Thread: Night School (Rieo Deal & I)

Jasmine was not accustomed to being man handled or accosted, but she had no time to fuss about formalities here. Reality was being warped before her very eyes and simple things like politeness were probably the last thing in the world she'd consider if she got out of this. When she got out of this, she had to remind herself. To despair now was a terrible optioin. They would die and if it was because she cradled in the fetal position she'd never forgive herself, nor would karma, on her way through reincarnation. She stiffened up her quivering lips and picked up pace to wear down less on Ken. She saved the apology though, her breath was precious. Having been in the school only a short time, and in not many electives at that, she had no idea where she was headed. She followed his steady lead, resisting the urge to look back towards the miserable cruel sounds of that vicious decaying shark girl. Resisting was easier said than and eventually she looked back to see the corporal body coiling around the bend, slithering out with opaque tendrils as if trying to feel for prey. Maybe those things could do more? The possibilities were endless in a world where the supersititions her people always warned about turned to be real. And just when her faith was in question... Did everyone go through this from her homeland and was not allowed to tell? Is that why they were so blindly bound to their faith? Well she knew one thing for sure, if any of that was true they apparently had to survive! Summoning her heart and soul she snatched up Ken and barrelled straight for a door, slamming her shoulder into it. Luckily, it was the door to the band room anyway, but it broke the door off the hinges which was a haphazard they could have saved. Not that physical barriers were much a hindarance to something that could creep through them. The lack of challenge from the door sent Jasmine tumbling to the floor, still trying to hold onto Ken by instinct alone. She was sent skirt over head onto the dusty ground. - - - - - - The creature was tired of the game as it could feel the distance between predator and prey growing. If that was not incentive enough it glanced at its increasingly translucent skin to see it peeling and withering into nothingness. It needed to feed to remain. Tentacle feelers slithered from the depths of her flesh and slithered about, sniffing out her victims. She could feel their energy twisted and knotted with fear and uncertainty. She felt her mouth salivate hungrily and she picked up her pace to such a point she dropped to all fours, her structure contorting to accomdate and be efficent for such a position. Once it was complete she bounded down the hall to the source of fear that stopped just at the end. The distance was closed shortly and she stopped at the doorway, allowing her feelers to creep about and do what her blind eyes could not. She was told to feast, but her true duty was hidden to simply hurt them, therefore leaving the curse upon their skin. It crept closer almost indecisive about whom to consume first. Finally, it settled it's feelers upon Ken the first one to rebell when it had appeared. - - - - - - The female shrugged and folded her arms. What do you take me for, an amatuer? A slacker? She scoffed at the suggestion and paced around impatiently, her tail flicking hard against the polished floor. She knew her place amongst the two regal figures, more a servant than ever an equal, but this was not their homeland. There was freedom to be had here. For now she would tolerate her position of subordinance.