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Doughguy
Guest
Location: Hell (Bus -> Outside Bus)
Time: Evening
Interactions: Vivienne @ElBell, Sam's Harpoons and his nose @TerraBooma
With both chaperones shouting the same order Aaron's body began to follow it, grabbing those students who were too shell shocked to move and pushing them towards the open window. The sight of the shadow beast tearing apart the bus with its hands was absolutely terrifying yet his hands had ceased their shaking. His mind was retreating behind its cracking wall, and he barely recognised Vivienne looking dizzy and clutching her belongings as he moved up beside her. He held his hand out towards out, "Let's get out of here!". If she took it he would help her get out.
Whether she let him help her or not Aaron would be one of the last people on the bus, and finally took his turn to escape through the window. His gaze passed over Damian without registering a single thing on the way out, easily avoiding looking at the revealed eye. And then he was climbing out the window without another glance back. As he dropped to the ground outside he felt a small pain in his side but brushed it off. After all he'd just been thrown across a bus, his body was bound to be sore. Hearing Sam call out for everyone to move to him Aaron followed the instructions, joining the other survivors around the chaperone.
He could see the Chaperone that often spoke to Sam wielding a harpoon behind the rhino, and then there was a ring of them surrounding the students. He watched the battle come to its close with a blank expression on his face, his memory recording the events analytically. With his conscious mind hiding he was truly running on autopilot, shock had taken over. Blood burst from the rhino as it was knocked back and hit the ground before lying still. Yet the danger hadn't passed as he saw the smaller shadows crawling around, outside the circle of weapons.
Defend yourself his mind said, drawing his eyes to the harpoons. They weren't swords, but they were better than fists. He reached out and closed his grip around one, only to immediately release it as sudden pain enveloped his hand. From a detached perspective he examined the unharmed skin, wondering why touching the metal had felt like a shark suddenly clamped its mouth over his fingers. Confused, he he left the weapons alone and stepped back to join the others. He had to hope the chaperones had a plan to deal with this, they did seem to be winning so far.
Hidden from his mind by the adrenaline in his system, the wound on his side began to bleed freely. Though the shrapnel had missed anything vital, it was deep, and would soon begin sapping his strength. Unless someone else noticed it.
Time: Evening
Interactions: Vivienne @ElBell, Sam's Harpoons and his nose @TerraBooma
With both chaperones shouting the same order Aaron's body began to follow it, grabbing those students who were too shell shocked to move and pushing them towards the open window. The sight of the shadow beast tearing apart the bus with its hands was absolutely terrifying yet his hands had ceased their shaking. His mind was retreating behind its cracking wall, and he barely recognised Vivienne looking dizzy and clutching her belongings as he moved up beside her. He held his hand out towards out, "Let's get out of here!". If she took it he would help her get out.
Whether she let him help her or not Aaron would be one of the last people on the bus, and finally took his turn to escape through the window. His gaze passed over Damian without registering a single thing on the way out, easily avoiding looking at the revealed eye. And then he was climbing out the window without another glance back. As he dropped to the ground outside he felt a small pain in his side but brushed it off. After all he'd just been thrown across a bus, his body was bound to be sore. Hearing Sam call out for everyone to move to him Aaron followed the instructions, joining the other survivors around the chaperone.
He could see the Chaperone that often spoke to Sam wielding a harpoon behind the rhino, and then there was a ring of them surrounding the students. He watched the battle come to its close with a blank expression on his face, his memory recording the events analytically. With his conscious mind hiding he was truly running on autopilot, shock had taken over. Blood burst from the rhino as it was knocked back and hit the ground before lying still. Yet the danger hadn't passed as he saw the smaller shadows crawling around, outside the circle of weapons.
Defend yourself his mind said, drawing his eyes to the harpoons. They weren't swords, but they were better than fists. He reached out and closed his grip around one, only to immediately release it as sudden pain enveloped his hand. From a detached perspective he examined the unharmed skin, wondering why touching the metal had felt like a shark suddenly clamped its mouth over his fingers. Confused, he he left the weapons alone and stepped back to join the others. He had to hope the chaperones had a plan to deal with this, they did seem to be winning so far.
Hidden from his mind by the adrenaline in his system, the wound on his side began to bleed freely. Though the shrapnel had missed anything vital, it was deep, and would soon begin sapping his strength. Unless someone else noticed it.
Backpack with snacks and books
Folder with Japan Trip Info
Smartphone
Wallet with some money and cards
Fancy Watch
Folder with Japan Trip Info
Smartphone
Wallet with some money and cards
Fancy Watch