Molly looked up at the nurse lazily and smiled, lifting her arm to throw a thumbs up. She paused for a moment and felt as her eye widened. "W-wwww-wait, we gotta c-cut my hair?" In her dazed state, she managed to pout and bring her arms to her stomach, feeling the length of her magnificent hair beneath her. She was practically sitting on it, it had been with her for so long. She then sighed as she remembered how many times she had been thrown around by it or pulled into the ground by it, and nodded solemnly. She loved her hair, but it seemed to be a sound strategy to cut it shorter as well as allowing the nurse to get a closer look at her wound. "Go ahead 'nd do whatcha gotta..." She said to both the nurse and Dimitri, flashing a sluggish smile and wincing as she felt a sharp pain in her neck and skull. She then looked to Ryan's statistical rambling with a tired grimace, "Don'tcha have lunch to eat or somethin'? Instead of makin' my headache worse with alluh these numbers 'n' crap?" She clutched her forehead before wiping the blood from her eye enough to finally have both open. She held out a hand, covered with red, and seemed to gesture to Dimitri for a cloth with which to wash her face, "Help a sister out here?"

James waiting for Ariella to finish speaking. At first he was studying her words and movements but after a bit he realized that there was probably no reason to do that with her. "Winning was alright I guess. It was our first class so I expected it to be a rough start." That was an understatement to what actually happened. Ariella blaming herself was something he didn't expect. He stopped himself from saying something stupid. His usual approach did not really apply here. Being honest with himself James did not have much experience with comforting people. In the workplace people usually kept their personal problems to themselves. There was also the fact that Ariella was an attractive young woman that seemed to have some kind of attachment already. Generally he avoided that kind of situation entirely because that meant they wanted something. But so far she's given no reason to believe that was the case here. He also didn't have much to his name so there wasn't much worry there. And he was thinking too much again. Finally he spoke to her worries. "I don't think you should put all that weight of your shoulders. My team all made some plans so we were working together. I also don't think that Shane planned to turn into that thing. A lot of stuff we got lucky on."

Dimitri looked at Ryan with an expression somewhere between perplexity and fascination, one of his brows raised slightly at the calculations, "You ah...you do that often?" he inquired. The answer to his question would have to wait however as it seemed as though Molly was cognizant enough to voice her complaints and ask for a cloth, "Right, right, hang on.". The cyborg soaked the cloths in some warm water and wrung them out a bit, being careful to avoid submerging his damaged wrist in the sink, lest he cause even further damage. As he walked back over with the cloths, his eyebrow shot up again as he looked to her extended hand, then at her face, "Yeah, nah. The nurse said for you t'keep still." he said as he flicked her hand back onto the bed and gently pressed the cloth over her eye. As gently as he could, the cyborg wiped away some of the blood just as the nurse returned with the supplies she needed. Now it was the nurse's turn to raise her brow as she shooed Dimitri away and began to clean her face with the cloth, "I get that you're trying to help and all son, but please leave this to the people certified to do the job.". Dimitri didn't argue as he stepped back, only took a seat in a chair near the cot. The nurse moved with the speed and precision of a veteran, wiping away the blood on Molly's face and raising her head gently to clean away the dried blood and matted hair that obscured the injury. Dimitri peeked over the older woman's shoulder and winced as he saw the gash, "You sure you don't need any help?", "Fine, if you're that eager to do something, pass me the gauze and scissors.". Dimitri obeyed without question, watching intently as the nurse lightly patted the wound and cut away some of the hair. Despite his guilt, Dimitri couldn't help but admit that this was actually pretty fascinating to watch, at least from a scientific standpoint.

"Depends on the situation." He answered honestly. "I'm not scheduled to eat for another hour."

