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Rosalyn Shadowforge

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I need a Hero [Solace] Oct 23, 2013 19:32:12 GMT

Post by Rosalyn Shadowforge on Oct 23, 2013 19:32:12 GMT

Mornings were so sad for Shadow; she didn’t want to leave the orphanage. At school she was always bullied and she never liked that, it was making her sad, most of the time she didn’t even want to go there, just spend time outside of the school until the moment she had to return to the orphanage. But she was sure the teachers there would call the orphanage and tell them that she doesn’t go to school, thing that would get her in trouble, she would want to stay out of trouble as much as possible, just be invisible to others and go with her life, maybe she would manage to find a place to stay by herself, maybe get a job.

Those were all dreams in her mind, and she wanted to make that dream come true, but it would mean a lot of work from her. She didn’t mind that since she is used with working a lot. That was mostly because before she started the life at the orphanage she was the slave of a member from the yakuza. But that is all history, right now she had to pay attention to avoid all the bullies, but something like that wasn’t possible, they were waiting for her at the entrance.

She took a deep breath and tried to walk and ignore them, but ignoring them wasn’t an option at all. As soon as she stepped near them she was pushed on the ground and they already started making fun of her. Because she was so old and was in such a low grade, because of her eyes, because she lives in an orphanage, the good thing was that they didn’t hit her. She wanted to cry, but she knew that if she cries thing would just get worse, so she kept it all inside her, she would cry later either in the bathroom or in her room at the orphanage.

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I need a Hero [Solace] Oct 24, 2013 2:53:12 GMT

Post by Secret Calaway on Oct 24, 2013 2:53:12 GMT

Pretty much every day went the same way for her. Clad in a white blouse, a black skirt, and penny loafers for footwear—along with pretty default black socks, first she'd emerge from her dormitory dressed and freshened, with her weight black bag slung over her shoulder and an expression that didn't hide one bit of her grogginess and apathy. Over that she was wearing a cool black jacket. Yesterday she planned to meet up with her friend instead of going to a lecture, because she already knew the majority of the content, if not all of it. Either way, about fifteen minutes ago she met up with her pothead friend, and talked for awhile. It was hard to catch him lately, because of the vastly different classes. Admittedly it was interesting hearing about the effects of all of those drugs, but he was a good enough friend to not even once try to act as her gateway into all of that mess; she already had enough on her plate.

Talking right by the door, it was around the time an unfamiliar girl was about to enter the campus. Unaware of the ongoing assault, her friend departed, and she waved him off. Secret intended on picking something up, so she turned around and ended up catching glimpse of a violent sight, and an earful of insults that essentially lowered the aggressor's status to below a multitude of items she could think about: dirt, shit, basically anything insentient found in or around a toilet. Given they were strong enough to down what looked to be a healthy girl anywhere between sixteen and eighteen with a push, she concluded that by their appearances and capabilities they were probably around her own age. From the insults, she was able to deduce some of the unfortunate heterochromatic girl's predicament, and despite all of the bad shit in her own life, and all of the times she told herself not to play hero, and thus make enemies and worsen everything, something just, well—clicked in her, so to say.

Good thing not many people were around, given the majority were attending lectures or lesser classes. A steel flask—filled with alcohol, came crashing down on the cranium of the individual who found it in his best interests to push the helpless girl down. He let out a grunt of pain, losing strength in his legs and lowering, in which she proceeded to punt him across the head. Confusion immediately ran rampant through the group of attackers, and in their confusion she grappled the other one, and hip tossed him to the ground, bringing her fist down onto his nose; the crunch signified breakage. Standing up, she spaced herself from them, surveying them, and looking at the one remaining guy.

"Well? 'ow does eet feel to be on your ass, tough guys?"

Came her thick French accent, as she momentarily watched the other two bolt in the other direction. After all of this, she doubted these guys would pick on this girl anymore. Nobody wants to deal with angry foreigners, after all, and that was exactly what she was. Psychologically speaking, humans typically became anxious around the unknown, and given her culture and identity was so enigmatic, because of that lack of knowledge they felt it was a good idea to get away to ensure their safety. There was just one guy left, and she could see he was hiding something behind his back. Definitely some kind of weapon.

