Vᴀɴɪsʜᴇᴅ {ᵃᶰ ᵃᵈᵛᵃᶰᶜᵉᵈ ʳᵒˡᵉᵖˡᵃʸ} discussion

Carson sat next to Dylan doodling on a spare piece of paper in her journal. The teacher droned on and on, being completely ignored by his students. She really hoped Dylan was catching all this, she gave him a glance seeing that he actually was paying attention. She looked back down at her paper moving a piece of black hair behind her ear and scooting back in her chair. She sighed and closed her eyes, thinking of how lucky she was that their teacher didn’t care about what they did in class as long as they passed their tests. She dozed off to nothingness, only occasionally interrupted by random flashes of hangings, blood, and gravestones, none of witch she would remember when she woke up.

((Gosh finally I found it haha. I'll post now))

Well it seemed like Dylan was paying attention to the teacher, but really he was slowly reading one of his comics, which he had just below the desk. Anything science like, he kind of tones out, especially when the teacher seems to be a lot more bored about the subject than the students.

He then took a moment to look over at Carson since he felt her move. As he looked at her, he slowly smiled.

"Geez, dozing off already." shaking his head in total amusement.

(( yeah! XD))

geeze, dozing off already... Carson heard him, dimly, immediately all the dark images slipped away and she blinked her eyes open. She sat up a bit more and shifted her gaze to him. "Well not anymore." she said pretending to be sour.

He laughs at her comment, he couldn't help it, he did try not to though, since she seem not to like his earlier comment. He quickly clears his throat and he turns a little more in his seat to have a clear view of her.

"My apologies sweetie I didn't mean to interrupt your beauty rest, but ... You do know you shouldn't be sleeping in class, right?"

Carson rolled her eyes as Dylan laughed, and disguised it as a cough. Then, her faced burned just slightly when he called her sweetie. Sure the'd called each other that before, but only in a joking way- like this one. But Carson really would give almost anything for them to say that for real.

"Sure I can, I can just have that Ethan and you tutor me." she whispered. Ethan was this quirky nerdy guy who was literally a genius when it came to school. He helped any students who needed it, and somehow he still had time for soccer. Carson would of never been able to manage all that, even with Dylan's constant help.

Leaning his elbows on the desk for comfort and support, he nods. The idea of Ethan helping with the class is definitely a good one. He's one of the smartest students in the school, one wouldn't go wrong being tutored by him.

"That's a good idea, and I'm sure Ethan wouldn't mind helping you out. I wouldn't either of course." He slants a smile her way, then continues, "But I'm sure he'll be a better help to you. We should see if we find him after class."

"Well I'm glad I have two smart guys to help me out. And yeah, good idea, he'll probably be in the library." she laughed, she only knew that because that's where he almost always was. "Let's hope the end of class is soon..." she added resting her chin in both of her hands, elbows on the table.

At her mention the end of class hopefully being soon, he automatically looked over to the big wall clock above the board.

He sighs "We should be getting out soon, I hope ... I think, but by the way the teacher is rambling on I'm finding it a little bit impossible." He studies the teacher with a smirk, "I'm not sure he even knows what he's saying ... or if he notices that most of us are actually sleeping."

Carson smirks as well, "I'm sure he does- otherwise they wouldn't of hired him... But I don't think he'll ever stop talking...." She pushes her sketch book over to be in the middle of him and draws a tic tac to board. "Your move" she whispered sliding him her pencil.

"Aha" He says with a bit of an excited jump. An almost controlled excited jump. "So you would assume." He then nods towards the teacher, "Who's to say he didn't get his teachers license from a cracker jack box." He gives her a big smile and a wink, clearly joking as he usually does.

"Oh, you're totally right!" She said going along with him. "I bet they even give out diplomas and class rings." She added trying to keep her laugh quiet. Carson looks around at her classmates, half were sleeping but a few were glaring at them. She elbowed Dulam and nodded re head in their direction. "They are staring...."

Opening his mouth to continue their joke he stops after she motioned to their classmates. He makes a face, tilts his head to the side as he leans around to look over to the other students. "Huh ... " Raising his eyebrows, "Nah ... " he continues with a whisper as he sits correctly again, "I think they just woke up from their zombie state. Look, they're just surprised that they have blood flow again." Nod-nod with a straight face, tho still joking.

Carson looked around the room and let out a quiet laugh when her mentioned that they were zombies. "Yeah they seem suprised that he's still talking. Not that they should, he would keep on talking even if there were an apocalypse"

"I think he'll ramble on even during the apocalypse." He continues to whisper, just because he really didn't want to interrupt, granted that a bit of entertainment would be appreciated. "And the rest of them - " he carefully indicates the classmates, "- Their brains would be so numb that they would probably think he's predicting the future."

"He could be for all we know." she said scooting closer to him. "No ones listening, I don't know why he even tries." she said added shaking her head. "we should play hangman or something." she said rubbing some sleep out of her eyes.

"Well he is being paid. He must earn that money some how." He leans into her, whispering still as if he's going to tell her a secret. "I think it'll be rather cruel if we start hanging the men in this classroom." Then he stares at her, as serious as he can, giving no indication that he's joking, but he is. He just wants to see her reaction.