Jack just continued to wander around the school for a bit, before he stumbled and realized how over exerted he was. He sighed again to himself, walking to the cafeteria, his thoughts just floating about in his head. Once there, Jack made his way through the line and picked up pretty much whatever he could and as much as possible. He had arranged a few extra meals with the school due to his metabolic problems, so it wasn't abnormal for him to be in the cafeteria at any hour. He made his way to a table somewhere and began to pick at his food, which would look like normal eating to most people.

Shane quickly turns his head towards Violet. Now that she was here it was harder to say the words, "Alright just ease into it, it's not that hard Shane come on", he said to himself before taking a deep breath and exhaling. "Hey, I wanted to talk to you about what happened back in class. When I was...sorry I'm not used to talking like this", when it came to business or light hearted banter Shane was completely capable of holding a conversation. It was when serious talks occurred that he was as his weakest as he was forced to deal with his problems on his own and put aside empathy.

Violet smiles and puts a hand on Shane's shoulder, looking him in the eyes. "Look, it's fine Shane. I know that wasn't you." She rubs the back over her neck, under her long auburn hair. "I know that you have... issues of your own and I respect that. I know you cannot control what's inside of you. I definitely saw it back there today." She gives a small chuckle before looking serious again. "You don't have to apologize. It was my fault for trying to take you on in that state. I'm sorry as well. If you can let me help you, I may not know a lot about this thing inside of you, but I can at least try to help, if you'll let me." She smiles kindly at him.

Ariella sighed looking at James, smiling at him as she looked down at her nails. "I ... didn't mean to hurt your friend... with the teddybear... I hope she is alright... I didn't want to hurt none of you guys, especially you. But then... I wanted to win because.. I never had a chance of winning anything in my life, heh. So I got a little competitive.. but I was still careful on using my powers though." she nodded biting her bottom lips, now looking up at James, giving him a smile. "But eh! Let's stop talking about that!" her stomach was now growling, yup she was hungry. "Oooh... is there any food around..?" Shane...Shane..! Where was he..?! "Wait.. where is Shane..? I have to go look for him, James. I have to know if he is alright..!" the girl said worried about Shane because he was the worst that got hurt.

Shane was somewhat reluctant to accept Violet's help. He didn't want to hurt her or worse, his biggest fear was a repeat of the warehouse and as of now he wished he never got this curse. "Thanks Violet, but if it's all the same to you I'd rather not bring you into this. I did some searching and what I found...let's just say I'd be happy never to use my powers again", a look of despondence was on Shane's face as he turned towards the training room. On his was there anger began to rise in him. For so long he had been fine using his powers, it made him one of the best thieves in the business and now when he comes to H.I.V.E. to try and refine it, he loses it all in the first day. He needed to hit something. Hard, and the training room was just the place. Once inside he unsheathed Riya and took a stance against a training dummy. The sword was held back as if it was a shank ready to be thrusted while his free hand seemed to block. With his free hand he elbowed the neck of the dummy while Riya pierced the torso. He grabbed the head and pulled it down as the blade came up again and slashed the face, then another slash to the torso before receiving a fierce kick to the head. The dummy's head fell off but it wasn't enough to quell Shane's anger. He tackled the dummy and repeatedly plunged Riya into the torso before getting up for what would be his final move before moving onto another dummy. He picked up the severed head and threw it towards the wall. While it flew Shane sent Riya after it and the blade met its mark in mid air and the force threw the head and pinned it to the wall. "...God dammit!", he yelled before walking over to pull Riya out of the head of the dummy. Despite that show of force he was still unsatisfied. He knew without his powers if he wanted to be worth a damn he'd have to be at the top of his game and this meant training himself and accepting notrhing less than perfection, which in his eyes was never possible.

Ariella sighed looking at James, smiling at him as she looked down at her nails. "I ... didn't mean to hurt your friend... with the teddybear... I hope she is alright... I didn't want to hurt none of you guys, especially you. But then... I wanted to win because.. I never had a chance of winning anything in my life, heh. So I got a little competitive.. but I was still careful on using my powers though." she nodded biting her bottom lips, now looking up at James, giving him a smile. "But eh! Let's stop talking about that!" her stomach was now growling, yup she was hungry. "Oooh... is there any food around..?" Shane...Shane..! Where was he..?! "Wait.. where is Shane..? I have to go look for him, James. I have to know if he is alright..!" the girl said worried about Shane because he was the worst that got hurt.

