Highschool Drama (Closed for Hegemone)

[Warr]

The loud clanging bell rang out through the highschool and it woke Ryoga almost immediately. He looked up, brown hair a true mess at the moment and looked around. Half of the class was all ready gone. School was gone. He groaned and jumped up.

Walking out of the classroom, he saw the hallway was empty. He groaned and walked to his locker, and bumped into someone.

Moaning a bit, after picking himself up, he saw who he bumped into...

Ryoga
Age: 18
Description: Short brown hair, glasses, wearing the school uniform.

 

[Hegemone]

Vivian groaned slightly and sat up, rubbing her head in slight pain.
"Ouch," the teen mumbled, looking up at Ryoga with red-brown eyes, "You alright?"

 

[Warr]

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.' he nodded, reaching down to help up the young lady. "Really sorry about that..."

He dusted himself off and leaned down to pick up his boosk.

 

[Hegemone]

Vivian blushed as she noticed that her skirt had come flying up in the fall, pulling it quickly over her knees before taking his hand to stand up. She began picking up her books, but winced when her hand touched the bound paper.
"I think I sprained my wrist," she said, holding it carefully in her hand. She pressed gently and winced again, "Yeah, I did something to it. I'll have to go to the infirmiry."

 

[Warr]

"Ahh...' he winced a little bit. He felt very responsible for that, he wanted to do something...

"Yeah, I'll help you get there." he put the books in the locker, his own, and walked back. "Come on, try not to put on too much pressure...let's get you to the infirmary." he said. "I'm sorry....again."

 

[Hegemone]

"It's alright, I'm okay." She said, carefully cradling her wrist against her chest as she leaned over and collected her books. She tucked them under the crook of her arm one by one, trying desperately not to drop the heavy texts. Finally she succeeded in lifting them all, holding them carefully with her good hand.
They started the way down the hall to the infirmary and got there in short order. When they got there, the nurse was nowhere to be found.
"Wonder where she is?" Vivian mumbled, setting her books on the counter. She sighed, tucking her brown hair behind her ear with her good hand, looking at the hospital-styled beds around them.

 

[Hegemone]

< Eep! Double post... >

 

[Warr]

"Miss?" he called out to the empty room, before looking into the hallway joining this room with the other room. "Ma'am? Are you...' he sighed.

"Dammit, she's propbably out or something." he scowled and crossed his arms. "It figures, I swear."

 

[Hegemone]

"No kidding, right? I mean like, whenever you need them most," she sighed, sitting herself down on one of the beds and scooting back. She cringed and whimpered when she used both hands t move, having temporarily forgotten that a sprained wrist meant pain. Vivian sighed and undid the collar on her blouse with her good hand. As long as she was in this stuffy room, there was no point in being uncomfortable.

 

[Warr]

"Maybe I can help." he said as he walked into the room and sat down beside her. "I mean...mom and dad taught me a few things about first aid when I was a kid." he grinned a bit. "I'm a nerd, I know."

 

[Hegemone]

Vivian grinned back, holding out her hand gently for him to do what he could with it.
"Hey, that's okay. Nerds are sexy," she laughed, her legs swinging slightly over the edge of the bed on which she sat.

 

[Warr]

He blushed at the comment and looked down at her wrist. "Okay, first thing we're gonna need to do is not move it.' He said. "I'm pretty sure I can make somethign around here...sure the lady won't mind...' hes tood up, reaching out to grab some bandages.

 

[Hegemone]

"Alright, don't move. I think I can handle that," Vivian smiled, glancing around the room. She waved towards the cupboard, tensor bandages visible behind the glass doors, "That what you're looking for?"

 

[Warr]

"Something to keep from bending your wrist.' He told her, grabbing some of those popsickle stick things he could never remember what their names were. "These'll do." he said with a smile and walked back.

Gingerly, he made her straighten her wrist and put the sticks around her wrist, then began to wrap the bandage around it, making a good bandage for her not to bend her wrist until it was good again. "There we are..."