He lunged with a blade, and she stepped forward covered herself and moved inside of his range, kicked his shin to induce pain, and bludgeoned him with her hand until he inevitably scurried off. Secret couldn't claim to feel proud of herself for the accomplishment, because these guys definitely were weak; after all, their primary target seemed to be a defenseless, modest little girl. Sadly, she looked at her right hand and noticed the back of it had a grisly gash on it. And she couldn't go to the infirmary because they'd identify it as a knife wound, and then she'd probably be in a whole lot of trouble. A sigh escaped her.

"Stand up for yourself. If dzey hit you, dzen you 'it dzem right back."

With that, she turned and started in the direction of the door. She needed to get back to her dorm, cancel what plans she had, and wrap up her hand; unless the girl intended on stopping her.

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Rosalyn Shadowforge

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I need a Hero [Solace] Oct 24, 2013 21:22:19 GMT

Post by Rosalyn Shadowforge on Oct 24, 2013 21:22:19 GMT

Suddenly all the insults stopped for the moment, did they leave? Or they were trying to find new insults for her? It didn’t matter which one it was, but she wanted them to finish faster so she can get to classes and then finish the day going back to the orphanage and locking herself in her room. But when she opened her eyes she saw something that she didn’t expect at all, someone was defending her, or that person had a problem with the boys there, well anyway those bullies were soon gone and she could get up and thank the person that helped her.

The only problem was that the person who she wanted to thank didn’t stop to check if she was okay, that person just continued to walk on her road towards the school maybe, or somewhere else, she wasn’t so sure about that. But she was sure of one thing, she needed to take care of the wound that the girl got when she saved Shadow from the bullies, but she was so shy that she wasn’t sure how to approach her, she didn’t want to make her angry or something like that; finally she decided to take make enough courage, get up and run after that girl.

“Stop” she yelled loud enough to be heard by the girl, but the volume of her voice was low enough to not attract too much attention. She managed to catch the girl from behind and grab her hand covering the wound with her own palm. “You need to take care of that…sorry for this. You got hurt because of me.” She looked down when she said that, she felt very guilty because this happened, it was all because she was coming to this school, maybe she should just quit it and find work at the orphanage, that way she has a place to stay.

Secret Calaway

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I need a Hero [Solace] Oct 25, 2013 19:28:15 GMT

Post by Secret Calaway on Oct 25, 2013 19:28:15 GMT

For a moment, Secret came to a halt when she heard the word 'stop'. Partially turning around, she fixated her brown eyes onto the younger girl behind her. A stinging sensation flooded her hand with the contact, but a high pain tolerance kept her reactions at bay. Placing the end of the flask into her mouth, she twisted off the top (which hung next to the bottle, attached by a thin string), and took a swig of liquor. Useless as it as normally, enough of it would cause a sort of anaesthesia. Downing that mouthful with experience, she nodded at the dark haired girl.

"Dzat ees what I was intending on doing," a sigh escaped her, as he took another drink. "Eet ees but a flybite, I can 'andle eet back at my dorm. I didn't get 'urt because of you, no, I got 'urt because dzose guys are assholes. Do not worry." Upon finishing her explanation, she provided a small smile, before steering herself back in the direction of her dorm. It was a pretty gross gash, so it was a good thing she worked at a bar which was such a notorious area for fights. For that very reason she picked up a small first aid kit and kept it secure in her dorm, in case of emergencies. It was some advice she took from her boss.

In no way shape or form was she upset with the young woman in her company. Had it been her, she knew that if someone bystood while that happened, she would have been more furious with the idling party than the felons themselves. Given her major, she had a pretty strong sense of justice. Bad habits weren't formed out of malpractice, but just pent up stress and finding a way to somehow cope with it all. Either way, she was aware that loafing would only risk infection and anemia, so she started in the direction of the dormitories.

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Last Edit: Oct 25, 2013 19:28:28 GMT by Secret Calaway

Rosalyn Shadowforge

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I need a Hero [Solace] Oct 25, 2013 20:11:52 GMT

Post by Rosalyn Shadowforge on Oct 25, 2013 20:11:52 GMT

Even if the girl assured Shadow that she is okay, she didn’t want to let go of the hand. First of all it stopped the bleeding a little so she won’t lose too much blood. Shadow was a bit scared of this since her legs were shaking a bit as she was moving, she dealt with blood before, but it was her own; right now when she is facing someone’s else blood, it was a totally different matter, she wasn’t sure what to do at all, so she was just doing what she usually did when she was hurt; keep a hand over the wound until the wound stopped bleeding. She had some scars on her body, but right now they were all covered by the clothes.