James was slightly surprised by her sudden change in reactions. To be honest he hadn't really noticed which way Shane went. H.I.V.E was a big place and it could take a while to find him without any direction. And of course he had nothing on hand to remedy that situation. "Uh, I have no idea where he went. We can start looking. If we see anyone else we can ask but I think most of the other students have gone to lunch." He pondered a moment, where might he go in Shane's shoes. It could be a long shot not knowing the other boy all that well. He did seem a little like a hothead. Usually when things didn't go right he felt like punching something. Without much to go on it was probably a decent place to start. "Let's start with the training room. He might be blowing off some steam there."

Ariella blushed as her stomach growled once again and he could have totally noticed if he listened well but her main concern was that Shane was alright. So she simply nodded and lead the way. "The training room is suppose to be somewhere around here..." 10..seconds later... As they arrived at the training room, she could see Shane up ahead. Ariella smiled waiving at Shane and calling him out. "Shane! Heeey! It's Ariella and James..." she said sighing and standing next to him. "Wow.. you seriously training..? You just got out of a fight and you are training..? again..?"

Violet sighs as Shane walks away from her. She feels really bad for him. She doesn't know what is going on with him and his "rift" persona or whatever, but she feels like she needs to help him in whatever way she can. But he said he didn't need her help. She sighs and opens the door to her room and walks in. She walks over to her bed and sits down, staring at the floor.

Ariella blushed as her stomach growled once again and he could have totally noticed if he listened well but her main concern was that Shane was alright. So she simply nodded and lead the way. "The training room is suppose to be somewhere around here..." 10..seconds later... As they arrived at the training room, she could see Shane up ahead. Ariella smiled waiving at Shane and calling him out. "Shane! Heeey! It's Ariella and James..." she said sighing and standing next to him. "Wow.. you seriously training..? You just got out of a fight and you are training..? again..?"

Shane didn't stop his assault on the training dummies. His energy was focused on perfecting himself. "I was the reason we lost today. I lost control and almost killed two people. I'm not letting my imperfection get in the way again", he grasped Riya with both hands and plunged the sword into the torso of the dummy and lifted it upwards. "If this happened while I was on a job..", his mind went back once more to the warehouse but he quickly removed it from thought. He didn't want to say it but another reason for him pushing himself so hard was because he was afraid of what he could have done to Ariella. She was probably his only friend here and his only real friend in a long time. To think that made him upset because the last time he had a friend she ended up dead. He sheathed Riya and turned to face Ariella, "What I meant to say was; If I had hurt you I wouldn't be able to live with myself. Your my only friend here and..", he never was good with sentiment "..well you get the idea".

Jack just continued to wander around the school for a bit, before he stumbled and realized how over exerted he was. He sighed again to himself, walking to the cafeteria, his thoughts just floating about in his head. Once there, Jack made his way through the line and picked up pretty much whatever he could and as much as possible. He had arranged a few extra meals with the school due to his metabolic problems, so it wasn't abnormal for him to be in the cafeteria at any hour. He made his way to a table somewhere and began to pick at his food, which would look like normal eating to most people.

Jin couldn't find Leon, and her stomach tugged her toward the cafeteria. She was so hungry it hurt, and so she piled a tray with all sorts of protein. Burgers, sandwiches, even tofu. Almost as an afterthought, she put a salad on the tray as well. Then she found a seat and plunked down on it, seeing that the guy across from her had a meal in front of him that outclassed her own. "...And here I thought I'd be the biggest eater." She started in on her burger with a look of absolute bliss.