Carson nodded along. "Yeah, maybe he makes money selling government secrets." She added to his comment. Then Dylan leaned in, Carsons heart skipped a beat, and whispered something ridiculous. "Oh, your right. What if we put them in the maintenance room? Or the storage closet, no one goes in there." She whispered back sending a glance around te room. She, of course, knew he was kidding. But something about what they were saying brought back a frightened feeling that she felt when she dozed off.

As much as he likes being rather close to her, - especially since she has such a lovely scent -, he pulls back, leaning against his chair musing her suggestions as he rubs his chin for a dramatic effect. Still with the whisper he says, "Perhaps we can divide them." He nods as if decided, "Yep, I think we can put half of them in the maintenance room and the ones left over into the closet." One last nod of conformation that it was a good plan, then he cracks a small smile. "I'm sure that if anyone hears our conversation they would think that we are mental."

Carson giggles and pretended to stroke an imaginary beard along side him. "Even better, less chance of them finding all of them too." Carson shivered a bit, what they were talking about was pretty mental, but no one ever payed them too much attention anyways. "Well we kind of are," she shrugged tossing some of her hair over her shoulder.

Giving one sigh of agreement, "Yep, completely mental." He leans back looking up at the ceiling. "But what's life without a few mentals around in the world right." The thought is rather amusing to him, but really almost anything in the world is rather amusing to him. Their little conversation tho has made him forget completely about the teacher's ramblings, which is all the same to him since the teacher is boring.

"Well I do believe life would be very Norwich without you around." Carson answered truthfully. "I bet if we-" Carson started before she was interuppted by the lights flickering off, followed by a thunderous roar. Carson sent an anxious glance at Dylan and took his hand tight. "What?" She whispered, eyes full of fear as the ground violently shook.

He was unbalanced by the sudden shake of the floor that he grabbed onto the desk. His eyes directed towards her as soon as he felt her grab his hand, confused and unsure about the growing fear of what was happening around him his grip on her hand tightened, trying to reassure her and let her know that he's there with her. He continues to look around as the earthquake intensifies.

Carson heard screams from fellow classmates and she shut her eyes tightly. "We should get on the ground and cover our heads!" She shouted over the chaos. She ducked down into fetal position, still holding fast to Dylan's hand. She covered her head with her other arm, just as the ceiling started to crack.

When she dashed under the desk, since their hands were still locked, he was pulled down with her. And good too because his surroundings were panicking him. He did grabbed a last look up towards the ceiling. His gazed focused intently at the increasing cracks. Fear using out of him and confusing him all the while. The mire he tried to focus and protect himself, the louder things around him got.

Carson tried to breath in and out slowly, but he only thought was, we are going to suffocate or be crushed. Carson had always been paranoid, almost all her life- but sense she'd met Dylan she had calmed down a bit. But not even he could calm her fearfulness now. She huddled closer to him, just as the ceiing caved in. She let out a scream thinking she was about to die- but the table held.

((Arnt they all supposed to pass out or something?))

He had to close his eyes just to try to calm himself, the best he could giving the situation. After he heard the cracks his eyes flung open - no time to completely calm himself - he knew that Carson need support and to protect her he moved closer, leaning his torso over her more.

((I think so yeah))

Carson didn't even have time to register what Dylan was doing when the side of the table caved. The table slanted and pushed both of them against the left side of the table. The force slammed her head against the wall, and caused her to finally black out.

((Hey, sorry for disappearing, hopefully we can get back into the groove))

Everything was completely scary, confusing and dark, but none of it was enable to be fully accepted. Dylan also blacked out as soon as his head hit the floor with the force of it all. They are completely out, not knowing why everything turned upside down in such a quick fashion. No explanations no answers, hopefully by the time they come to everything has cleared out a little bit and they'll be able to find answers.

((haha no problem))

Carson moaned and let out a cough, scattering dust everywhere. She squinted her eyes and tried to crawl out from the table. Her foot was caught under a bit of debris but she wiggled it loose easy enough. Once she was out she reached in and felt around for Dylan.

He felt in limbo, his brain unable to function properly. Fighting to keep himself awake and almost failing, but he felt Carson move which made him force his brain in action. He struggles tho but manages to start moving. He's making sure his body is functional before he calls out for his friend, "Carson ... !?"

"I'm here Dylan. I'm out from under the table. Are you ok? Do you need help?" She called out, voice cracking a bit. She moved closer to the table still squinting to try and find her friend.

He pushes his hands around, smoothing the area near him to help him on his way out from under the table. Making sure he tries not to scare his friend more than she is, he calls to her again, "I'm fine I guess ... I'm trying to come out of here but I think there's something in the way." He kicks a piece of the table or whatever else it was and did manage to move it slightly as he continues to move from under the table.

Carson nodded, then realized that he couldn't see her. "Ok, let me see if I can move it..." she told him and gripped a side of it. "what if i pull it and it collapses." she said suddenly. She removed her hands and placed them on her head. why did this happen? What caused it?

