Saint Poemandres Boarding School

[revolverwolf]

Lillith looked down, a little disheartened from the scolding. She'd trusted Rochelle thus far but... Actually, there wasn't really a 'but' involved in the thought. Either Lillith would have to address the problem and its cause now or she'd be forced to later under worse circumstances. [small]"O-okay..."[/small]

She tried her best to force herself to slither along with Jeffery and Sven, hopefully easing the trip, but it was no use... Her tail refused to obey, simply dragging limp behind her. With a disappointed sigh, she let Sven and Jeffery continue carrying her. They were almost there anyway.

The doors were there, the sign said 'Infirmary'. They were here after far too long.

She felt useless and pathetic. She hadn't been able to settle on a single emotion since coming here; nervousness, anger, lust, pain, false happiness, and it was all because she was a Lamia... And now she couldn't even slither or see properly. It wasn't worth it anymore...

Her thoughts were interrupted as Sven and Jeffery struggled to help her sit down. She couldn't really see the room they had just entered but it was a blue-ish white colour and it all looked as though it was extremely clean. Needless to say that she suspected that this place was built after the rest of the school and updated far more often as well. It might have been a reception area or a waiting room of some sort.

She wrapped a few strands of hair around her index finger and twirled it reflexively, [small]"Sorry for being such a problem..."[/small]

Spoiler: OOC

A little character control but we're finally at the infirmary, so I'll assume there shall be no complaints.

Also, I'll take the fact that no-one has anything negative to say about the idea of a group that it will just be generally accepted as a passable idea and eventually implemented if Oneirius ever takes notice? If anyone makes the group it should be the GM, after all.

 

[Rainboq]

Spoiler: Post, ho!

*is working on a post*

 

[CounterAttack]

Spoiler: OOC

Grife, is it just me are you "working on a post" for all the RPs you're in?

I don't mean to be condescending or anything, but we haven't seen a story-post from you in a long time. Not just in Saint Poemandres.

 

[terribleyetfun]

Jeffery let out a sigh of relief as soon as the lamia's weight was off his shoulders as he half stepped- half fell two paces back, bending at the knees and resting his hands on them as he started breathing heavily, the crisp almost sterilized air of the infirmary and the unmistakeable scent of medicine hitting him hard. He bent back up to a standing position and started ringing his arms out closing his eyes tight as the pain in his joints started coming to the surface.

"dammit, good thing I wrote up that healing spell...or was it just a pian relief spell?, eh like I care, it`s still gonna do what I need it to do" jeffery thought still wringing his arm out wincing with every rotation.

Jeffery heard the lamia whisper something but the sound was drowned out by the beating of his heart as he walked over to a nearby wall and leaning his back on it, taking a brief time to rest before leaving.

 

[Rainboq]

Spoiler: @counter

Yeah, and it bugs the shit out of me, but IRL comes first and school's starting up and I need to try this year...

 

[CounterAttack]

Spoiler: Rain

Fair enough. Just as long as you can be sure you're staying in the threads. There's no rush if other things come first, but if you're on the Escapist you can post. That's the way I see it, and it applies to almost everyone I RP with.

 

[Rainboq]

Spoiler: I said I would...

And I did.

Catalina decended the last step before she started walking down a long, narrow corridor, who's floor was eggshell white with crimson walls. Which was accompanied Gothic arches across the ceilig with figure of golems and gargoyles locked in rather R rated acts amongst themselves and each other, which elicited a couple laughs from her. She started taking turns at random, hoping that this would lead her to something she recognized, and it somehow did as she noticed a familiar doorway.

Catalina gave a perplexed look before she cautiously opened the door and found that the room was empty, save for one chair.

"EURIKA," she yelled happily as she quickly pulled Chaz by the arm into the room and too the chair, "told you I'd find it!

 

[Blasphemous Rex]

"Ah!" Chaz yelled as Cat pulled him into the room. He looked at the chair with a moderate amount of disbelief about him. Why does this exist? he thought again as he realized it was actually real. "So this really works?" he asked her.