Dimitri stared with fascination as he watched the nurse do her work. With the speed of an old hand, the nurse had cut and cleaned away a sizable patch of Molly's hair around the wound and hand begun the stitching process, weaving the suture needle in and out of flesh as easily as a seamstress repaired a dress. The cyborg could barely contain his curiosity, "So, if you don't mind me asking, what did you do before becoming a nurse? I don't imagine many school nurses would know how to stitch a wound.". The nurse didn't even look up as she spoke, "I was a combat medic for a private contracting company before this. You name a battle zone and i've probably been there.". Dimitri's mouth hung open a bit, "A combat medic? How in the name of the heavenly buddha did you end up here of all places?", this question prompted a wry smirk from the woman, "Well, let's just say that my employers didn't take to kindly to me using prisoners we captured as training dummies for field work. I would've probably been arrested at some point had I not slipped off the grid." she stated as nonchalantly as a person discussing the weather. If Dimitri's skin could become pale, he'd likely look like a ghost right about now. The school nurse had just admitted to being a mercenary who used human beings as guinea pigs as if it were the most normal thing in the world. The nurse seemed to pick up on his nervousness and chuckled, "What's the matter kid, cat got your tongue?". Dimitri could only laugh nervously, noting silently that the entire time she had not stopped stitching as she spoke.

Dimitri stared with fascination as he watched the nurse do her work. With the speed of an old hand, the nurse had cut and cleaned away a sizable patch of Molly's hair around the wound and hand begun the stitching process, weaving the suture needle in and out of flesh as easily as a seamstress repaired a dress. The cyborg could barely contain his curiosity, "So, if you don't mind me asking, what did you do before becoming a nurse? I don't imagine many school nurses would know how to stitch a wound.". The nurse didn't even look up as she spoke, "I was a combat medic for a private contracting company before this. You name a battle zone and i've probably been there.". Dimitri's mouth hung open a bit, "A combat medic? How in the name of the heavenly buddha did you end up here of all places?", this question prompted a wry smirk from the woman, "Well, let's just say that my employers didn't take to kindly to me using prisoners we captured as training dummies for field work. I would've probably been arrested at some point had I not slipped off the grid." she stated as nonchalantly as a person discussing the weather. If Dimitri's skin could become pale, he'd likely look like a ghost right about now. The school nurse had just admitted to being a mercenary who used human beings as guinea pigs as if it were the most normal thing in the world. The nurse seemed to pick up on his nervousness and chuckled, "What's the matter kid, cat got your tongue?". Dimitri could only laugh nervously, noting silently that the entire time she had not stopped stitching as she spoke.

"Which Company did you work for? I imagine it's one of the less well known ones considering how they reacted towards your experiments." Ryan asked politely. This nurse was quite interesting to him.

Molly felt the cool air of the medbay touch the bare skin of her scalp as the scissors snipped away a large patch of her luxurious mane. It was a strange feeling, a feeling of lightness but also absence. What was even stranger was the slight twinges of pain and discomfort as the needle entered and left the skin of her scalp, sealing up the wound with surprising speed. She forgot entirely that the cold cloth had even touched her head with the constant pulling and pushing on her wound, feeling as if tiny men were trying to pull her skin together by force. She grit her teeth and whimpered occasionally, but kept a stern face. She had received injuries before but none so debilitating. Unless you count the time she broke both her legs in a diamond heist gone wrong. She felt as if she were swimming in her own mind when the nurse and Dimitri spoke to each other, but full control of her mouth had returned to her. She could only manage to choke out, "I ain't no patchwork doll." The mixture of the breeze on her scalp and the twinges of pain from her skull made her pout, "We might as well just cut all of my hair off. After I grew it for so damn long." She looked up to Dimitri and shook him by his dented, scratched arm. "Name's Madame Smash, by the way. Hey, take a look what the nurse cut away. Think I can turn it into a mohawk or something?"

