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Early morning Torture Oct 17, 2015 23:36:54 GMT -5

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Post by Lance Stryker on Oct 17, 2015 23:36:54 GMT -5

There had to be a limit.

Please... There had to be a limit!

Lance... Tell yourself there is a limit!?

I don't care... this is the limit!

Lance felt the last of his strength escape through his lips.

"Fuck you all! I give up now!" Anyone - hah - If anyone - better- knew Lance, they'd know that the use of a swear word was that he was on the breaking point. Too far beyond to care, Lance fell on his knees.

He wore a shirt. His shorts. His knees touched the ground as he took deep breaths. Elbows touched the ground as well. Through his teeth he breathed. White mist appeared. He did not feel the cold. His body had been pushed to act like a furnace during this exhaustion. He could not go on. He felt like lashing out at anyone. Lance drew his cellphone and looked at the latest text.

Run. Run around the school!' - Lance hated whoever sent him this text. PE was bad enough. This PE made it worse. Especially in the early morning mist. The sun was barely above the tree/skyline. Lance knew it was punishment. But the punishment for not following orders would be worse. He hid away the phone. He felt like screaming out at the injustice.

[Janika M. 'Eldreich']

Please don't break the glasses... Or the face behind them.

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Early morning Torture Oct 18, 2015 12:48:21 GMT -5

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Post by Janika M. 'Eldreich' on Oct 18, 2015 12:48:21 GMT -5

The same black Mercedes dropped her off at the edge of the school parkinglot. The brisk weather forced her to once again wear her blsck long coat, though one the top two buttons were clasped, allowing the smaller red jacket to be seen underneath, a pair of matching red pants with black boots finished her attire.

The violet haired Serbian girl had been minding her own business, hands tucked into her jacket and her backpack swaying behind her with each step. As she continued to approach the school, she would hear someone swear out near by.

"Are you going to be okay?" Her words had been spoken after she turned her head and caught sight of the teenage boy on his elbows and knees. From the slight traces of steam she saw, he had clearly been over working his body. She was definitely no stranger to that.

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Early morning Torture Oct 29, 2015 21:11:05 GMT -5

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Post by Lance Stryker on Oct 29, 2015 21:11:05 GMT -5

[OOC: My apologies for my slowness with this post, Austin]

Lance could feel the tears well up as he was on the verge of collapsing. He hated this city. He utterly loathed everything about living in near constant fear of everyone he met. The school seemed like it was manned by a bizarre mix of bullies, victims, utter maniacs and sprinkled with a few good people. The few good people were far from enough to make his stay any better. To top it off, he had a weirdo forcing him to do mundane or inane things. Lance was too occupied by his burning lungs and breathing to hear the stranger who talked to him.

Lance looked up wide eyed, tears present at the corner of his eyes. A violet haired girl. She had spoken to him? Why? Why would she speak to him. What had she said. Was he going to be alright? He wished he could say it was her that had taken his breath away, then his lungs would not burn like they were deprived of oxygen, unfortunately, they did burn.

"Yes." Through forced breaths he stammered. "Once my lungs stop burning." He spoke. He looked up at the girl. Lifted a hand hoping she'd help him back up on his legs. "Could you give a hand, miss?"

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Early morning Torture Oct 30, 2015 0:10:45 GMT -5

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Post by Janika M. 'Eldreich' on Oct 30, 2015 0:10:45 GMT -5

Eyes on fire, Your spine is ablaze:
Felling any foe with my gaze.
And just in time, In the right place:
Steadily emerging with grace.

Janika's deep hues would stare toward the boy, almost as if she was weighing her options and whether or not it would be a good idea to help him. I swear if this is some kind of trick, I'm going to break some balls...Again. She was still new here and her first experience with the students here certainly hadn't been very welcoming. But the young serbian girl would decide to help him anyway.

Her gloved hand would extend toward him and she would give a firm yank up onto his feet, her expression remaining blank as she shifted her eyes around, as if searching. "Why were you running? Are you in trouble?"

If he was in trouble, she would help likely find herself drawn toward helping him. However if that wasn't the case and he was in fact trouble, she would just have to deal with him. Her hands would slip down and cross at her stomach, as she settled onto her weight upon her right leg.

LAIKA OF GS!

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