Post by sarah54321 on Mar 28, 2015 21:52:46 GMT
Ah, my leg still hurts.
I cannot help but wonder when I'll finally have it amputated. I understand that my mother and my father. They cannot yet pay for it, but my leg is very painful, to even touch on, let alone walk on. I am grateful, yes, for this cane that I have.
Sitting in this classroom with my white haired classmate, it is sort of boring, and the night is cloudy, giving it a sense of foreboding. I do not mind. I should be picked up soon. I only stayed behind in order to help catch up on my work. It is important I do so, after the accident, I missed so much of class, after all.
I wonder when we'll be let out, though. Where is the teacher that often rounds th--
Warning: Dead body located on the premises. Simple program analysis highly suggests murder; saving video feed from just before the event. Facility has been locked down until This System's authorities can be reached.
That really loud noise. I listen to it, and it is so loud! It makes me cover my ears! However, my classmate seems very calm about this. If he is calm, then I shall also be calm!
Ow. My leg still hurts, however. I decide, then, to take my cane and hop my way away. I talk briefly to my classmate, but otherwise, I go towards the courtyard, where I heard a clanging noise that accompanied the loud warning. I hear other students walking by. They have mixed reactions as they enter, and I do, as well.
My first reaction is as such. Is that Sensei? Then my next reaction happens to be panic. I quickly hop away as best as I can, not wanting to stare at the terrible carnage that is the body in the courtyard. I hop towards the entrance, noticing a small gathering.
To my surprise, there are these people dressed in black there. They look official, like. I smile, I give a wave, and I greet them to the best of my abilities. I hope that they don't mind that I sound strange. I always had a weird way of introducing myself, but I'm sure they won't. No, they don't seem troubled at all. They are saying that they are here to solve the murders. I shall nickname them Murder Solvers, then.
Due to how she died, the soldiers are wanting us to gather in a room, so we may be safe together, and to ensure that everyone gets questioned equally. I do not mind. This is like those crime shows, I am guessing. Ah, they want us to follow them, so I shall. I glance at the others, but I don't truly listen to them, yet. It's not that important to listen to insistent chatter while following important people trying to save your life.
We climb up to the second floor. It hurts. My leg really hurts, and I'm so tired. I realize, though, that I'm not the only cripple here. The vast majority of us appear to be injured in some manner. I forget, Misuterii High does allow such a thing. It is nice, I do not feel alone, anymore. I think, I shall speak to them. I think.
We enter the lounge of the teachers. This is a place we're not usually supposed to be in, but. I suppose, if the soldiers allow us, we may sit here. I gladly walk in and sit down at the table. My leg is throbbing. A girl with similar hair to me sits down in the other chair at the table. She seems a little scared. I understand, though I do not feel the same as she.
I hear arguing, and some people do not believe in the soldiers. At current time, I think they are simply doing what they can. The Murder Solvers must make sure we are all safe.
It takes some time, but eventually I fall asleep for a little bit. The lull of having people talk continuously made me shut them out for awhile, and it actually feels nice. When I wake up again, my leg doesn't hurt that much anymore.
While waiting, I hear the conversation of two girls nearby. The Girl with purple hair, and the girl with grey hair. They are talking of. Conventions? For anime? That sounds amazing! At the earliest point, I most certainly am jumping into their conversation!
This is fun. I think that they're very fun people. I introduce myself. I am Luka Fukuwa. That girl with grey hair, do you know? Her pigtails remind me of Miku Hatsune. If we are to go to a convention, then we must dress up, as well! That purple haired girl most certainly agrees. She says I could be Naoto Shirogane, from Persona Four. I enjoy that game, though I do not play video games very often. That hat of theirs... is cute! I agree.
However, our conversation is very cut short. I am upset about it, but I try not to show it. The purple haired girl says something about not leaving the school, wanting to talk to the soldiers. When the Murder Solvers come back, she begins to talk to them. That grey haired girl. I learn her name is Tomoko Nanaya. That is such a nice name. ...
The soldiers want to question some more students. I want to get this over with. My leg feels fine, so walking should be no problem. I volunteer, and they agree. A boy nearby is panicking, saying he needs to leave. I feel bad for him, but the sooner we finish the questioning, then the sooner we can all be released for fresh air. Is that correct?
Following them, my leg begins to ache once more. I do not mind that much, it's not too much for me to bear. They guide me into the woodshop room, and I hear a click from the door behind me as they close it.
They tell me to get on my knees. To put my hands behind my head.
This isn't normal procedure.
I do it anyway.
My cane is against the table now.
Getting on my knees really hurts.
My leg is burning. I--
"Charlie, the horse is injured!~"
Bang!
