Thread: Line of Sight (Survivor00 & ohstefyelectric)

Whether or not Amadora would come to terms with the reality that faced her, one could not be sure, however it had kept her calm up until unfortunately the other within the room felt the need to speak yet again. Destroying any peace that seemed to settle within the room, her eyes wide when she felt her figure turn to face the other, what? Female, slammed her down into the seat, eyes subconsciously looking up into the glare the other female had for her. Of course Amadora was going to assume that the other was used to it, judging by that gritty, hardcore exterior she had and the fact that even after a double take or two she looked like a man, it would be easy to figure she had just grown used to this horrible situation she was in. Perhaps that was just the young Italian girl thinking higher of herself, the screams shattering most of her thoughts with the occasional shrill words. There was nothing she could do or say in this because it wouldn't exactly get her out of this situation, but there had to be some understanding coming from Amadora's perspective. No matter how many times she pushed against it, Amadora knew just as well as Senka did that she wasn't used to this situation. Wasn't used to any of it. She had led a healthy, enriching life up until now, and this? This was not what she had expected upon her arrival. Eyes shooting upward almost instantly when she heard the sound, that terrible terrible sound that she would have repeated again and again in her mind for quite some time, she was a bit stunned when her back hit the floor, knocked from the chair by another body. Eyes closed out of natural reaction from the impact of the floor on her back, her air pushed upward causing her to breathe out awkwardly, eyes still closed when she yelled for her to stay down. Why yell when she was on top of her? How was she going to move when she had a body on top of her? What sense did that make? However, this was definitely not the time to start an argument, eyes remaining in their closed state when she felt an added bit of pressure be applied to the weight on top of her. She was evidently afraid to open her eyes, she could feel the body of the school shift, knowing that it wasn't good at all for the frame of the school to move completely. At least the whole thing hadn't- But what about all of those people? As though God was screwing with her again, the sound of screaming generating her eyes to flash open, nothing left to keep her eyes closed for as that meant darkness. Darkness was not something she wanted to hear screams in, the weight of Senka's body raising off of her, Amadora found herself in an out of body experience when she stood and moved quickly toward the case of her beautiful monster. She could not let it go in this situation, the only real thing she had to recall anything close to what she had lived in before, looking toward Senka when she screamed out for what she would assume to be one of the female's, er, fellow persons in this situation She didn't want to call this Bojan a lacky, although he did come running like a pup- Oh dear, he was bleeding! Was he the one who had just had his mother die? There was no time to think or ask, shifting the strap out of her cello case and moving her body to set it on her shoulder and across her chest She was serious in not letting this thing go. There was a moment of mind blockage where Amadora's brain again began to go through questions, numerous, numerous questions. Were they going to leave her here? Evidently that was how it looked, her bright, though mismatched eyes wide as her hands gripped onto the strap, the warm toned skin of her hands turning pale, if she was to die in here, at least she wouldn't die alone. However, and blinking softly, the sound of her voice cutting through her thoughts was starting to become familiar, moving toward the desk that had once been properly organized, she allowed herself to crawl through a hole in the ceiling, thanking God she was used to carrying her cello around in such a way that it wouldn't become a hassle. And if it did, she wasn't quite sure she would take the time to make that announcement. listulistulistu