Saint Poemandres Boarding School

[revolverwolf]

For just a moment, as she passed away into the recesses of the library, she felt the familiar sickness... It passed quickly enough, but she knew that her stomach was quickly gearing up to do something again. She would have to cut this journey short and go back to her room before she ended up doing anything she might regret.

Lillith abandoned her quest for the M section of the library, literally turning tail and trying to find the exit as quickly as possible. But it was incredibly confusing. She could have sworn that the library was shifting around her, but it was all just the sickness. "Oh God." Her vision blurred and her throat spasmed. "Oh Go-"

She voided her stomach. Feathers, plastic and bile were all mixed in together to create a disgusting cocktail of sick. [small]"Oh... God..."[/small] Her breaths came deeply and her words were slow. Lillith slowly backed down the aisle as far as she could before her eyes started to roll back in her head and she fell sidewards into one of the bookcases, head colliding painlessly with a shelf as she lost consciousness.

Spoiler: OOC

Looked back and decided that it is Tuesday in the RP. I must have messed up at some point.

 

[CounterAttack]

Rochelle turned at the sound of someone vomiting somewhere in the library. A thunk followed soon after, coming from an aisle nearby. Whoever this sick person was, they needed to get out of the library before a staff member found them. Rochelle got up to investigate, her nose picking up the unappealing smell within a minute.

At the sight of Lillith lying on the floor, books strewn around her head and a puddle of multicoloured vomit slowly staining the nearby carpet, Rochelle clapped her hands to her mouth. Dear God, what happened to you, Lilli? She quickly moved to check Lillith;s condition; thankfully she was unconscious as opposed to something worse. Rochelle also noticed a few feathers sticking out of the vomit. She assumed they were from birds or something; who knew what the Lamia's diet was?

With the idea of getting Lillith out of the library firmly lodged in her mind, Rochelle weighed up her options. She probably wasn't strong enough to carry her firnd out on her own... perhaps the guy could help her. She turned away and hurried back ot the tables, quickly finding the guy. "Um... Could you please help me out with something?" she quietly asked. "If you heard that noise earlier, it was my friend. She's unconscious and I can't get her up to her dorm room on my own."

 

[terribleyetfun]

Rochelle `s voice managed to snap Jeffery out of his self-imposed trance, he turned to face her raising an eyebrow in suspicion upon hearing her story not knowing whether or not to trust the angel.

"so you want me to go with you into the back of a dark library where nobody can see us or hears us to help your 'friend' who has fallen unconscious" Jeffery let out a long sigh before getting out of his chair "your lucky I`m confident I could fight you off or else you would`nt be getting any help from me, so lead the way miss Novassa " Jeffery said motioning towards the ocean of shelves that made up the library.

 

[CounterAttack]

What the hell? Why would he think I'm lying to him? Rochelle immediately thought to herself. Someone's a bit more than a little paranoid. "I have no intention whatsoever of fighting you or doing anything similar. I'm telling you the truth, so could you please drop the attitude," she said, leading the guy back to where Lillith lay unconscious. With one hand over her nose in an attempt to block out the smell, which had intensified a little over time, she shifted a few of the fallen books to one side, clearing a space.

"See what I mean? I don't know how this happened, but Lillith clearly needs help. We should get her to either the infirmary or her dorm... do you have any idea which is closer? The dorms are about ten minutes away from here, I think." Having never been to the school's medical center, Rochelle didn't know the answer to that question. She hoped the guy would help out instead of being a... well, a brat, for lack of a better word.

 

[terribleyetfun]

Jeffery followed closely behind Rochelle still unsure of what was going exactly until they reached the section where the lamia lay, Jeffery still did`nt trust the situation entirely and looked down at the lamia, recognizing it as the one that was with Rochelle earlier in the courtyard. He knelled down next to it having to stifle a gag, covering his mouth and nose with the collar of his jacket as the smell came up to meet him and started examining the lamia in detail seeing that it was infact really unconscious

"okay so you were`nt lying to me, sorry about being suspicious but the ride over here was`nt exactly safe so I did`nt know what to expect" Jeffery said, looking up at Rochelle for a brief second before looking back down at the lamia.

"I have no idea where the infirmary is either so the dorms seem like the only option" Jeffery said getting the lamia's arm and hooking it over his shoulder, trying to lift her up to a standing position by himself, the strain visible on his face.