 

[Hegemone]

Vivian groaned as he straightened out her wrist, instinctively pressing her head into his chest and closing her eyes. It was over in a minute and she sat up again, blushing for her foolishness.
"S-sorry," she said, using her good hand to brush her hair behind her ears.

 

[Warr]

He shook his head. "I totally understand, don't worry about it." he said with a smile, failing to notice his own blush. "Just let it rest for a while, it shoudl be good then."

 

[Hegemone]

Vivian smiled and nodded her head, hoping her blush would lighten even as she noticed his.
"So... are you going to go back to class at all?" She asked, "Or hang out here and keep me company?"

 

[Warr]

"Meh, I have a free period right now." He said with a bit of a shrug and leaned abck into the wall. "I'm gonna keep ya company...it being my fault, afterall."

 

[Hegemone]

"It's okay! I swear!" she laughed, "Get out of class free card, right? Besides, I had some homework due today that I- well- didn't finish."

Vivian grinned sheepishly, getting up from the bed and going to her books. She grabbed them with her good hand and took them back over to the bed, plopping them over by the pillow and stretching herself out on the white linens.

"So," she asked, scootching over, and patting the bed beside her for him to join her, "What do you know about the Spanish Inquisition?"

 

[Warr]

He gladly took the seat and grinned at her, looking up just then to think about what she just said.

Spanish Inquisition....

"Not a lot...' he mumbled, then shrugged. "All I know is...The Spanish Inquisition started and was established in 1478 by Catholic Monarchs Ferdinand II of Aragon and Isabella I of Castile to maintain Catholic orthodoxy in their kingdoms and was under the direct control of the Spanish monarchy. It was not definitively abolished until 1834, during the reign of Isabel II." he said, normally and as calmly as anyone.

He hated U.S. History but DAMMIT if it didn't stick to him...

 

[Hegemone]

She grinned, opening up her notebook, "Wonderful, that's more than I know, I'm afraid. I told you I hadn't done my homework."
Vivan laughed and rolled onto her stomach, setting out a textbook so she had something sturdy to write on. Her legs swung behind her, the hem of her skirt falling to her knees and revealing her swimmer's legs. Thankfully it had been her left hand caught in the sprain and she was able to scrawl her notes perfectly with her right, having him repeat it for her once more, slowly.

 

[Warr]

And he did, repeat it slowly for her sake. He laughed and repeated it slowly, but his eyes caught her legs. They were quite impressive looking, obviously a swimmer leg. Musuclar...long...

He shook his head. 'OKay,t ha's enough of that... he thought to himself.

 

[Hegemone]

"Well, that was the bonus question," she said and rolled back onto her back, bringing her knees up and setting her notebook on them so she could read better. Vivian decided to kick off her shoes, letting them fall to the ground as she got comfortable, "Now then, since I like to work backwards, the NORAD agreement?" she asked, her skirt threatening to fall further along her thigh.

 

[Warr]

"North American Aerospace Defense Command (NORAD) is a joint organization of Canada and the United States that provides aerospace warning and defense for North America. It was founded on May 12, 1958, as the North American Air Defense Command. Its main technical facility has been the Cheyenne Mountain Operations Center in Colorado, and for this reason NORAD is sometimes unofficially referred to as Cheyenne Mountain."

The last explanation came out a bit shakily. That skirt looked about ready to reveal everything and all of her...

 

[Hegemone]

"Awesome," she replied, crossing her legs and scribbling on her notepad. The skirt fell as low as it would go, laying complacent across her hips. She barely noticed, and the only real view of her underwear was from the end of the bed, where he was at there was barely a flower of the pattern visible. Of course, that left all the more to his imagination.

"Warsaw was the same for the Soviet Union, right?" she put in, adjusting her legs again so she could reach the near-top of her page. This meant lifting her feet off the bed and bringing her knees forward, seemingly ignorant of the affect this was having on her skirt, and most likely, him.