”Sorry for following….But I want to be sure you are okay after helping me…I want to repay you.” The way she was holding Secret’s hand was something normal to her, she didn’t know what it meant, but if others saw this they would think the two girls are together. For Shadow the concept of being with someone was unknown in the way that others take it. For her it was just staying next to a person and nothing else. Her mind was way too innocent to think at anything else.

There was one more reason why Shadow was following the girl that just saved her, she felt safe around her at the moment. She thinks of her as one of those heroes that she read about in the comics that the boys from the orphanage sometimes leave on the table. Since she doesn’t have other books or others things that she could read, those were enough. She didn’t really know what to say right now, only two words were coming out of her mouth. ”Thank you….Thank you very much…” She was very happy that someone helped her, and she couldn’t stop from thanking the girl.

Secret Calaway

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I need a Hero [Solace] Oct 28, 2013 15:39:08 GMT

Post by Secret Calaway on Oct 28, 2013 15:39:08 GMT

To some extent, Secret expected the young lady to continue following her. Admittedly, she had no qualms with the act. Company wasn't something she disdained, although what did bug her was if the girl was missing some class because of the infliction. Through what methods she intended on repaying her was beyond the French brunette; if she intended on suturing it might be in her best interest if she politely declined, because she didn't know of the degree of medical expertise the dark haired youth had. All in all she deduced that she had a pretty cute tagalong for the day, and she wasn't going to put up any sort of resistance to ward her away.

Caring little for some of the looks they garnered based on the positioning of the girl's hands, she hardly reciprocated any of the looks, unless they deliberately came into her line of sight. Perhaps the sight would discourage people from bullying the younger girl, if that's what they wanted to think, because Secret ultimately was a tad bit notorious for her lethality. After all, lots of people hung around at bars, and lots of people did messed up crap at bars, and when things got out of line and push came to shove, it was them leaving with a bloodstain—not her. By no means was her stature a disadvantage, because she easily evened it out with her underhanded tactics. But that was a story for another day.

"I am just glad I could 'elp," Secret said in response to the thanking. In didn't take her long to make her way into a different wing of the building. She felt bad inadvertently taking a newcomer into the dormitory area, but well, she didn't think she would be able to shake her off if she tried. It was good that it looked like her hand was being held, because if she was holding her own, it would have attracted too much negative unwanted attention and more dangerous assumptions.

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Rosalyn Shadowforge

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I need a Hero [Solace] Oct 28, 2013 16:14:47 GMT

Post by Rosalyn Shadowforge on Oct 28, 2013 16:14:47 GMT

You could say that Shadow right now was a bit happy, her usual sad mood was brightened by the hero that came and saved her from the evil guys and right now she wasn’t sure where she was going, but if she would guess, she was now taken to the hero’s hideout, or more like she was following the girl to where she lives. She was sure that she wasn’t going to the nurse’s office since she knows where that place is, she spends some time there. Shadow didn’t know if there was any need for her to warn the girl about the guys that picked on her, she seemed strong enough to deal with them, but she would want to know she warned her.

”You should…be careful. Those guys always come back; they won’t leave you alone after what you did to them. It would have been better if you just let them bully me like they always do, you wouldn’t have problems that way. I’m used to it so you don’t have to worry about me.” Even if she said all those words, she didn’t mean them, she was worried for the girl and was worried for what they will do to Shadow since she was saved. She wanted to stay near this person more, to feel safer, but at the same time she didn’t want to let her get hurt just because Shadow wanted to feel safer.

Her grip on the girl’s hand got tighter because of the worried thoughts Shadow was having right now, she felt like tears would fall down her cheeks but she tried to keep them inside, she didn’t want a stranger to see her like this, who knows what she would think of her because of the reactions she had, and she didn’t want her to interfere even more in Shadow’s life; if you could call it life.