 

[CounterAttack]

"I'll get the other side," Rochelle quickly said, hurrying to help the guy. She took Lillith's other arm and supported it with her own shoulders. She was pretty damn heavy, but manageable. Together the two of them slowly carried the Lamia out of the library and down the hall. Thankfully it wasn't very populated; a couple of Demons averted their eyes at the sight of the unconscious snake-girl and hurried out of the way as they passed.

Rochelle figured it would take longer to get to the elevator than she had figured, what with the heavy weight the two were carrying. Even with the guy's help it would take more than ten minutes to get to the elevator alone.

"This may seem like a bad time under the circumstances, but I suppose an introduction is in order," she said to the guy, already breathing a little heavier under Lilli's weight. Rochelle was built for stamina, not strength, and it showed.

 

[Fallen-Angel Risen-Demon]

Spoiler: Time table

I have no idea how to lay it out, completely flaborgasterd.

 

[terribleyetfun]

Jeffery grunted yet again as he shifted the weight of the lamia on his shoulders,easily feeling the effects of not having exercised in a while and regretting not doing so as he followed alongside Rochelle, surprised that none of the demons they saw had stopped them or inquired as to what they were doing.

Jeffery heard Rochelle say something about an introduction, not wanting to talk right now he gave a quick and simple response "people typically ask for names when they`re finished with a task....so maybe it can wait until then" Jeffery said with a grunt breathing heavier than normal as he he held the lamia's weight on his shoulders.

 

[revolverwolf]

As she returned from her unconscious state the faintest traces of a smile might have played upon the Lamia's lips for a moment before becoming nothingness. Her eyes flickered and she tried to raise her head. She could feel that she was being taken somewhere but her eyes had yet to focus, all she could see was vague colours and blurred shapes. [small]"Huh...?"[/small]

Spoiler: OOC

I have no idea how to lay it out, completely flaborgasterd.

Flabbergasted.

Also, why not use the one that CA posted as a template and replace the lessons?

 

[CounterAttack]

Rochelle started at Lillith's movement, but kept going. "Lilli?" she asked tentatively. "Lilli, it's Rochelle. You passed out in the library; we're taking you back to your room. Don't try to move or talk. You need to save your strength." The trio reached the elevator and stepped inside with a little difficulty, Rochelle pressing the button for the third floor. A couple of faeries already in the elevator raised their eyebrows at the semiconscious Lamia, but elected not to comment.

 

[revolverwolf]

Even if Lillith had wanted to move, her limbs felt like they were made out of jelly and her tail was limp. If she had wanted to talk, her words would have come out slowly and slurred beyond recognition. And she still couldn't see with any amount of clarity either. She followed Rochelle's advice to make as little effort to move as possible for now.

Hopefully at some point soon she would be back in her room.

Spoiler: OOC

I was going to post my lesson timetable in List Format, but then I thought that it might be a good idea to remake the group so that we can post all our OOC chatter and peripheral stuff, like timetables, room numbers, (possibly) names of known NPCs and a few of Oneirius' ideas about stuff, in the same place without cluttering up the OP.

What do you all think?

 

[CounterAttack]

Spoiler: OOC

Sounds good.

 

[Blasphemous Rex]

"Uh, yeah, okay." Chaz followed Cat back down the ladder and down the huge spiral staircase descending to the base of the tower.

 

[j1-2themax]

Luckily for Sven, most of the textbooks he needed were all on one shelf, and he was in and out rather quickly. As he returned to the main area, however, both he and the librarian noticed a really bad stench coming from nearby. When they got to the source of the smell, all that was left was a pool of vomit. Sven looked towards the door (mostly to avoid gagging and/or puking himself, the smell was so rancid) just in time to see Rochelle and somebody else trying to carry Lillith out of door. The wizard seemed to get the same idea Sven did, as he told the werewolf, "Make sure they get to the infirmary, would you?"

"Ummm... I don't know where that is." Sven responded. The wizard sighed and gave him some quick yet easy-to-follow directions before impatiently egging Sven to get going. However, Rochelle and the other guy had already taken Lillith out of the library, and when Sven checked outside, they were nowhere to be found.

After quickly checking to make sure they weren't already heading for the infirmary, Sven headed towards the elevators, figuring the next place Rochelle would take Lillith would be her room, while silently hoping they hadn't gotten on the elevator yet. Luckilly, Rochelle hadn't boarded the elevator yet, though the doors had just opened. Sven called out, "Wait!" as he quickened his pace to catch up.

