to her left in thought before returning to staring quite plainly at the handsome boy - manlier than most - with the cloth shielding his eyes from the world. It made her curious to see what rested underneath, but also slight irritated. Azalea was not comfortable around the blind. Why? Well, because they couldn't see her. Because who was she kidding? She certainly hadn't won her admirers and pretty much everything with her startlingly superior personality.

"Nice to meet you and all that," she said absently with a wave of her hand at the two boys, one of which she'd knocked over twice. "You may refer to me as 'Your Grace,' 'My Queen' or if you want to be boring, Azalea, Zalea, Lea or Bitch-who-thinks-I-care." She gazed up at the tall man who couldn't see her, deciding she would bed him to prove she was charming enough that her lovers didn't need sight. Azalea took his hand, placing it right over... Her right breast. "This is Danger," she said, pressing his other hand against her left. "This is Angel. You may address them accordingly," she said with a smirk.

"You lucky bastard!" a student yelled at Blind and Smexy; Azalea laughed. Funny, these people were. She'd have half of them worshipping the ground she walked on by the end of the year and the other half plotting her death.

Yamaku Academy was one of the many boarding schools she'd attended since the death of her parents when she was four, but it was the first school she'd attended for those who were biologically different-ish. That was the way she liked to address them, her, she supposed, biologically different. They could still do what everyone else did, just differently, and in her case, well, she could do more than what everyone else did.

"How long have you two been here?" she asked the boys. She tossed her long braid over her shoulder, whipping an unsuspecting student behind her across the face. She laughed, speaking an apology in between her chuckles. She'd never get tired of using her hair as a whip, it was the only reason she'd kept it that long. That and because her mother used to comb her hair and tell Azalea how beautiful her pink waves were, and that she should let her hair grow. Azalea unraveled her braids - which took a surprising amount of time - and massaged her scalp, shaking out her long, soft waves. The scent of her peach shampoo seemed to fill the campus.

Azalea checked her body, clucking her tongue at the bruises and scratches that covered her and the blood that trickled from an ugly burn from her right palm to her elbow where she'd skidded crashing into Zeal. Speaking of, "You okay?" she asked Zeal with a raise of her sculpted brow.

“All students report to the main hall for the opening ceremonies,” repeated the announcer.

"What if you're deaf?" she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes. "Let's go," she said, looping her messenger bag over her head and tucking it across her body. She lifted her hair from beneath the strap, hooked her arms around each boy's elbow and headed for the main hall. Maybe she'd actually listen this time.

Yeah, right, when the Sun rises in the West and sets in the East.

"Play the damsel in distress and get a guy to carry that for you," she said not long after to a girl with hair the colour of sunsets and persimmons. She was beautiful, even if she did look a little disheveled. "That's what I do," Azalea told her with a smirk. "My mother always said a woman's real weapon was the one between our legs," she said. Well, that was a lie. Her mother never said that, but that's what Azalea thought she might had she lived. Well, that was a lie, too. The redhead was also in a wheelchair, but Azalea doubted she liked being first noticed as someone who couldn't walk.

"That's good for rolling over people you don't like," she said, gesturing towards the girl's wheelchair. Azalea cocked her hip to one side, smiling and running her fingers through her pink iris hair. Sunset - that's what she would call her - seemed like she would be difficult to charm, but that was all part of the fun. "Leave your bags, you're beautiful enough, whoever finds it and brings it to your room will crumble to the floor at a 'Thank you.'"

“All students report to the main hall for the opening ceremonies.”

Azalea gave no reaction save a slight narrowing of her eyes and a curt, "They seem to think repetition inspires obedience. More like it inspires suicide."

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Kora was trying to work out what to do..something that the frequent announcements were not really helping with. It was hard enough to concentrate without that...when she was addressed. She looked around to see a young woman with rather startlingly pink hair, who seemed intent on persuading her into getting manipulative and getting someone to do the carrying for her.

"Not completely broken down just yet." she remarked to the girl, giving an non-comittal shrug.