My leg hurts...
I cannot help but wonder when I'll finally have it amputated. I understand that my mother and my father. They cannot yet pay for it, but my leg is very painful, to even touch on, let alone walk on. I am grateful, yes, for this cane that I have.
Sitting in this classroom with my white haired classmate, it is sort of boring, and the night is cloudy, giving it a sense of foreboding. I do not mind. I should be picked up soon. I only stayed behind in order to help catch up on my work. It is important I do so, after the accident, I missed so much of class, after all.
I wonder when we'll be let out, though. Where is the teacher that often rounds th--
Warning: Dead body located on the premises. Simple program analysis highly suggests murder; saving video feed from just before the event. Facility has been locked down until This System's authorities can be reached.
That really loud noise. I listen to it, and it is so loud! It makes me cover my ears! However, my classmate seems very calm about this. If he is calm, then I shall also be calm!
Ow. My leg still hurts, however. I decide, then, to take my cane and hop my way away. I talk briefly to my classmate, but otherwise, I go towards the courtyard, where I heard a clanging noise that accompanied the loud warning. I hear other students walking by. They have mixed reactions as they enter, and I do, as well.
My first reaction is as such. Is that Sensei? Then my next reaction happens to be panic. I quickly hop away as best as I can, not wanting to stare at the terrible carnage that is the body in the courtyard. I hop towards the entrance, noticing a small gathering.
To my surprise, there are these people dressed in black there. They look official, like. I smile, I give a wave, and I greet them to the best of my abilities. I hope that they don't mind that I sound strange. I always had a weird way of introducing myself, but I'm sure they won't. No, they don't seem troubled at all. They are saying that they are here to solve the murders. I shall nickname them Murder Solvers, then.
Due to how she died, the soldiers are wanting us to gather in a room, so we may be safe together, and to ensure that everyone gets questioned equally. I do not mind. This is like those crime shows, I am guessing. Ah, they want us to follow them, so I shall. I glance at the others, but I don't truly listen to them, yet. It's not that important to listen to insistent chatter while following important people trying to save your life.
We climb up to the second floor. It hurts. My leg really hurts, and I'm so tired. I realize, though, that I'm not the only cripple here. The vast majority of us appear to be injured in some manner. I forget, Misuterii High does allow such a thing. It is nice, I do not feel alone, anymore. I think, I shall speak to them. I think.
We enter the lounge of the teachers. This is a place we're not usually supposed to be in, but. I suppose, if the soldiers allow us, we may sit here. I gladly walk in and sit down at the table. My leg is throbbing. A girl with similar hair to me sits down in the other chair at the table. She seems a little scared. I understand, though I do not feel the same as she.
I hear arguing, and some people do not believe in the soldiers. At current time, I think they are simply doing what they can. The Murder Solvers must make sure we are all safe.
It takes some time, but eventually I fall asleep for a little bit. The lull of having people talk continuously made me shut them out for awhile, and it actually feels nice. When I wake up again, my leg doesn't hurt that much anymore.
While waiting, I hear the conversation of two girls nearby. The Girl with purple hair, and the girl with grey hair. They are talking of. Conventions? For anime? That sounds amazing! At the earliest point, I most certainly am jumping into their conversation!
This is fun. I think that they're very fun people. I introduce myself. I am Luka Fukuwa. That girl with grey hair, do you know? Her pigtails remind me of Miku Hatsune. If we are to go to a convention, then we must dress up, as well! That purple haired girl most certainly agrees. She says I could be Naoto Shirogane, from Persona Four. I enjoy that game, though I do not play video games very often. That hat of theirs... is cute! I agree.
However, our conversation is very cut short. I am upset about it, but I try not to show it. The purple haired girl says something about not leaving the school, wanting to talk to the soldiers. When the Murder Solvers come back, she begins to talk to them. That grey haired girl. I learn her name is Tomoko Nanaya. That is such a nice name. ...
The soldiers want to question some more students. I want to get this over with. My leg feels fine, so walking should be no problem. I volunteer, and they agree. A boy nearby is panicking, saying he needs to leave. I feel bad for him, but the sooner we finish the questioning, then the sooner we can all be released for fresh air. Is that correct?
Following them, my leg begins to ache once more. I do not mind that much, it's not too much for me to bear. They guide me into the woodshop room, and I hear a click from the door behind me as they close it.
They tell me to get on my knees. To put my hands behind my head.
This isn't normal procedure.
I do it anyway.
My cane is against the table now.
Getting on my knees really hurts.
My leg is burning. I--
"Charlie, the horse is injured!~"
Bang!
My leg hurts...