 

[CounterAttack]

As Rochelle looked round once she had gotten into the elevator with Lillith and the guy, she heard Sven calling. Maybe he had heard what happened. "Come on," she murmured as she stepped out, taking Lilli with her. The guy was forced to follow to keep holding her up.

She sighed with relief, and said, "Sven... thank God. I'd imagine you're stronger than me: would you mind taking my place? Lilli's pretty heavy, even with this guy helping. We were gonna take her up to her room; I think she needs to lie down. D'you know where the infirmary is?" She hoped he did, because she had no idea, and hadn't brought her map of the school. At that point she fell silent. Saying too much would probably just confuse Sven.

 

[j1-2themax]

As soon as Rochelle asked if he knew how to get to the infirmary, Sven suddenly realized he'd just been there yesterday when he met with Dr. Richards. "Yeah, it's not too far from here, probably even closer than her room would be," he said as he took Rochelle's place carrying Lillith. The lamia was heavier than Sven figured she would be; he wondered to himself how Rochelle and her acquaintance (who didn't seem that much stronger) were able to get as far as they did as fast as they did. Once he was ready, Sven started heading for the infirmary, dragging the other guy along if necessary.

 

[terribleyetfun]

jeffery remained silent during the exchange between rochelle and some guy who he had never seen before but was quickly identified as sven. He immediately noticed that Sven had taken up rochelle's position on the opposite arm and started moving away from the elevator, jeffery let out a breath of exertion and changed his footing to start going in the new direction not having much choice in the matter due to the lamia`s arm around his neck and wanting to get it off him as soon as possible.

 

[revolverwolf]

Her mind was still hazy[footnote]Not foggy, as in she can't think clearly, but hazy, as in she can't consciously think in a specific direction or hold a coherent thought. The distinction probably only exists in my mind in this single scenario.[/footnote], as were her senses, but she knew one thing: She didn't want to go to the infirmary. Not only did no doctor ever truly have an idea of what the hell was happening with a Lamia, but they were always so judgmental. As if it was her fault she'd fallen over. Or it was her fault her tail had been stepped on. Or it was her fault she had gotten a vial of potion lodged halfway up her ear canal and perforated her eardrum.

Perhaps that last one was a bad example, but that one was a dare! The rest weren't her fault at all!

And the doctors would always give that disappointed tut, as though if they weren't here they would be on some beautiful island in the Caribbean with a lustrous twin in each arm[footnote]Or quadruplets, or sextuplets, or octuplets... It doesn't really depend on the number of arms so much as the sluttiness/desperation of each sibling/magical clone. Lillith wasn't quite sure why things like this came to mind, but they did with a strangely increasing frequency. It was possibly something she could talk with the therapist about.[/footnote], even though you knew they'd really be at home doing a jigsaw puzzle of some moggy in a stuffy, dry study with bookcases that were held together by the spider webs and dust they collected.[footnote]If you couldn't quite tell, Lillith hates doctors with a passion. She expects that the feeling is mutual, though doctors just tend to dislike her because she's an odd patient, both physiologically and mentally.[/footnote] After they'd decided that you were drunk, drugged and/or trying to get out of classes, they'd send you off with orders not to come back.[footnote]Anything between 'infirmary' and this footnote may well have been Lillith's mind making things up or purposefully lying to her, footnotes included. She isn't quite sure why her mind would be lying to her: It was confusing enough when she was lying to other people, so why would she lie to herself?[/footnote]

She gave a quiet whine: An awful attempt to convince Rochelle that it really would be best to go to her room, before trying to mutter an excuse not to go to the infirmary, [small]"I'm feeling better, really... They'll probably just tell me to lie down anyway..."[/small] She tried to smile reassuringly before her head started to hurt once again. This was worse than last time... Last time she had only thrown up, this time she had fallen unconscious as well. How much worse could it get?

Spoiler: OOC

So only CA thinks anything about remaking the group then? ...Okay then.

Also, I overused footnotes here. I don't really know why I had so many of them, but now that they're there I don't have the heart to get rid of them. I'm not even sure if they exist IC or OOC.

 

[Blasphemous Rex]

<spoiler=OOC>I'm all for remaking the group.

 

[CounterAttack]

"Lilli, we can clearly see you aren't alright," Rochelle answered, walking beside Sven. "If there's someone here who knows what to do to help you out, it's either Oneirius or the infirmary staff, and I don't think falling asleep would benefit your health. So please don't try to make excuses. It'll just make you worse off."