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I have a character sheet nearly ready. However, I might have to be gone for a while in a little less than 2 weeks, so I guess I could be the first death, unless you want a long-term commitment.
Dave, engrossed by looking into his new eyes, was briefly startled by loud voices next to him. He jumped slightly, looking over to his right. Nobody was there, but the voices still happened. I must be going insane, he thought, but soon enough, he identified Whitney's usual voice from the multitude of others he could now hear clearly.
"This is affecting our group from yesterday, isn't it?" he said uneasily. A moment passed. "I'll go along with whatever dumb thing you'll plan, I've got nothing better to do." He heard footsteps walking away, probably towards the owner's next class. Dave recollected his thoughts, now with the information in his head that he and Pen weren't the only ones with this mystery disease. He glanced back up at the mirror. The golden eyes had disappeared, replaced by the normal blue. Splashing his face with water, he spit the globule of blood out of his mouth and tried to breathe normally, exiting the bathroom and making his way over to where Pen was.
"Well, I guess we know now that it's not just us two with this... thing," he remarked. "Now that we've got Whitney, we just have to find the others, I suppose." He noticed the extra backpack on Pen's shoulder and recognized it as his own. He smiled for the first time that day.
"Thanks for getting my backpack, that old codger Stanton probably would have just thrown it away." He grabbed it off her shoulder and slung it around his own.
"I'll go look around for Saxon and the others, see you later" he said, delving into the steady stream of students.
Just before he got to his next period Social Sciences class, he saw an odd commotion up ahead. Nobody seemed to be noticing, but Dave was most definitely curious. When he arrived at the scene, he noticed Dante, looking very pained, stumble over to a hoodie-wearing figure, who, on a closer look, was Saxon. He walked over to the two. They would know something.
"Hey, what's going on?" he asked. "You guys feel terrible today too?"
"This is affecting our group from yesterday, isn't it?" he said uneasily. A moment passed. "I'll go along with whatever dumb thing you'll plan, I've got nothing better to do." He heard footsteps walking away, probably towards the owner's next class. Dave recollected his thoughts, now with the information in his head that he and Pen weren't the only ones with this mystery disease. He glanced back up at the mirror. The golden eyes had disappeared, replaced by the normal blue. Splashing his face with water, he spit the globule of blood out of his mouth and tried to breathe normally, exiting the bathroom and making his way over to where Pen was.
"Well, I guess we know now that it's not just us two with this... thing," he remarked. "Now that we've got Whitney, we just have to find the others, I suppose." He noticed the extra backpack on Pen's shoulder and recognized it as his own. He smiled for the first time that day.
"Thanks for getting my backpack, that old codger Stanton probably would have just thrown it away." He grabbed it off her shoulder and slung it around his own.
"I'll go look around for Saxon and the others, see you later" he said, delving into the steady stream of students.
Just before he got to his next period Social Sciences class, he saw an odd commotion up ahead. Nobody seemed to be noticing, but Dave was most definitely curious. When he arrived at the scene, he noticed Dante, looking very pained, stumble over to a hoodie-wearing figure, who, on a closer look, was Saxon. He walked over to the two. They would know something.
"Hey, what's going on?" he asked. "You guys feel terrible today too?"
Still here, I'll try to get something up soon.
No worries, if I was Pen I'd have done that ^^
I'll have something up later tonight or, while extremely unlikely, tomorrow.
I'll have something up later tonight or, while extremely unlikely, tomorrow.
*more whistling*
Once Mr. Stanton had become distracted by something else, Pen twisted around in her chair to face Dave. She looked incredibly tired, and most of all, incredibly annoyed.
"What do you want?" she hissed at him, her tone acid. While the way she said her question answered Dave's question, he decided to ask anyway.
"You feel like-" he paused, and looked around, then began again in a quieter tone. "-shit, this morning?" He quickly snapped his head back to where he could see Mr.
Stanton, finishing up whatever task he had decided to get preoccupied with. His headache intensified quickly leaned over again, wincing.
"Listen, we should get everyone else that was in our group yesterday after school," he asked Pen. "I think that room had something in it." His headache reached began to crescendo even more. He was feeling more terrible by the second. Shortly after, Dave raised his hand. Mr. Stanton paused mid-way through his lecture, and blinked.
"Yes, David?" he asked sternly, adjusting his glasses.
"May I go to the bathroom?" Dave asked, leaning on the desk slightly, but not noticeably. Mr. Stanton nodded, and Dave slowly walked out of the classroom, down the hallway, and into the men's washroom. He leaned over the sink, breathing heavily. This wasn't a cold or the flu at all, something totally different, he thought to himself. He started to cough uncontrollably, tasting blood in his mouth. Once it has subsided, a strange feeling washed over him. He glanced up at the mirror and nearly fell backwards with astonishment at what he saw. His eyes, far from their normal blue, had become a bright gold.
"What do you want?" she hissed at him, her tone acid. While the way she said her question answered Dave's question, he decided to ask anyway.
"You feel like-" he paused, and looked around, then began again in a quieter tone. "-shit, this morning?" He quickly snapped his head back to where he could see Mr.
Stanton, finishing up whatever task he had decided to get preoccupied with. His headache intensified quickly leaned over again, wincing.
"Listen, we should get everyone else that was in our group yesterday after school," he asked Pen. "I think that room had something in it." His headache reached began to crescendo even more. He was feeling more terrible by the second. Shortly after, Dave raised his hand. Mr. Stanton paused mid-way through his lecture, and blinked.
"Yes, David?" he asked sternly, adjusting his glasses.
"May I go to the bathroom?" Dave asked, leaning on the desk slightly, but not noticeably. Mr. Stanton nodded, and Dave slowly walked out of the classroom, down the hallway, and into the men's washroom. He leaned over the sink, breathing heavily. This wasn't a cold or the flu at all, something totally different, he thought to himself. He started to cough uncontrollably, tasting blood in his mouth. Once it has subsided, a strange feeling washed over him. He glanced up at the mirror and nearly fell backwards with astonishment at what he saw. His eyes, far from their normal blue, had become a bright gold.
I'll have some kind of post after 4th of July stuff happens.
*whistles*
I'm assuming it's 9th-12th grade, akin to what we have in the United States.
And now we describe what waking up in the morning after very little sleep with a mystery disease feels like!
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