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Post by nyuu on Sept 6, 2009 20:08:13 GMT -5
Nyuu was confused. The directions didn't make any sense. She grabbed up the beaker with the red stuff in it and decided to drink it. As she moved it to her lips it was knocked away. Nyuu stared at her hand, as if wondering where it went. She looked around for it, not even noticing her lab partner. First she tried checking her sleeves, which were of course glued to her wrist thanks to Kohta. This reminded Nyuu of how she hadn't taken off her blazer since she arrived at the school. She immediately began trying to remove it. After some wrestling she hooked her hands under the bottom of the blazer, ripping a bit of skin off painfully, causing her to whine but not stop pulling. She wanted the uncomfortable clothes removed, and no glue was going to stop her.
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Post by n on Sept 7, 2009 0:36:45 GMT -5
The chemistry room was...cold. Not exactly freezing, but just cold enough to feel uncomfortable and maybe merit some gloves. Naminé kept working her hands together, trying to warm her fingers, and tried to concentrate on the fact that in the minute there would be a teacher and a lesson and the scattered chemicals and implements on her table would make sense. Someone had obviously set them out with meticulous care and Naminé was reluctant even to touch them, feeling like she'd disturb some natural science in the making.
Chemistry was a mystery to her, as were most sciences--and mathematics, for that matter. She knew that was connected to music somehow, but while she liked it about as much as a Nobody could, music had never really appealed as an art--it was only her drawings that she really concentrated on, but the school required certain classes and Naminé was very much used to obeying rules. Plus, some of the classes had put her close to Sora and Riku and Axel, and while none of them seemed to have spotted her just yet and she definitely hadn't made any attempt to communicate, she was content to see them from her place at the back of the classroom and know that they were alright.
A ruckus distracted her from the reddish mixture--a little lighter than red, actually, more like alizarin and she wanted a crayon like it--because one of the other students, pink-haired, seemed to be hurting herself. Naminé watched, eyes flickering to others near her to see if anyone would do anything, and determined that they wouldn't before getting involved herself. "What are you doing? Is something wrong?" she asked carefully, moving with shoulders tucked inward and hands close to her waist to keep from appearing aggressive. There was blood coming from underneath the blazer, and Naminé reflexively seized both the girl's hands to stop her, although her grip was gentle. She could already see by the hardened substance eking out from the sleeves that it had been glued on.
Glued.
Naminé's eyes widened in horror and flicked upward to catch the girl's gaze. "Who did this to you...?" she whispered. Why would someone do that to another person? Was it to hide something? Was this girl being abused, like...
Naminé bit her lip.
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