@Mistress Dizzy Jack would smile a bit at that, seeing Jin and her plates. "You'll have o try a lot harder to out eat me. I have to keep pastes and protein bars on me at all times so I don't crash and burn. Running isn't as easy as everyone thinks." Jack was still pretty bothered, but he was at least glad to have some company.

The nurse turned momentarily to Ryan with a hint of amusement in her gaze, "Believe it or not, it was actually one of the more well known ones. I used to work for BlackWater. At least back when they had the spine to admit they were mercenaries and not "private security". Bunch of softies they turned out to be in the end.". Dimitri let out another nervous chuckle as he fought his desire to move away from the nurse, however a slight shaking of his arm grabbed his attention before he could cave in to his urge to gain some distance. He looked down at Molly and snorted a bit after hearing what she had to say, "Nice t'meetcha properly, well, as properly as one can given the circumstances. You can call me either Dimitri or Decibel, either's fine. As for a mohawk...", Dimitri trailed off as he peered over the nurse's shoulder at the scar, "I think you could pull if off. Might come off as a bit punk rockish depending on how you do it, but with a name like "Madame Smash" it'd fit.". The nurse ignored the teen's conversations and tied up the end of the suture, giving it a small tug before cutting away some of the excess thread. She then placed a bit of gauze and medical tape over the wound before leaning back with the look of someone satisfied by a job well done, "There you go kid. From what I can tell you were pretty badly dazed but the scar is the worst thing you've got. Just take things slow and don't go tugging at those or you'll end up back in here getting new ones. You can still shower but i'd suggest wearing a shower cap so you don't get your stitches wet, also you may want to avoid sleeping on your back. You can take pain pills as needed, be sure to switch out the bandages with some fresh ones and if you can't, have someone with clean hands help you, come back to me in about ten days and we'll see if they're ready to come out. Oh, and these are for you." she said before handing handing Molly a small cup with two pain pills, an ice pack, and another cup of water. Despite some mounting fear of the woman, Dimitri thanked her for her help to which she responded by shrugging it off and saying it was her job. The nurse stood and lightly bopped the cyborg on the head, "Just don't go head butting people again. You might have a metal skull, but the rest of us don't.", "Actually it's a plastic poly-", Dimitri's jaw snapped shut as the nurse gave him another sharp glare. "It's the lunch period right now, so I don't need to write you brats a pass. Dimitri was it? You think you can handle helping your friend here up and making sure she's alright for the day? I can't exactly watch over her exclusively since I get multiple students in here daily.", "Uh...ok, sure.", Dimitri moved a bit to the side so the nurse could toss out or store the supplies she'd used before offering his hand to Molly, "You heard her, up and at 'em good to walk?".

Ryan raised his eyebrows in surprise. "BlackWater huh? That is surprising." After the nurse had gotten done Ryan looked at his watch. He then smacked his forehead. "Of course, I forgot to factor in experience on the nurses part. I was a whole three minutes off, unacceptable." He helped the nurse clean up quickly and then looked at Dimitri and Madam Smash. "I don't believe I have properly introduced myself. I am Ryan. Just Ryan. You can call me Flood if you want, most people do."

@Mistress Dizzy Jack would smile a bit at that, seeing Jin and her plates. "You'll have o try a lot harder to out eat me. I have to keep pastes and protein bars on me at all times so I don't crash and burn. Running isn't as easy as everyone thinks." Jack was still pretty bothered, but he was at least glad to have some company.

Jin remembered just in time not to eat with food in her mouth. "Paste? What kinda paste?" She took a long drink of water. "I usually carry peanut butter crackers with me. I only eat like this after I use my powers." It was strange for her to talk about that so frankly. She'd always been a big eater, but now she could tell people why she ate so much. Or rather, how. Not getting those looks of 'where are you putting all that' and girls looking at her nasty when she ate double than they did... "You've gotta burn through food, though. Your power is always in use, right? So, what do you use? Maybe you can give me some tips, because-" She held out her hand. It shook slightly. A steady hand was a thief's bread and butter. It bothered her that hers weren't.