 

[j1-2themax]

"Don't worry about it," Sven told Lillith as he set her down. The waiting room hadn't changed much from the last time he'd been here; sparsely populated, with only a few chairs of varying sizes, a couple of end tables with some magazines, and a receptionist?s desk, this one thankfully attended by an angel who reminded Sven of Greg Proops. As Sven approached the desk, he started, "Hi, my friend..."

"OK, what'd it eat this time?" the guy interrupted.

"Uh, I can't say what she ate, but I do know she threw up in the middle of the library," Sven said.

"Right..." the angel said in a disbelieving tone. After jotting down a couple of notes, he said, "Think you can lug her into room one?" a barely noticeable pause between the words lug and her.

"All right," the werewolf responded, more than a hint of bitterness in his voice, as he made his way back to Lillith. I?m going to have a few words with him when I come back, Sven thought as he helped the lamia rise and guided her to the room closest to the reception area.

 

[CounterAttack]

Rochelle's immediate thoughts as she followed Sven and Lillith into room one were, What the heck? Someone's a little intolerant. You'd think an adult would understand about a Lamia. And an angel to boot... Most people would think that's contradictory to our nature. That thought was inaccurate, of course, like most other perceptions of the angel race. They had their prejudices, intolerances and general dislikes like other races.

 

[terribleyetfun]

Jeffery rolled his eyes at the angel's comments "ugh, sometimes I wonder why people like you are even called angels" cursing at him under his breath as he followed the others into the adjoining room, looking around briefly before finding another spot of wall to lean against, for some reason feeling obligated to stay around and see if he was needed anymore. Jeffery let out a long sigh as he took out his spellbook and started reading through it mindlessly through force of habit, his mind slowly losing focus on the present situation and going to memorizing his spells.

 

[revolverwolf]

Lillith hadn't cared for the angel's demeanor, but she had much bigger problems to be dealing with at the moment than a slightly annoyed receptionist, so it simply passed through her mind like an unconscious dream.

Currently only Sven was helping her stand, but by now she was able to provide a little of her own help for movement and she didn't much need 2 people to help her. She limped, or rather fidgeted, in the same way Sven was going. To make sure she didn't fall she had grasped Sven's hand tightly and was leaning in towards him. Not enough to be relying solely on him to keep her upright but not too little so that she would fall away.

As she reached the centre of the room Sven helped set her down on a seat. There were 3 of them around the room, not including herself... Sven, Rochelle and the boy that had helped carry her. A doctor would probably appear soon. The room was all very proper again, or as proper as a room of blurred confusion can look, with it's every facet of clear pristineness.

It made her nervous... She could be seen to tense up slightly as she began to imagine what might happen here, wrapping her tail slowly and awkwardly around one leg of the seat. She was in the dead centre, like the attraction in a fair where everyone would gawk and stare and say 'Ooh Mummy, look at that thing with the tail!' and just the thought of these things made her instantly very nervous... And then there were all the instruments that they kept here which were designed for all sorts of things, none of them clear and all of them rather nasty looking.

The whiteness, the waiting, the wondering; it all scared her.

 

[j1-2themax]

As Sven set Lillith down, he noticed she was slowly freaking out more and more about something. He stopped himself short of saying Are you all right? They were sitting in an infirmiry room after throwing up in the library; of course she wasn't feeling well. Still, Sven figured there was something else troubling her. Maybe that angel's comments hit her harder than I first figured, Sven thought.

"Look, don't worry about that guy, OK? He..." Sven began when the door opened again to reveal a tall vampire in a lab coat. "What, did she get all of you sick or something?" he asked, though his real message seemed to be whoever isn't sick better get out of my office.

"Uh, no Doctor... Mamali," Sven said, reading the doctor's nametag. "We just brought her here. We'll get out of your way." As the werewolf spoke, he quickly grabbed Rochelle by the hand and coaxed her to the hallway before she could have another panic attack. The doctor just slid to one side before making his way to the lamia. Now, tell me about what happened, he requested, scanning the lamia for any obvious signs of illness.