Even if she hadn't been able to manage, it was highly unlikely that she would ever have attempted that. Kora wasn't really someone who flirted, or indeed attempted to charm guys on the strength of simply being a girl. Perhaps it was because she'd never gotten any attention from her mother while she was younger, or perhaps it was because she'd never really needed to. The idea of getting others to do things for her made her feel uncomfortable anyway, increasingly so since she had lost the use of her legs.
"I got it anyway. One advantage of the chair, always got a bit of storage space." she added.
She took the bag and slung the straps across the back of the chair. Fortunately she had travelled pretty light and the weight was minimal. Toppling backwards would have been a pretty embarrassing start.

"And yeah, I've already been fully testing out the wheelchair's offensive capabilities. Trouble is if you're chasing people they can always run upstairs." she stated, grinning.

"Hi everybody. The name's Kora." she stated, addressing the girl and the two other boys with her, deciding it was a good idea to introduce herself. She decided not to try and pick out what their issues were. It seemed a little disrespectful on reflection. She'd never been keen on people defining her by what she was lacking.
"Any of you know much about this place? I gotta admit I'm none the wiser. It wasn't exactly my decision to go here."

It was more announced to her that she'd been attending it, as it turned out. It hadn't really bothered her thankfully, but she was a little unsure of the whole place.

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"And yeah, I've already been fully testing out the wheelchair's offensive capabilities. Trouble is if you're chasing people they can always run upstairs." Funny, she was funny. Azalea liked her already. "Hi everybody. The name's Kora."

"Azalea, Zeal... No clue," she replied, waving at Blind and Sexy.

"Any of you know much about this place? I gotta admit I'm none the wiser. It wasn't exactly my decision to go here," Kora said, and Azalea felt for the girl. She hadn't exactly chosen to come here, either. She kind of missed the people who would beat her up to make the unfeeling girl feel now that she was so far away from it. It was fun pummelling people who were double her size and triple her in numbers.

"Nope," Azalea replied, rolling onto the heels of her feet and onto the balls of them, back and forth. She wasn't one for standing still. "Joined this year." Azalea watched Blind and Sexy closely, tucking a lazy arm around his waist and casually manoeuvring him so he faced Kora.

"Hey guys, do you hear that barking? I think somebodies collapsed. Guys, we need to help whoever is close to dying. "Hey, who's dog is that? is everything okay?" Azalea looked over her shoulder to find two girls 'talking' to four guys. Well, one was yelling and the other seemed to be... No. No. They let the boys walk away?

"You want to help whoever's dying?" she asked the tall boy, although she was still burning holes into the sleazy men's spines. She hoped they would snap. "Too bad, because someone's going to die," she said through clenched teeth, storming towards the four men. Azalea swivelled her body, smacking her shin against the backs of their knees, knocking two down and elbowing the others in the temple.

"What the hell?!" one growled, holding his throbbing head.

"If you think that's going to hurt, this is going to hurt even more," she said quietly, stomping on the boy's manhood between his legs. Well, there wasn't much there. Still, it had the desired effect of making him scream like a little baby and writh- She fell backwards. Azalea narrowed her eyes at the sight of one carrot headed boy's - who was simultaneously sniffing on an inhaler - fistful of her pink hair. As Azalea fell, she threw her body to the right as well as her right leg, knocking the boy over the head - it wasn't a clean kick - and sending them both crashing to the ground.

What they didn't know yet was she had an advantage.

While Carrot head was catching his breath on solid ground, Azalea jumped up, dodging a fist that came flying over her head. She grabbed the dark skinned, infinitely muscular boy around the waist as he came at her, swept her leg over his and threw him over her shoulder, just to held he descent to the cold hard ground below.

The one who'd been screaming on the ground from having his non-existent balls kicked in threw a punch at her, and she shoved her arm forward, knocking back his chin with her palm and thrusting her fist into his gut. She inwardly cursed, half admiring the boy's abs and half feeling annoyed by them. Something about beating up a guy made them less attra- She was tackled to the ground. Azalea cursed aloud as her body slammed into the ground, she tried to stand, but couldn't. Sometimes this happened, when her body reacted as any other would, but she couldn't feel in.

