Ghuld gulped. She was sure she would be kicked out for this - she
just killed a student. "Erm... what happened is exactly what it
looks like," she said, wincing slightly. Well, she just ruined her
one chance at not being lonely for life... she sighed. She didn't
care. It didn't matter. If people can't handle the idea that people
kill, then that's their fault, not hers.
She placed it down, slipping the guitar toworards her chest. She
calmly started to play a soothing melody that she knew off by
heart. ''Thanks, Springy.'' she thought to herself. Each of them
had their own nicknames, his being Springy. She remembered hers,
too, except only her father used it. That was ''Fawn.''
Ghuld heard a guitar being played. She needed a distraction,
anyway. She went towards the sound, a large crowd following her,
and found it was coming from a dorm. She gently pushed open the
door, knocking loudly.
The door just simply opened, as she carelessly played Spring's old
guitar. She seemed to be humming quietly with it. Next to her was a
black, wooden box with a silver pawprint painted ontop. The box was
closed shut with a silvery lock. She didn't even notice Ghlud enter
because she was so.. Happy.
Ghuld stood in the doorway, hoping she would be noticed. She
cleared her throat, and heard people whispering behind her.
"Hello," she said. This rabbit person made her less confident than
she normally was, though she wasn't sure why. She walked a little
further in. "I'm Ghuld, I arrived... A day ago? Anyway, I needed
somewhere to go, and I heard music, so..." she glanced at the
rabbit-person, hoping they wouldn't attack her - she would rather
not take another life. Chances were, the person didn't know she had
killed someone yet, and she wanted to keep it that way.
Summer took a deep breath and projected all the calm she could pull
up outwards. The crowd of students quickly thinned out, much to her
relief. Summer followed after Ghuld. She carefully projected out
confidence towards her, as well as tried to lessen Fawna’s
curiosity.
I am rubber, you are glue, whatever you say bounces off me and
sticks to you. ~Patton
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Amos saw as two students walked down the hall, one looking rather
upset, the other not so much. His curiosity peaked he decided to
follow behind Summer.
Summer mentally sighed. That did not work. She didn’t detect Amos,
but still had her subconscious air of calm up. She was beginning to
subconsciously send confidence out in the area around her as well.
I am rubber, you are glue, whatever you say bounces off me and
sticks to you. ~Patton
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"Patgokinesis, eh? Interesting." Amos mused as a small wave of
confidence git him. He still trailed behind Summer, but this time
he was a little closer. He hadn't really run into someone with
abilities like hers.
Boonii had a good sleep. Though, he still wondered what the noise
he heard was coming from. He had followed the noise of "Crap!", but
by the time he got to it, there was no one there.
She shook her hand, making sure her claws didn't scratch her. "I
only came to see who was playing the music... and I need a
distraction." She silently hoped Fawna wouldn't ask why. Then
again, she had been feared all her life, so why should this be any
different? "Where did you learn to play?"
Summer strengthened the air of calm around her. She silently prayed
for Fawna to not ask too much. The air of calm hit Amos as well.
Summer focused on Fawna, carefully ripping most of the curiosity
she could reach away from Fawna. That should discourage her from
asking. Then again, Fawna seemed to be part machine. Maybe she was
less affected by Summer’s powers.
I am rubber, you are glue, whatever you say bounces off me and
sticks to you. ~Patton
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Boonii walked out of his dorm and awaited the next person to walk
out of their dorm. "I've never actually met anyone in this school.
Maybe someone would be willing to chat?" He sat down in front of
his dorm playing cross-word puzzles while he patiently waited.
Amos tensed as the calming effect hit him, before it quickly took
action. The feeling was strange, to say the least, not the emotion
(he was usually quite calm, usually to everyone's surprise) but
rather the strange presence it had. He shook his head, he needed to
focus on the task at hand.
''Well, funny ya ask. My friend, Springy taught me. Or.. At least
we CALLED him Springy. He's known now as Spring Bonnie. But we just
simply called him Spring. It's his gutair too.''
Summer regarded Fawna with curiosity, still not noticing Amos. She
wanted to know the story behind the guitar. However, she remembered
her limits and forced herself to not compel Fawna to say anything.
I am rubber, you are glue, whatever you say bounces off me and
sticks to you. ~Patton
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