You have Failed. (Connie)

[Anja Boujinsky]

You have Failed.

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Her fingers traced a circle around those words. Everything went through her mind as she saw herself being swept down by the force of a sudden wave as the storm had started. The wind brushed her away, and the waves had come closer without her even noticing in time. Well, maybe she could have gotten away faster if she hadn't misplaced her headband. She fingered it on her head and simply stared forward. Her face a desolate mass of something that had just gone through a traumatic episode.

“Yet if hope had flown away... in a night...”

A tear fell down her cheek.
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[/b][/color] Connie <3
Song:[/color] Seventeen - Ladytron
Notations:[/color] ./loves on
Word Count:[/color] 503
Credits:[/color]Lyrics to John Lennon <3 and rest done by me Shaggy/Bick.
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[Fidel Mantangra]

Splish, splosh. Splish, Fidel's face screwed up in disgust as he hiked his coat up against the rain. It was already heavy from how much rain there was, it dorwn through the very fobers of it and into his skin. He looked about. No one was around. After all, this weather was crap, well, more than crap. It was entire damned hurricane! He swore, "Dammit" and then some. He hated rain, despised it really. So why had he left his room again? He couldn't really remember anymore.

Muttering bitterly, he slammed his shoulder up against the nearest door into the school. he expected for it to be locked but, surprisingly, it gave way. He wasn't expecting it though and tumbled in, slipping on the linoleum tile floor. He muttered a bit more in frustration before pushing himself to his elbows and finally getting on his feet. He removed his sopping wet red rain jacket and held it at arm's length, frowning and scuffing his shoes through the water that pooled there, scattering droplets here and there about the narrow hallway.

Despite the seemingly impossible, the rain picked up outside, and there was no way he was going back out there! He probably would have to find somewhere to lay low for the next few hours, hoping that the rain let up. Perhaps he could walk over to the kitchens and help make lunch? He didn't really feel like cooking, especially now that he was all soggy. He set of aimlessly. Wasn't the lounge somewhere around here?

Indeed It was. After a bit of walking, he came to a door labeled as such. His hand slipped on the door handle at the first try. He growled and used both hands to vice onto the slippery metal handle. He pushed it open and shut the door with a bang, panting slightly. Placing his hands on his knees, he took notice that the room was totally empty. Unlike it usually was, anyway. Typically, the lounge was packed to the brim. Fidel shivered then sneezed "Aw.. damn. If I get pneumonia.."

His voice trailed off as he caught the thinest hint of sound in the stale air. He looked up and around, "If someone here?" The windows rattled all around. "Hey!!" He called again.

Then he saw her. Curled up against a window near the back. he took only a few steps, before sprinting. Vaulting over a sofa and landing beside her. Placing a hand on her upper back and shoulder, he gently moved her back and forth, "Hey, hey! Are you alright?" She was sopping wet and looked quite chilled.

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Tag; Shaggy :3
Notes; I guess the more you torment you character, the more you love them?
Word count; 460
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[Anja Boujinsky]

You have Failed.

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[/i] At least that was her first thought, as she caught sight of this person that seemed—well, he had just come to see if she was okay and in quite a hurry. How... nice. A small smile had peaked over the frown that had filled her face, but that question, those thoughtful words seemed to bring those thoughts back into mind. She had almost died. She had put herself in danger twice in less than ten minutes because of pure panic.

The tears came flowing back, and without as much of a thought she leaned her face into his side. She was wet, though he seemed wetter, and as the cold water mixed with her warm tears, she shivered and came back to her senses and quickly pulled herself away just as quickly as she had come forth, looking back towards the ground as she wiped her tears with the back of her hands rather roughly. She didn't look back up at him, but she did finally speak.

“I'm sorry.”

She spoke softly. Her body trembled both from the strain and the cold, and within those seconds she took deep breaths, allowing herself to look up towards him. She made all attempts to meet him at the eyes, biting her lip.

“That was stupid. I'm sorry.”

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Tag: Connie
Notations: Sorry this took so long <3 Been really tired.
Credit: Shaggy!
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[Fidel Mantangra]

The girl seemed responsive.. kinda. She leaned into him, pressing against his wet body, perhaps to try and steal some of his body heat. Not that Fidel cared if she was. She looked a whole lot colder than he did. He didn't think that she would warm up just by leaning against him. Fidel was just about to wrap her up in a hug when she pulled away. He sat back on his heels, watching her with concern in his eyes. He wouldn't try to hug her if she didn't want him to. But he really did want to do something for her. She may have wanted to have had nothing to do with him, but Fidel simply couldn't allow it.

He glanced out the window to see that the rain had picked up. How much harder could it get? His thought's were brought back to the girl as she muttered . She seemed to be struggling to meet his gaze. Uttering another apology. Fidel snorted, "Don't say sorry to me, kid." he said gently. She seemed only a bit shorter than him. He pushed himself to his feet and looked about the empty room. He made a face and reached down to pullt eh girl to her feet, regardless of weather or not she wanted to stand, "We need to get you out of here. i think the A/C is on and..." he sighed, "And I think nobody is in here for a reason.."

His arm slipped underneath her shoulders, supporting her upright just in case her legs buckled beneath her. She was slender and presumably light. He at least got her to a couch and sat beside her. "alright, so you're really cold right now." kind of an obvious understand-statement, "We need to get you out of those clothes.." That kind of came out wrong, but it was true. The longer she stayed in chilly wet clothes, the bigger the chance of pneumonia setting in. He stood and dropped the red jacket. then slipped his MUSE shirt over his head. It was mostly dry.

"Put that on." stooping to retrieve the jacket, he put it on. Sure it was cold, but he would live until he could get them to a warmer place. He sat back down, sneezing again. "P-please put that on. I swear to god I won't look. Yeah?"

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Tag; Shaggy :3
Notes; Crappy post ;x;
Word count; 424
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