Realizing how strong her grip was she let her go right away, her palms were covered in some of the girl’s blood. ”I’m sorry! My thoughts distracted me….I didn’t want to hurt you more!"

Last Edit: Oct 28, 2013 16:15:38 GMT by Rosalyn Shadowforge

Secret Calaway

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I need a Hero [Solace] Oct 29, 2013 18:59:23 GMT

Post by Secret Calaway on Oct 29, 2013 18:59:23 GMT

Secret took a generous swig from her flask while continuing to concentrate her attention ahead of her. "No matter, zey'll simply get 'urt again, and zat weel be ze end of zat," Secret assured while making her way towards her dorm. Even though she wore an impregnable exterior, she couldn't help but wonder why she, of all people, got herself involved in something that didn't concern her. In fact, she could have just told one of the professors in the school, and they would have taken care of it. But no, she had to go and play hero, for whatever reason, and now she probably at some point was going to regret it. Might not have been now, or even soon, but she was going to have to maintain far watch over her shoulder, because an attack could come at any moment of any day.

For a moment, her thoughts were intervened by a sudden searing pain on her hand. With the freshness of the wound, the sudden tight grip was by no means pleasant, but at the very least she didn't have to worry about applying pressure. Inevitably, she winced at the sensation, momentarily turning a puzzled eye towards the immediate girl. Having realized the predicament, she was of course apologetic, in which Secret psychologically shrugged it off with a genial smile. "It ees fine, kiddo."

As she came to the door of her dormitory, she came to a progressive stop. Standing before the door was someone who seemed to be waiting for her. A man—she reckoned he must have been roughly six and a half feet in stature, and of course weighed something upwards of two hundred pounds. By no means was it a hulking bodybuilder, but they were definitely bigger than her. They had brown hair and sharp green eyes, which were currently boring through her with an intense stare. His arms were crossed before his chest, and given she had no idea who it was, and he definitely wasn't a teacher given his informal attire and brash demeanor, she had a huge, whopping hunch why he was here, and who he was affiliated with. An enforcer.

Surely he was aligned with those folks she beat up prior, who seemed to have kept tabs on most people in the school, given they knew where she resided. Either way, the situation was grave enough for her to take another swig of her inebriating drink. She was starting to feel a little tipsy from excessive consumption. "Reckon you're 'ere in lieu of your pussy friends?" She lightly queried.

A man of little to no words, he merely began walking forward.

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I need a Hero [Solace] Oct 30, 2013 22:22:47 GMT

Post by Rosalyn Shadowforge on Oct 30, 2013 22:22:47 GMT

The girl assured Shadow that she was okay with the strong grip she just had, but just to be safe she should try not to do that from now on because it obviously hurt her. She moved again next to the girl and placed her hand over the wound she received, this time holding it with gentleness. She didn’t want to hurt her anymore, she didn’t want this girl to be hurt at all, this person was her hero and Shadow would do anything to make sure that she would be safe and happy. That’s why she would take care of her wound and after that maybe make her something to eat if she would receive permission from her.

But before that Shadow forgot something very important, she didn’t introduce herself, thing that she was told it’s rude. She took a deep breath and with her cheeks red from embarrassment she said her name. ”My name is Shadow, it’s nice to meet a he- I mean a nice person like you” Well she managed to escape that one easily, hopefully the girl won’t figure out what Shadow wanted to say, she would feel embarrassed because of that. Shadow needs to change the subject fast, but what could she say? Maybe she could strengthen her grip again on the girl so she would forget about that? No! Why would Shadow think at something like that?

But before Shadow could think of anything they already got at the dorm and someone was waiting for them, Shadow knew who that person was. He was there many times when those three guys were picking on her. Shadow didn’t think at all at what she just did in that moment, but she knew she had to do it; it was her time to be a hero. She let go of the girl’s hand and jumped in front of her. Shadow spread her arms and without any regret she said ”Leave her alone! Just take me and forget about her! Punish me not her.” But it seems that man wasn’t interested in that, he just smacked Shadow out of the way; she hit her head against the wall thing that made her faint.