Abs held her arms over her head, crushing her wrists with a hand - he was strong, she'd give him that, but he was also heavy, and heavy men fell harder - and pinning her legs and torso with the weight of her body. He was close. Too close. His breath smelled like brimstone.

"Pinning a helpless girl?" she asked sweetly. Abs shook his head.

"He's deaf," the third guy with the buzz cut said.

"Figures," Azalea said. "He probably uses deafness as an excuse to rape women because he convinces himself they said yes." A punch whipped Azalea's head aside.

"He can also lip read," Carrot Head said with a grin, picking himself up from the floor with too much wobble to be convincing.

Abs reached one hand down to his pants and began unbuckling his belt. Azalea raised a brow.

"Hey, hey, if you're going to make it easier for me to crush your balls, you should moisturise them, too," she said before her head was whipped aside again. She heard the crunch of something, and she hoped it wasn't her nose. She quite liked her nose. Suddenly, she was picked off the ground and slammed against the wall, Abs pressed her face against the surface with his arm and she felt blood trickle into her lips. She tensed at his body pressed against her back.

The fourth boy who'd stayed clear of all the fighting gripped her wrists now, bending them backwards in what was supposedly meant to hurt. One of his legs was a stump, which meant his upper body strength was unsurprisingly superior to hers. "I can see why you're so popular with the women," she told them as she felt an octopus arm dip under her shirt to release the clasp of her bra. "God, thank you!" she gushed. "That bra was really starting to hurt. Now my breasts are free. Oh heaven almighty, bless m-"

"Shut up!" Fourth Coward yelled in her ear - too close, too close - and shoved her wrists into the wall.

"Oh wow, this is a pretty awkward position to have sex in, don't you think?" she asked sarcastically. Just then, she turned around and heard the snap of the bones on her wrist and hammered Fourth Coward over his temple. He crumbled to the ground, unconscious. She turned to Abs who thrust a fist towards her stomach; she grabbed his wrist in its attack and hammered him over the head. He fell to the ground. She cursed, looking at her wrists and the bones that stuck out from her skin. No wonder they felt so weak. She grabbed her left hand with her right and shoved the bone back in place, she repeated the process with her other hand. Blood trickled from the wound and her hands would soon burn a dark, hideous colour, but it'd work for for now.

She dipped to the floor just as a fist came flying over her - always with the fists, they needed to work on their creativity - and stood behind the boy. She grabbed his hair and slammed his head into the wall, over and over until he crumbled to the ground. She grinned, licking the blood from the corner of her lips as she stared at Carrot Head.

"Last man standing," she said with a grin. "Well, and woman."

Within moments she had him pinned to the ground, the weight of his body crushing his arms. "For every girl you've ever hurt," she said as she slammed her fist into his face. "For the girls you were talking to before." Fist, face, crush. "For me." She slammed his face into the floor.

Azalea stood, cursing at the blood, bruises, cuts and broken bones she now wore. Way to make a first impression, Azalea.




"Miss Fray! What is the meaning of this!?" Mr. Takahashi yelled. I'm not deaf, you know. I can hear you just fine.

"What do you mean, Mr. Takahashi?" she said sweetly, widening her already large pale grey-blue eyes. Her irises were an almost unnaturally light colour.

"Fighting is not allowed on school premises!" Mr. Takahashi said through puckered lips.

"Oh, it was self-defense, sir," she said. "They tried to rape me." Azalea gestured with her head towards the four boys whose bodies she dragged along the tiles.

"W-w-w-" Mr. Takahashi blushed, looking anywhere but at Azalea. Man, if you blush over that... When was the last time you got some? she wanted to ask.

"Do you know where the girl is?"

"Who?" Mr. Takahashi lifted his spectacles with his middle finger.

"Dark brown hair, light brown eyes. About yay big. Blind, I think."

