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OCC: It's weird 'cause this time I play the girl and you play the guy XP

What the...
Samantha didn't understand.
She could hardly see anything out her eyes, since they had been shut so long, but as she felt movement she forced her lids to open.
There was someone carrying her.
Carrying her!?
The female had been sitting on the side of the street ready to die, and now her moment had been ruined.
But then, if she was going to break free, she had to be careful...
"I...I don't need your help," she groaned, but she sounded so weak it sounded more like a plea than a protest.
She hated being sharp, but that was her normal put-on attitude, and the fact it wasn't there made her feel quite vulnerable.
Since she was thinking her speech wasn't enough, she seventeen year old started to wriggle in the males arms, but stopped suddenly as her shoulder shot pain throughout her whole body, and her oculars drifted towards her clothes, bloodstained.
Wincing she felt like she was back on square one, and slowly scrunched up in the males arms as she gave a small shudder with pain.
No, she couldn't look so weak, not right now.

Samantha hissed through gritted teeth, similar to a cat, as she was held by one arm of this guy, as normally she could kick him to the ground.
But then she realised how feminine she was beginning to look, and as he brought out his keys, she asked sharply, "Hey, how do you not know I'm gonna wreck your house or somethin'?" She asked, and it was actually true.
This guy, was pretty strong, but letting someone in his house, although in this form, she was kinda weak anyway, but this just made her sigh.
Yeah, she looked so weak that guys were letting her in their house, oh well, the were letting him into their house.

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OCC: So sorry for not replying T^T

Kasumi slowly raised her head before lowering it once again, greeting them in a polite manner, "My name is Kasumi Michiko, I, um, just joined," she explained, before standing up straight again, not asking for the two names that belonged to them as she didn't want t be rude, but as she heard people walk over after the teacher, who had announced to come even if your new, she looked back at the two, although not accurately and smiled, "Quick, we don't want to miss it," and slowly she walked on after the crowd of students.
She managed to hear most of it from quite far back, and once it was over she felt herself grow hot with anxiety as she didn't know what to do, hopefully the rooms number would be engraved on the key so she could tell by feeling it, then feeling for the doors, although it would look a little strange.
She was a little embarrassed to ask someone straight away, and the teacher seemed awfully sharp.
Maybe going to this school really was a bad idea.
The tall female grabbed a key like everyone else, and smothered her fingers on it for a while, looking down as if concentrating, it felt like a one...
Giving a shaky nod, as if trying to convince herself that she really was correct, she started making her way to the dorms, taking small, uncertain steps, although really she was quite lucky to get dorm one as that would hopefully be the first door.

As soon as she heard the dog Samantha almost jumped out of her rescuers arms, shocked at the sight of it, although relieved as she was settled down, wincing slightly but trying to pretend she was okay.
She clenched on the blooded cloth around her wound and brought her legs up, but kept a sharp eye on the dog.
Normally in the streets, any types of animals were your enemy.
Rats could give you an infection.
Cats took your food.
Dogs attacked you.
And humans were the worst.
And so naturally she had a right to be wary about this dog, but she didn't mind this place at all. Already she felt better lying on a comfortable sofa in a heating room, mansion or not, it was better than where she was previously.

Kasumi, after several minutes of almost walking into walls, doors, and any other solid standing object in which she felt too stupid to sense, finally made it to the dorms.
She could tell it was the dorms from the amount of body heat she could feel, along with the heartbeats and voices behind closed doors. The blind girl blinked her silver eyes, giving a small step to the right, she brushed her sensitive fingers along the door, trying to feel for a number one. Kasumi could read Braille, but she learnt numbers and some words like 'no' and 'yes' which weren't in Braille that she could feel, although it was quite difficult. But, for the young girls luck, when she felt the plate she could feel the number one straight away, and while returning a hand, she brushed her black hair back, not knowing what she looked like but hoping it looked okay, she gave a small knock before slowly opening the door with a gentle creaking sound.
"U-Um, hello?" She greeted politely from behind the door, although still unaware if she was allowed into the dorm.

[color=white][font=times new roman]Emmanuel continued to gaze out the window, although there was nothing interesting in particular to look at, he continued to keep his eyes open nevertheless.
What was he looking at?
Leaning against the window frame, he raised a hand to part his cigarette from his lips for a few moments, breathing out a small puff of smoke, before returning it to rest back on his pale lips.
His beautiful dark blue eye looked around and the fake, dull grey eye followed.
He was sort of hoping, although he would hardly say it aloud, that the students were getting friendly with each over, that they felt a little more...normal, if that was possible.
They didn't need to feel like they were like every other simple being in the world, but it would be nice to see someone as what they are not...what they are.
Emmanuel wasn't actually that strange, he wasn't born different or with powers or anything, he was just raised from the dead.
Death.
He gave a small smirk which caused the cigarette to tip slightly, and after a while he finished the cigarette and not very appropriately, threw it out the window but continued to lean against the frame.

Samantha's sharp eyes looked carefully at the strange person who actually let her in his house and was now even treating her.
It made her feel a little sad for him as he obviously had nothing more important to do in his life than get boys of the street and start caring for them.
She gave a small jerk as he ripped her clothing off her shoulder, but she tried to act as if it was okay, although frankly it wasn't.
One, he was a little too close, and him finding out that she is actually a her would be a very bad thing.
Two, that was her only piece of good clothing.
Instead of saying something like, 'okay' or, 'thanks' she said something more like, "It's okay, I've had worse," she grumbled, but then added, "So you're not going to tell me your name or somethin'?"

"Sam..."
She was quite close to saying thank you, but she felt like she couldn't be saying anything like that yet, as her eyes focused hard on the dog trotting away after Leroy.
(low muse ;-;)