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[i][u]Location:[/u]Lincoln Memorial High
[u]Interacting With:[/u] Everyone by [b]The Body[/b][/i][/center]
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The screams woke Scout with a start. Stunned and horrified by the shrillness, she scrambled to her feet and glanced around wildly, hand shoving deep into the inside pocket or her sweatshirt. The scream lasted a good few seconds, cleaning ringing out among the tall trees of Verona, and Scout turned towards the auditorium entrance slowly. A figure laid before the Founder’s statue, fainted, and Scout instinctively moved towards it, stumbling slightly as her feet slipped on the grass hills of the lawn. Eventually she reached the courtyard, and she walked briskly over to hover a hand over Veronica Burr’s mouth, closing her eyes briefly as she felt breath swell passed her fingers, and then she turned slightly to see what had spooked the younger girl so much.

And as her eyes settled on the body she felt her blood freeze in shock. Though she was terrified, her eyes moved, scanning, remembering every detail of the body she could. The vines, the skin, and face, the flower… Flower. A sudden roar of confusion drew Scout out of her mental paralysis. and Scout yelped, falling back and scrambling away into a sudden sea of legs. She would have been trampled if not for a sudden pair of strong hands pulling her out of the crowd and onto the sidelines.

[b]”Presley, you good?”[/b] A concerned voice asked, and Scout looked up shakily to see Ms. Hastings gripping her upper arm. Like a terrified little girl Scout clung to the teacher’s skirt hem, small hands quaking with fear. Her mind was racing, words lost in her throat as she retraced what she had saw. A body, a body. Just like back then, a [i]dead body[/i] had hung before her, looking as horrid as it could. Vines, vines that Scout could not name had tied the poor victim to the statue and perhaps even ripped the life from her, but that wasn’t what made the murder so familiar to her.

[b]”Presley, I need you to calm down, child. Pres- [i]Silvia[/i], hey, are you okay?”[/b] Ms. Hastings was once again trying to grab her attention, her grip loosening slightly as Scout shook with fear. She couldn’t remember why it was so familiar, she couldn’t, maybe… Her eyes traced the crowd, focusing on the head of the victim, and while her stomach churned ungracefully she finally saw it again. The flash of blue, the flower. A violet. Scout made sure to remember the object as Hastings literally pulled her up to her feet and clasped onto her face. [b]”Miss Presley, you’ve got to calm down, here, let’s get you out of this crowd.”[/b] Despite Ms. Hastings’ strong voice, Scout easily saw the fear in her wide eyes, and with a small nod she allowed the teacher to lead her back inside to settle down among the now-empty seats of the assembly hall. Scout sucked in a few deep breaths, forcing her churning stomach to calm itself, and then she turned to stare at the shivering Ms. Hastings, her wide eyes gleaming in the half-light.


[b][color=436EEE]“That was… That was Rachel Lewis, wasn’t it?”[/color][/b] Scout whispered in a small, emotionless voice, briefly remembering the girl’s face from the assembly that had been going on just a few minutes prior. [b][color=436EEE]“She was alive, she was alive just a few moments ago wasn’t she? I saw her…”[/color][/b] Scout stared down at her own shaking hands, and as she clenched them into tight fists she let out a small sob, unable to control the tremors that wracked her body. It was unusual for her to be so panicked, so unnaturally uncomfortable, and Hastings picked up on Scout’s uncharacteristic behaviors instantly. She bent at the waist slightly, meeting Scout’s unwavering gaze with her own sparkling eyes,

[b]”It’s all gonna be okay, Silvia, don’t worry about it. The police will take care of everything, okay?”[/b] Scout felt her eyes narrow at the mention of the police, but, not wanting to spoil her favorite teacher’s hopes, she nodded and rubbed at any stray tears or sweat with the back of her hand. Feeling a bit calmer, Scout allowed her shoulders to relax, and she let her eyes shut as she proceeded to clear her mind of any frightful matters, instead trying to focus on keeping herself collected and cool. 

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[i][u]Location:[/u]Lincoln Memorial High
[u]Interacting With:[/u] N/A[/i][/center]
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[b][color=9e0b0f]“W-What the fuck…”[/color][/b]

King’s head was buried in his hands, and his body was shaking in terror. The car was dead silent, he had turned it off a few minutes after Mal exited the vehicle, and while King had appreciated the quiet before now it was simply maddening. Outside the car, King saw a storm of negativity, fear, and and panic. It was consuming him, driving him crazy, and he was merely frozen with fear in the driver’s seat. Something was very wrong, he knew, he could feel it. King slowly lifted his head, staring at the cloud of emotions by the school. Was Malcolm okay? Did something go wrong? What could cause such [i]terror?[/i] King shook his head, turning to bury his aching eyes back into his the leather of the steering wheel.

[i]use this as an opportunity, practice[/i]

King blinked once at the thought, shaking still, and then with a sudden fire he shut his eyes and began to strengthen his mind. He imagine walled, building high over his mental self, protecting him, growing strong with each brick he imagined. He visualized the colors growing dimmer, leaving his body alone as he tried to form some kind of mental shield to evade them, and though he was merely testing the waters it seemed to be working. He could now loosen his grip on the wheel, and the frigid terror that clogged his throat had become a lesser pain. King slowly lifted his head again, blue eyes scanning the storm of feelings once more, but now he felt a bit more in control. A haggard sigh escaped his lips and he fell back into his seat, relaxing slightly despite the shakiness that still infected his hands. His eyes traced the colors, seeing familiar shades of blues and blacks and reds, shades he had remembered Malcolm used to exude, but a curious color caught his attention. It was not melded with the others, no, it seemed like it’s own entity, undied by the panic that surrounded it. It was bright yellow in color, and though it seemed pure at first glance King swore he saw shimmers of orange or red gleaming within. King couldn’t control the sudden devious, unnatural grin that curled his lips, and his eyebrows upturned slightly as he finally deciphered what the emotion was.

[color=fff200]Joy.[/color]