"Hana? Hana's in the infirmary."

"Thanks. Have a great day, Mr. Takahashi," she said, turning and dragging the boys away.




"Apologise," Azalea said, nudging the four boys forward.

Their bruised, broken and bloody faces stared up at the girl they'd teased minutes before. Now they kneeled on the ground and did as they were told, apologised like they'd never done before, like they'd killed the president's entire family.

"Now go," she told them, wiping the blood from her mouth and narrowing her eyes at the bone that protruded from her right wrist. She must've broken it again. Azalea lifted her left fist and slammed the bone back in place. It'd probably grow all wrong if she left it that way, but she was in the infirmary. She'd just break it again and have it reattached. She looked from the girl - Hana - to the boy who'd supposedly brought her here, and smirked. He was cute. She looked over at Hana, nodding in approval. It was the first day of school and already Hana had seduced a man.

Respect.

"Azalea," she said. Then, lifting her right breast, she said, "Danger. Angel," she said the latter whilst lifting her left breast. "You may address them accordingly. And you are?"

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Now that he wasn’t plastered to the floor, Zeal finally got a good look at their new companion. He was tall, much taller than himself. If you placed then back to back, the highest tip of his dishevelled hair would only reach the blind boy’s shoulder blades. The next thing he noticed was that the boy was muscular and could probably kick his ass from the basement to the top of the school. Even if he seemed nice enough, Zeal made a mental note to stay off his bad side. The final point of his analysis took Zeal to the boy’s headband or rather, eyeband. It was marked with the school crest, and covered his eyes perfectly…or did it? Zeal scrunched his nose in thought. With the way the blindfold was placed, the bottom of his eyes should be showing instead of soft, pale skin. It was an interesting thought.
Azalea stopped and rested her back against the wall, clearly finding opening ceremonies to be a huge waste of time. Even if she was a bit reckless, Zeal admired her freedom and willpower. "Nice to meet you and all that,” she said with a wave. "You may refer to me as 'Your Grace,' 'My Queen' or if you want to be boring, Azalea, Zalea, Lea or Bitch-who-thinks-I-care.” Zeal couldn’t help but give a little laugh. “I’ll just call you Lea.” He responded shyly. He liked Azalea. She had everything he didn’t. Courage, freedom, motivation, and, most importantly, friends. When the she gently placed the blind boy’s hands on her breasts, a small flare of jealousy welled up inside the youth as a blush covered his cheeks which, from an observer’s point of view, were even deeper than the boy who was touching them.
"How long have you two been here?” She asked, almost reluctantly removing the boy’s hands from her chest. Zeal smiled and began to twiddle his fingers again. “I’ve been here since first year,” the boy put blandly, pulling his coat closer to his body. His smile faltered when the girl was struck with Azalea’s braid but only for a second. When she unraveled her braid, Zeal’s mouth almost dropped. She looked like a goddess. Pink silk fell down around her, making a hazy barrier between her and the outside world.

While she was doing this however, Zeal noticed how badly her arm was hurt. A long burn wound its way from her palm to her elbow, creating a thin bloody line. How she didn’t even register the pain, Zeal had no idea. "You okay?” she asked politely, not giving any notice to the small puddle of blood forming beneath her. Apart from a sore chest and head, he was otherwise uninjured. “I’m fine but what about you? Your arm is cut up kind of bad.” She dismissed his comment and locked elbows with them. As gently as he possibly could, Zeal used his coat sleeve to wipe away the excess blood from the wound but, again, Azalea gave no notice.

With a spring in her step, the trio made their way to a very cute paralyzed girl or, at least, Zeal thought she was cute. The way her red hair flowed across her scalp combined with her alluring grey eyes would make any boy’s heart melt. At the mention of between a woman’s legs a slight blush crawled up the young boy’s nose, the image of Azalea on top of him popping in and out of focus. Looking to help the girl, Zeal reached out to take her bag when it was snatched before he got there. The sudden movement caught him off guard, causing him to flinch. She introduced herself as Kora and asked if someone could guide her around. Shyly, Zeal raised his hand. “I-I could show you around… if you’d like,” he stammered. He wasn’t used to talking to girls, or anyone for that matter, so all of this sudden popularity was a bit overwhelming.