She has a valid point he thought. And on top of everything is a little to dark to see. But he can't stay down there forever. "Well sweetie, I'll have to risk it." he's musing how tho, the best way he figures is to push the obstacle as he moves out. Nodding he continues, "Push it out of the way as I force my way out." good thing he did manage to get close enough to the exit edge of the table.

Carson sighed. "Ok... But if you get crushed and die I'm gonna kill you." She whispers back. And she was completely truthful when she said it. She gripped the rubble again and heaved it to the side, praying nothing else would go wrong.

Her comment was hilarious he thought but decided to hold the amusement within until he was clear from a could be death moment. Dylan didn't have time to even breath in deeply. As soon as Carson took hold of the obstacle he maneuvered his way towards the edge. "Just a little long Carson, I'm almost out." He commented, half way out his pant leg did snag on something but with a hard pull he managed to get free but did end up scrapping his forearm on a sharp edge. "Okay I'm out"

Carson gave an extra pull, till Dylan announced that he was out. Carson let out a long sigh and basically tackled him. "Dylan what is going on?" she murmured into his shoulder and she buried her head into his chest, never, ever, wanting to let him go.

The tackle hug nearly tumbled them backwards if it wasn't for him keeping balance with his arms. He made a face of dis pear and uncertainty while he held her close.Dylan wanted to understand everything around him, mainly just to ease her confusion and fear, but he simply couldn't manage it. The best he could do was, "I ... I'm sorry Carson, but I don't know. Granted that it appears to have been an earthquake ..." He hopes, because what else could it be. He really hasn't experience one before, so this is all knew to him, to them he thinks.

Being there for her, is the best he can do, being his usual self, the goofy, loony and silly jokester that she's known him to be. "You know - " He half smiled over her head, "Whatever it was, it sure gave the whole room a nice renovation. I was thinking the other day that this school needed a shocking change."

Dylan starts caressing her hair, trying to make her feel if only just a little bit better. "Annnnd, I think it was delivered." smirking at his on sillyness.

Carson sighed and nodded dismally into his shoulder when he responded. Of course he didnt know, how could he? What happened was a crazy event that was caused by... something. Nature maybe?

At his next comment Carson let out an almost silent tinkling laugh. "Yeah,

I've always wanted to learn about balancing chemical equations in a place with desks... or..." she said attempting to make a joke but trailed off. She pulled away and looked more intently at where the teacher had been standing.

"Where's Mr.Harpinger?" She said, a new fear rooting in her heart. She got up shakily and took Dylan's hand. They gingerly walked over to his desk and peeked under the rubble.

He allowed her to pull him forward, thinking about the teacher now that she had mentioned him. It's weird and rather silly to have forgotten him at a time like this. So when she pulled him towards the area where the teacher was he expected something from a horror movie. When they arrived close to the desk a surprising view received them, "Where is he?" confused Dylan starts looking around the area.

"Someone can't simply just vanish ... can they?"

((I think all the adults are supposed to be missing?))

☂JESS☂ wrote: "((I think all the adults are supposed to be missing?))"

((Really?? Alllright, I'll edit the post then just to be sure!))

((Haha thanks))

Carson shook her head. "What the heck.... He- he was just here..." Carson started to have a panick attack again and scooted away from the teachers desk, sinking down to sit against the wall. She felt pathetic, she hated Dylan seeing her like this. She took deep breaths and squeezed her hands into fists.

Dylan was going to continue investigating - or well musing over the teachers disappearance - but seeing his friend in the state she was in, he abandoned the thought and quickly went towards Carson. "Hey sweetie, it's okay we'll figure this out." he then proceeds to affectionately rub her arms after he keeled before her. "And we'll stick together .... always."

Dylan caresses her cheek for a short moment, then continues to rub her arms trying to relax her.

Carson took deep breaths and ignored the tingles that ran up her arms as he he consoled her. She nodded feebly and took both of his hand in hers. "I know... I trust you." And she did; If there was anyone she could count on it would definitely be Dylan. She used his hands to pull herself up again and let out a cleansing sigh.

Ella had fallen out of her chair during the apparent earthquake. She sat up from the ground and looked around. She rubbed the back of her head, and she could feel a bump forming. Ella quickly realized that the school looked like it had been left alone for years. It appeared completely abandoned. Though it hadn't seconds before.

Ella moved to stand up, but fell back down. Blushing, she looked down at her ankle, which had twisted in her fall. Ella carefully moved her leg, and gently touched her foot. Immediately she flinched with pain.

((Same order, Julia, Jess, Melissa))

"Should we walk around and see if people need help?" Carson asked as she pulled Dylan up as well. She shook some hair out of her face and folded her arms across her chest. She knew that talking to more people was out of her comfort zone, but she really just wanted to take her mind off things.

Well what else could they do, Dylan thought.

"I think that would be best."

Helping others that really do need it would be a better thing to do, rather than try to explain what happened when there are no clear answers at the moment. He turns around facing the room at large, scanning the area as best he can in the state everything is. "Let's just walk around and see who needs help - or heck who screams for help."