 

[CounterAttack]

At the sight of vampire-esque fangs in the doctor's mouth, Rochelle was more than eager to leave the scene, even if it meant leaving Lillith relatively alone with the doctor. She acquiesced to Sven taking her out of the room. Once they were out in the hall, she said, "Is it just me or are any plans we make for the day ruined somehow? No offence to Lilli, of course."

 

[revolverwolf]

"Well I, uh..." Her voice lowered slightly as she saw the three familiar shapes leave the room and she started to shudder under the vampire's gaze.

"I was looking for a book in the library but before I could find it I started feeling sick, so I thought I'd go back to my room for a bit to see if I could rest it off. But before I could leave I was sick... and I fell over, and Rochelle and Sven and the other guy had to help me get here 'cause now my tail don't even work..." To demonstrate the point Lillith simply pointed to her tail, which refused to unwind from the chair. "Normally I can just unwind it easy but now it just won't listen to anything I tell it to do."

She understood that she had sounded stupid and more than a little childishly ignorant, and she noticed that her accent was starting to slip, but she just wanted to know what was happening and how to stop it from happening so she could leave.

 

[terribleyetfun]

Jeffery raised his eyes from the pages of his book to look at the situation unfold infront of him, he raised in eyebrow in curiosity as he listened to the lamia explain her situation to the doctor pretending like he was`nt listening the entire time.

"why am I even still here...oh yeah because I have nothing better to do, well might as well leave these intolerant bastards to their work jeffery thought turning around and exiting the room quietly walking out into the hallway and sitting down on one of the cheap lime green chairs that were lining the halls, going back to reading his spellbook his nostrils twitching at the scent of the infirmary, abandoning any plans to go get his school books today and simply resigning himself to hanging around the infirmary for a while.

 

[j1-2themax]

"Well, I can't say I had any plans anyways, but I wouldn't write off our entire day just yet," Sven answered as he took a seat back in the waiting room. "Who knows, maybe Lillith has the lamia equivalent of food poisoning and she'll be good to go five minutes from now." Of course, Sven didn't really believe that was a possibility, but he found the false optimism to be a little comforting. "Of course, if you've got somewhere to be, I'm sure whats-his-face'll keep me company," he continued, tilting his head towards the wizard.
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As Doctor Mamali listened to the lamia's testimony and examined her tail, he started thinking about possible illnesses she could have contracted. Grabbing a clipboard and a pen, he sat down and asked, "Were you feeling ill at all before you entered the library, or did it just seem to come all at once, miss... could I get your name, please?"

 

[CounterAttack]

"Well, I've just got to get my textbooks from the library, but I think that's it," Rochelle answered. "And yeah, I don't even know who that guy is either. I tried asking, but he brushed me off. Maybe I'll just leave him alone, if he doesn't wanna talk." She shrugged, the motion making her feathers rustle slightly.

"Oh, that reminds me; you got your books and suchlike? 'Cause if you did, and you need to be somewhere else, I suppose I can get mine on my own."

 

[revolverwolf]

"Lillith," she answered. 'Miss DeVtoe' just didn't work for her, it was one more formality that she disliked.

"And no, it started after I went into the library. But all I did was go in and try to find a few books. It was 5 or 10 minutes, not too long..."

 

[j1-2themax]

"Not really; we got sidetracked when Lillith threw up. I was planning on going back as soon as Lillith was taken care of," Sven answered. It wasn't until then that Sven realized their acquaintance was the same guy who got blown across the library earlier. He kept this observation to himself, not thinking it had any real bearing on the situation at hand.
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Doctor Mamali raised an eyebrow as he jotted down a few notes. He had a few ideas about what could be happening, but he wanted to be sure her problem wasn't something more mundane. "Well, Lillith, have you eaten anything out of the ordinary in the past few days?" he queried.