It was like he actually had friends.
Azalea’s sudden movement surprised him, knocking him into the blind boy. His amber eyes followed her over to a group of hoodlums from last year. Zeal shuddered in fear. These guys were the Tunnel Snakes, the worst people in school. There were rumors that they raped women in the toolshed by the track but they had never been caught. From the looks of them, he wouldn’t be surprised. These four guys were the main reason Zeal isolated himself so much last year, constantly picking on him, trying to provoke him to fight back so they could kick the shit out of him and not get in trouble.

And Azalea just walked up and kicked one in the nuts.

For the first few moments, Azalea was the most amazing thing he had ever seen, trading blow for blow against four of the toughest guys in the school. Then, they started to overpower her. The largest boy had pinned her up to a wall and was struggling to undo his belt. Zeal watched in horror as they smashed the still-smiling girl into the wall. Blood welled in her mouth as they continued to rape her, their hands dipping under her shirt. Summoning courage he never knew he had, Zeal rushed at the nearest boy. “GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF HER!” His target turned, a boy had previously been on the ground but had recovered for the proceedings, and lowered his shoulder his charging opponent, flipping Zeal onto his back. A shriek of pain ripped from his lips as a large foot came down upon his only hand. Audible cracks and pops accompanied the insane rush of pain, rendering him useless.

Time seemed to skip from the pain. One moment, Azalea’s being held by a huge goliath of a man against the wall, about to be brutally raped. The next she’s standing above the four of them, bones sticking painfully from her skin and covered in blood. Mr. Takahashi running in and….and….’Oh shit.’ The world around him began to fade to black, little swirls disappearing into the darkness at a time. Before losing consciousness, Zeal took one look at his hand. Bones stuck out from two of his knuckles and his index finger was bent at a very unhealthy angle. As the pain waves intensified, the world went dark.

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Kora was a little surprised to be offered help. She'd never really received much around the house...not that she was likely to have accepted it even if she had. Still it came as a surprise.
"I can manage, honestly." she replied, smiling as she tried to keep note of people's names. The two guys seemed friendly enough as well. One, she could guess had a sight issue, due to the defect, and the other she wasn't immediately certain of. He seemed to be rather shy.

The girl who had spoken to her initially was anything but shy however. She was a bit...strange? Yeah, kinda strange...though it did at least make for an interesting encounter. Peculiar tended to be better than boring.
"I'd appreciate it if you could show me where stuff is. I kinda have to plan my routes a bit more because me and stairs don't get along...don't want to spend all my time running late." she explained.

Kora, admittedly, was not particularly concerned with academic success. Up until recently, she'd never had much need to, as her future had been set out for her. Distantly she had the concern that now she would have to work harder on her grades, but she was trying to avoid thinking on that too much. Doing so would involve dwelling on the family situation for too long, and then she'd just get upset, it wasn't really a good way to start things.

The redhead pulled herself out of her reverie, and looked round as she heard a large commotion nearby.

By the time she'd decided to investigate the whole thing and wheeled over, it was pretty much over, one of the staff breaking up what appeared to have been quite a considerable fight, apparently between the pink haired girl and a group of very big, thuggish looking individuals.

She had to admit it was quite impressive, though she wouldn't like to admit that out loud. Kora wasn't really one to praise others very often.

Kora was about to leave and head back to toward the main hall when she realized someone else was still there. She caught sight of the guy she'd spoken to a few minutes ago sprawled on the floor.
"Oh man, you got kinda screwed up, huh?" the redhead remarked, wheeling over and taking a look at his hand, which was in a real state.
"Hey, I think this guy needs to see a doctor or something!" she called. The bleeding wasn't too bad, and he didn't look like he had any other injuries, but it did look to be something that would hurt like hell and would probably need setting.