Secret Calaway

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I need a Hero [Solace] Nov 1, 2013 5:02:10 GMT

Post by Secret Calaway on Nov 1, 2013 5:02:10 GMT

"Wait—!" The last thing the foreigner expected was for the younger girl to actually put herself in front of her. Everything happened far too quickly for her to deter what was about to happen, let alone get a word out. Moreover, since this was starting to cause a scene, some people were coming out of their dorms, and actually were starting to record the conflict. That didn't bother her as much as seeing Shadow, an innocent, being hit around to such a degree that she had been rendered unconscious. It was fine if it was just Secret he had taken his fury out on—but no, he had to go out of his way to harm someone that didn't deserve any of the treatment she was meriting from them in the first place. At the very least, the first hit was recorded by someone. Now, this would be in self-defense, and she was going to make sure the younger girl's sacrifice wasn't in vain...

"Koroshite-yaru..."

Little did this guy know, she had been in a fair amount of fights. A lot of these are a result of bar fights; sometimes she had to defend herself against rowdy customers, sometimes she acted ridiculous herself when she was too drunk, and ended up fighting. Sometimes she lost, sometimes she won, and ultimately she had a lot of scars to prove it. While he thought he was dealing with some inexperienced girl way over her head, she knew that was going to be her best bet at taking him by surprise, and becoming victorious over the asshole. One more time, she took a swig of the alcohol in her flask; she was starting to run low of it. Once he came within range of her, she spat it all out into his eyes with a copious spray of ethanol.

A grunt escaped him, as he certainly didn't see it coming. As he was liberating his eyes of the concoction of hard liquor and saliva, she grabbed a handful of ear, and ripped as hard as she could. What grunt of pain he released before transitioned into a scream, as she felt warm blood in her and loose flesh. Subsequently, she took that opportunity to knee him sharply in the groin, robbing his legs of a lot of strength. While cradling one ear, he used his superior weight and strength to knock her down. The shock felt was enough to disorient her momentarily, and before she knew it she was being hammered by a shower of weighty blows. She covered her face, but he simply moved his assault to her ribs, and arms. A searing pain signified possible breakage and definite bruising.

But that wasn't it.

He put her in a wristlock, and with how the pressure was distributed, she wasn't sure which portions of her wrist or arm the snapping sound originated from, but either way it drew from her lungs a shrill scream. Then, something just broke in her psychologically, and she found herself grabbing his wrist, then grabbing the top of his head, and driving his hand into his neck. She opened her guard, and then put her leg over his neck, following the same line as his shoulders. Semi-conclusively, she hooked the foot of that leg underneath the nee of her other leg, locking in what appeared to be a blood choke. She pulled his arm to the side, and using her properly functioning hand, she pulled down on his head, applying dangerous amounts of pressure to his neck without actually having to muster a plethora of strength. All she had to do was push up, and flex her legs.

He passed out in about ten seconds of her refusing to unlock the hold. Still, she decided to hold it in for twenty. Letting go of the hold, she rolled him onto his back, and disfigured his face with as many punches as she could muster, even if her knuckles—and especially her wrist, screamed in pain with each consecutive strike she delivered. Finally, she pushed herself up, kicking him repeatedly. It looked like he was still breathing, and his bandaged up buddies had just shown up. The terror that entered their eyes was palpable. She spoke in Japanese, so they would interpret her better, because maybe she didn't get the message through last time. This time, she had shown just how virulent she could be, and what she'd do if they didn't kindly leave them alone. Currently, they took the liberty to gathering their guy, and began to do a—well, a tactical retreat of sorts.

"Touch her... one more time... and I'll kill all four of you..."

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I need a Hero [Solace] Nov 1, 2013 6:32:20 GMT

Post by Rosalyn Shadowforge on Nov 1, 2013 6:32:20 GMT

Shadow was clueless about what happened while she was out cold. She didn’t know that Secret snapped and went berserker on the guy that smacked Shadow; she would never find out if Secret killed him or just knocked him out like he did with her. All those questions were answered because she didn’t see anything, and it was a good thing she didn’t see, nobody would know what could have happened if Shadow witnessed all that cruelty, she could have gotten scared of Secret, scared of the person that right now she considers a hero, ruining her dream like that isn’t something recommended.

