Kalinda didn't wake. She was pale, and dark circles were under her eyes. Asleep, or perhaps comatose in the nurses ward, she didn't make a sound. In fact, the only reassurance that she wasn't dead was the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. It didn't appear that she would wake anytime soon. Her dreams were plagued with nightmares, swirling colours, and powerful emotions. It didn't appear that Kalinda was even in the world anymore, but rather, some alternative dimension. Every time someone tried to touch her, or indeed, even when near her, she would thrash, flinch or scream, without appearing to wake up.
The nurses and other care staff kept their distance from her, purely for their safety, as typically anything they were carrying, or anything near Kalinda would rise up in the air. This was particularly dangerous if they had something sharp. They watched her from a distance, but couldn't do anything.
she woke up screaming. Her head pounding, her body weak. The emotions whirling in her, but not effecting her. It was as if she was staring at them from a distance, studying them, but not effected by them. She pushed herself up, ignoring the cries and shouts from the nurses, 3nd despite her weakness, she darted out the room, eyes wild. Student she touched as she made a mad dash across the grounds would feel a powerful spike in their emotions. Bare skin on bare skin caused this, and Kalinda shuddered at the contact. If anyone cared to listen to the steady muttering from her mouth, they would hear "Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, leave me alone! STOP IT".
She was in her dorm before she registered where she was. Before she seemed to come to her senses. She slid down the shut door, and cradled her head in her hands, shaking. But she didn't shed any tears, indeed, didn't seem to even emote any emotion besides distress. And even that seemed like cool detachment. It seemed to take hours for her to pull herself together, when in fact it was mere moments. She showered, and stood staring at the clothes in her wardrobe. She finally swallowed, and chose a black, skin tight...suit. Which virtually covered her hands, feet and neck as well as her body, so that the only skin showing was that on her head and face. She pulled on a top and pants over it, knowing she probably looked foolish, but not caring. indeed, she seemed to attack the chore of getting dressed as nothing more then a duty, cool disinterest.
She gathered what she needed, and then headed to the cafeteria. Two notes were in her hands, they would find their way to who they needed to go to, during the day. And they wouldn't know who put them there. But she would, and that thought gave her an odd sort of cheer, and yet, that was still detached from her.
Connor didnt spend a lot of the night asleep. In fact, he spent most of it awake, falling on his bed, still fully dressed, at 4 am, and waking at 6.30. Tools, metals, nuts, bolts, screws, drill pieces, and more were spread across the whole floor of his room. His had fixed up any damage his suit had gotten during the battle, as well as improving some aspects. And adding others.
The plans were spread, abandoned, on the desk, creased from their many foldings, and paper was spread across the floor, pencil sketching hastily drawn on them. Crumpled balls of paper also littered the floor, the desk, and the trash can, and blunt pencils, a ruler, and other stationary items were scattered around as well. Instead of the noodles that were his go to foods when working like he had were absent, replaced with coffee, and candy bars, so that by the time four am rolled around, he had crashed hard. But it had been worth it. He was satisified with what he had done.
When he woke, he sighed heavily, and rose, dutiful as always. He got ready for the day, somehow managing to tidy up as he did so, but there was always a straw nut, bolt or screw that he somehow managed to step on. He remembered his jacket this time, shoving his hands in his pockets as he headed out, bleary eyed. His hair, ticking up slightly, still managed to fall across his eyes. Still, he was in a good mood, as he headed towards the cafeteria.
Phoebe wake early, as her habit, happy. She showered, and dressed, happily going for her morning run. She wasn't surprised to see that the gym's wall had already been repaired, and any other damage was gone. She was humming to herself, glancing about as she ran.
(....I'm ashamed at Phoebe's post...)