A glance at him also showed that he only had one arm. She hadn't realized initially.
"Ouch, unlucky. You're gonna have an interesting few weeks, huh?"

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"unh-whuh-whasaw" Jolnas woke up with a start from a sleep of nothingness. He. Had he fallen asleep during the opening ceremony? He reached back to grab his chair for support, only to have his hand hit a wall. He felt around the base of which he was sitting on, to find a wooden board connected to this mysterious wall. He had been siting on a bench; no, he had been sleeping on a bench. Jolnas slid as far as he could go, trying to discover where the bench ended. Launching at a speed much faster than he had anticipated, he landed on his rear on the floor of what must be a hallway. Great, he had been left behind in what may or may not be some cruel joke. Just like he had been before, by everybody else. Not being able to keep up to everything else. He would be doomed to a life where he couldn't support himself. The despair of his life rushed back into him as depression from years passed rushed into him.
He started crying. The tears emitted from his eye ducts soaking his headband. "This is so stupid" he whispered. Throwing his headband across the room. "Am I doomed to this life alone? DAMMIT" He screamed the last word, the agony of stress trickling it's way towards his very mind as his emotional breakdown set in. He didn't care if anybody heard him. Sure, they would be there with him for a while, making sure he wouldn't kill himself, but then they would just leave him there again. Alone. Never knowing where he was going. Always lost with no guide but himself, despair, and sorry attempts to do better. So he sat there crying, in a shallow pool of sadness and angst.
A sound of squeaking, heralding his discovery that he was not alone. Somebody else was here. He had just embarrassed himself to some random passerby in a, wheelchair? How many students had he heard in a wheelchair? Only one and that was Kora...
"Hello?" He hoped that they hadn't heard him whoever they were, If it was Kora it would be a terrible loss of face, and if she saw him without his headband, well. He couldn't let her see that, let alone anybody. He tightened his eyelids, denying the world of his eyes. His one goal now was to retrieve his headband from the opposite side of the hallway. He placed his hand on the bench, humbly sliding back to his cane. Retrieving his cane he then slid back to the end of the bench, then started tapping around in order to find his headband, his method of saving face. He only had to take a few more steps to find... the wall. Was there no end to his troubles? He tapped around to the sides a bit faster, trying to find his headband on the floor. More frantically he searched, tapping every half second as to find what mattered to him.
He hit something, something metal by the resonation of the clang. He began to reach out, then retreated his grasp, then paused, sticking his hand out in the gesture of a hand shake.
Shakily, he had to try to break the ice, squinting his eyes, he stuttered. "er, have we met before?"

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Kora was marking out a date in red pen on a notebook, deep in thought about what her plan was going to be, when there was a yell, and she was hit in the face with something, what appeared to be a headband, that dropped into her bag. She looked up to reprimand the blind guy throwing stuff at her, to find that he was yelling and crying. She was a little taken aback, and shortly afterwards he appeared to be as well as became aware of her presence. He began searching for something...and she could fairly quickly guess what.

"Dude, calm down." she stated, fishing out the band and holding it out.
"Up in front of you. Can't exactly hold it very high, but it's there."

She decided not to say anything about the outburst, deciding it would probably save both of them a great deal of awkwardness in the long run.

"You get left behind too, huh? There was a fight with some guys and the other guy got hurt. I did try to help him out but some other girl went off with him like I wasn't there so I guessed my presence wasn't really welcome and I wasn't going to get any credit. Kinda starting to see a pattern in my life...not that I'm bitter or anything. .." she remarked in a tone that suggested exactly the opposite.

She zipped her bag closed and flung it back over the handles of the chair. They were rarely used for their original purpose anyway. Kora couldn't stand being pushed anywhere.

"And I'm also figuring we might be late for the assembly, so there's that too. I was just trying to work out next time my family is going to visit, hence why I wasn't saying a whole lot. Folks are not good at sounding committed." the redhead explained.