She was slowly recovering, her vision was still blurry, but all the noise that was made around her helped her wake up. She got up and when she saw the bloody body on the floor her eyes widened, her first reaction was to see if Secret was okay, at that moment she believed that she was hurt too. And she was hurt, Shadow just got up running to her and hugging her. ”We need to take you to a hospital, you are very hurt.” The bad thing was that Shadow shouldn’t have gotten up so fast since she just recovered, because now she was feeling a bit dizzy.

Holding her head with one hand from the headache she has, and with the other one trying to pull Secret by her shirt out of the dorm so she could take her to a hospital. Shadow at that moment was close to entering a depression, she was blaming herself for all the things that happened today, for all the trouble that she gave to this girl and she didn’t know how to apologize. ”Please…let’s go. You are very hurt.” She didn’t want to hear a no from Secret at the moment, but anything that would show Shadow that Secret was a bit okay, would get her out of the panic attack she was just having.

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I need a Hero [Solace] Nov 10, 2013 7:42:36 GMT

Post by Secret Calaway on Nov 10, 2013 7:42:36 GMT

can i break away? push me away make me fall just to see another side of me.

Secret felt invincible. Adrenaline flowed through her and allowed her to operate and essentially not feel the full severity of the injuries she sustained. But in actuality, she was really hurt. Not only was her arm busted up and hanging by her side in a not very ideal position, but her knuckles were busted up, and her hands were smeared with blood. Most of it wasn't hers, but some of it was. Pain constantly assaulted her sides, and she knew that she had some broken ribs here and there. At the very least she managed to break his face, dignity, consciousness and probably a few more things while she was at it—like his ear. God only knew the severity of her rib injuries; they could very well have broken and ruptured one of her lungs. It could have been way too late for her, even if she got to a hospital. The only reason she believed that was because she tasted tracings of blood in her mouth, and knowing she wasn't hit in the face, well to say the least it was foreboding. Not that she cared all that much about her life anyway. She was a loser, an alcoholic, and someone who got into trouble, because she drowned in sorrow from the things she had to put up with in her personal life. When that sorrow became palpable, it was the alcohol.

While she wasn't thinking even remotely clearly, she caught glimpse of Shadow recuperating and making her way over to her. When she was tugged on her shirt and Shadow seemed to be seeking some kind of response from her to indicate she was fine, she provided a smile and picked her flask of hard liquor back up. Taking a few swigs and finishing off the remainder of it, she shook her head. "This is just a bunch of cuts and bruises, mon amie. They are mere flybites; I am used to—" her reassurance was interrupted by a series of violent coughs. Hunched over and hacking into her enclosed fist, eventually she settled. Fixating her gaze onto the fist she just coughed into and noticing the increased amount of blood, and noticing her rigid breaths and poor breathing, she immediately knew that she had underestimated what injuries she sustained. Now, that didn't mean she wanted anybody worrying about a hopeless nobody such as herself. There was only one person who she really made an exception and allowed to worry about her. "...well, guess I'll head to the," she coughed once again. "...hospital."

Things weren't looking so good. Within the last maybe two days by now she had almost died a total of two times. On both accounts it was for the sake of another. For some inexplicable reason, she felt like the universe made a decision with what to do with her. What it came up with wasn't death, but instead, it decided that she merited something as a result of her selflessness. Perhaps, figuratively and literally speaking, that gift was life, but it wasn't just the mettle to haul her sorry ass to the hospital she received—no. She felt something light up inside of her like an inferno. Everything was going blurry for her and out of focus, as too many sensations were bombarding her at once. Pain at varying locations, and this surreal feeling that she couldn't explain. It felt like lightning was coursing through her bones, veins, skin—she felt it distinctively through every single cell of her body, though it caused her no harm, and couldn't be seen by anyone. Fly. Just what was it exactly? Had she somehow managed to breathe some value into her Fly. otherwise worthless life?

Fly.

The blood loss was getting to her, and she saw Like an darkness begin to seep into her vision, from her peripherals. Indubitably, she was going to pass out. Little did she know, she was currently slouched on Rosalyn, using her as a beacon for support. Once she closed her eyes—it finally happened. Just when she thought that she was going to get out of the Campus with her life, she succumbed to her damaged lung, and her heart decelerated to a stop.

angel.

And then it started back up again. Her eyes would open up once again, but when they did, she wasn't in the campus. She was a ways away, in a hospital bed.✿

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