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"Dude, calm down."
Jolnas turned his head down towards Koras voice, so she got left behind to? That was a shame. But at least they were both in good company. If she had it then, he had probably thrown it at her. Absolutely terrible Jonas, embarrassing yourself in front of a lady. Your father would be very disappointed.
"Up in front of you. Can't exactly hold it very high, but it's there."
Jolnas swayed his hand to the side, brushing his skin against hers, then touching the soft headband. Grabbing it, he slowly removed it out of Koras grasp. He stuttered, trying to reclaim whatever dignity he had let loose in front of her.
"Th-thanks Kora. Glad t-to have you as a friend" He pulled the headband open enough to shuffle it over his eyes, not fast enough to show haste, but quickly enough to make it not seem that special. "The others are probably in the infirmary if there was a fight, so we should probably head there. Do we really need to head to the assembly though?" He smiled, then turned towards the sounds of music. "Unless you really want to go. I'm not going anywhere alone." He looked towards her general direction, lifting his arms and dropping them to his sides, letting him smack his legs with a satisfying smack. "Or we could just hang out here, go outside, go downtown, check out dorms..." He kept going on, was there no end to what could be done at the school? It would probably be better to go to the assembly but, why go where there's nothing to see? No fun in doing nothing. "We probably should go to the assembly but it's probably going to be boring and flowery crap we already know." He folded his arms. "No time like the present to goof off."

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Kora reached up and handed the headband over, suspecting, at least partially that his gratitude was less down to the band and more down to the fact that what he'd done had gone unmentioned. She hadn't any intention of bringing it up again. In a way she could identify.

The young woman listened as he spoke, she was glad of the company at least.
She shrugged.
"Not got any particular inclination to listen to someone waxing lyrical about how everyone is special and we should all join hands." Kora replied.

"I guess we could go catch up with the others. I guess I was just a bit irritated.. I don't really like getting left behind. My brother and sister have this charming habit of walking as fast as they can when they're out with me so I get stuck behind, or going up stairs. It pisses me off." she muttered darkly.
"Hopefully I'll be able to do something about that though, y'know, get better at pushing this thing. Make sure nobody leaves me behind without my say so..."

"Sorry, I'm going off on one, you want to head over to the infirmary and go see? I guess we should see what happened." the redhead replied, snapping the brakes off the chair and beginning to move in that direction.

"You're german right? I was born in europe, Norway to be exact, though you wouldn't know it, right? Moved around an awful lot what with all the company stuff. Folks are moving again at the moment, so possibly another reason they're keen to get shot of me I suppose."

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"Not got any particular inclination to listen to someone waxing lyrical about how everyone is special and we should all join hands."
Wow, pretty voice and smart. Could there be any more pleasant surprises to this girl? Who else would he have to meet today that was this interesting. He still had to find Zeal and Azalea, and ask how they were doing.
"I guess we could go catch up with the others. I guess I was just a bit irritated.. I don't really like getting left behind. My brother and sister have this charming habit of walking as fast as they can when they're out with me so I get stuck behind, or going up stairs. It pisses me off. Hopefully I'll be able to do something about that though, y'know, get better at pushing this thing. Make sure nobody leaves me behind without my say so..." Funny. He had a knack for getting left behind too. It wasn't because he wasn't quick enough to keep up though, he just, well. He had no idea where to go. He listened like a rock standing vigil to the hours of a summer day. He didn't care if she kept on with her mild complaining. Having a conversation was worth anything. He wasn't going to put up with any crap, but this, just listening to Kora was great.

"Sorry, I'm going off on one, you want to head over to the infirmary and go see? I guess we should see what happened."
He heard the clicking of, something. Probably having to do with her wheelchair. The axles squeaked to life as she made her way down the hallway, causing a rather startled Jolnas to follow the sound of the wheels. Oh boy, a challenge.

"You're german right? I was born in europe, Norway to be exact, though you wouldn't know it, right? Moved around an awful lot what with all the company stuff. Folks are moving again at the moment, so possibly another reason they're keen to get shot of me I suppose Company? Her family owned a company? Wow, his father was an accountant, maybe he had worked for her family somewhere in his life.

"Yep, born a little north of Hamburg in a city called Kiel. Lived there all my life until I got shipped here. Great place, so many smells. Nice sandy beaches too." He paused. Should he make a joke? Yes. "The sand being the only thing I can feel there though." Hopefully that didn't come out as depressed, so to reinforce the joke, he gave out a little laugh. "Tell you what though schön You speak English, or french. or something other Japanese? I think two euro's should be able to speak a bit easier than what we're doing with now. I picked up a bit of Norwegian back at my old school, but it mostly had to do with fish and winter stuff," He really] hoped she didn't know german, otherwise he was probably going to get left behind for hitting on her, not doing anything about it, and coming off like a creep. Come on Jolnas, you're blind, and could probably throw Arnie into a headlock then have in for an eight-count. Yeah except Eight-count's a boxing term.

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"I was born near Oslo. Cue jokes about being a viking. " Kora chuckled.
"I guess I'm a bit of a mutt mind you, even if my family has always been very funny about marriage and all that nonsense." she explained.

"I've lived over here since I was about nine or ten, but I know english. My mother is canadian so I was sort of expected to know it. Not that it made a lot of difference. We don't talk very much. Talking would imply some sort of human emotion as supposed to the reptile instincts that my mom possesses..." she muttered, before drawing to a halt, resting her hands on the wheels of the chair.

Kora's relationship with her mother Karina had never been a good one. For the most part the barely talked. She lived elsewhere anyway. They'd never really wanted to bring up the divorce, as some sort of method of saving face, she supposed. Her father never wanted to give the impression that the family was not entirely flawless, to the point of outright deception it appeared.

"You don't happen to know where to go from here do you?" she asked, looking back at her newfound friend. She'd been aware of not rushing ahead too much, guessing it probably wasn't easy to keep up when you couldn't see someone.

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Jolnas reached for a wall, scanning around, in an effort to find something that would answer Kora's question. "There should be a fire escape map, with some braille on it." He was speaking in english now, his accent still permeating through every word. The smooth wall hiding his saving grace.

"If only I could find it though, I could tell us where we needed to go and we could be on our merry way. He moved his cane to attach it to a magnet on his back, the magnet being held in place by a strap he wore under his uniform. He opted to use both of his hands instead, waving around as the faint hiss of his palms slid across drywall. He moved over to strike his hand against a metal plaque. Re-positioning himself to read the plaque better, he ran his fingers along the cold metal. In braille, he translated to English. "Fire escape routes," He traced his fingers to finally find the infirmary, stopping, then swiping them across, the feel of bumps in a set track so familiar. He had mastered braille when he was Thirteen. It had been two years prior that he had learned it however, the first word he had learnt being turtle. The word stuck with him, up unto the point that the doctor suggested Meditation and a physical activity.His father had replied with boxing, but his mother objected, stating that there was no way that he could protect himself by putting himself in harms way. Then his father had suggested Kung Fu. His mother was only a small bit more lenient to this idea, and wasn't very happy when her blind son took his first lesson. Both of his parents were surprised to hear their son explaining how he had held his own against a fully capable child. "They breathe really heavily, and there movements are loud as well."

He remembered being asked about what forms he would try to attempt. His reply to this was, "Turtle, there is no way I'm gonna fall if the goal is to take hits." Through the times of when he had to protect himself, he was always in stance, his feet rooted to the floor, his arms up, his back hunched over, hiding behind his arms, away from all pain. He would usually take a punch to his stomach, but the cry of surprise as the assailant pulled back their fist because of how hard his abs were (he would always keep his abs tightened when fighting), was hint enough of there position, and he soon dealt with them.

"Hey Kora, could you come up here? I need to know where we are. I found out where we need to go though." He inserted his hand into his pocket, and removed his can from it's resting place. He was glad to have somebody that could see around. "I think I'd literally be lost without you Kora. I have to admit, we might make a good team." He turned around, trying to remember where she was relative to him.