14 Jul 2019, 02:09
What A Bloody Meeting
This is a private rp with Aenera Nareris. Please understand not to intervene unless you are the game master but hoozah~ Feel free to read
Blood. Child Fumiko was confident that she can never be a doctor because of the queasiness she felt when she sees even the tiniest drop of blood. Though with each passing year, with more nosebleeds from various reasons she managed to quell that queasiness over the mixture .
She had to admit, it was kind of fun when she got a nosebleed in 1st grade, where she got all kinds of reactions from students and teachers. Eventually she hated their attention solely on her so their faces were more ... punchable when nosebleeds happen.
Not including the ones that tried to help her. They were nice and Fumiko will forever remember their kindness, even if she is forgotten.
This was the 1st time she got a nosebleed in Hogwarts and thankfully, it wasn't in a public room so she manages to speed walk herself to the Hospital Room while trying her best to cup all the blood gushing out of her nose without spilling it on the floor. She understands how some people faint at the sight of blood so she rather not let her blood be the cause of their fainting.
After getting treatment and pretending to listen to the lectures the nurse gave her on drinking more water, she was left alone on a hospital bed with so many tissues stuffed in the left side of her nose. If anyone saw her right now she would've looked incredibly stupid. Thank god the only students here are the one that's too sick or injured to notice.
Despite the nurses suggestion to lay down, she sat up-right anyway, only concerned with getting all the blood out quick before anyone of her friends notices her here, occasionally switching bloody tissues with new fresh ones from the tissue box the nurse gave her.
After repeating that process for the 2nd time now, she noticed the dried blood on her hands and made a mental note to wash them after this.
' God, it's so hard to breath ' she thought to herself. With one nostril blocked with bloody tissues and the other trying not to harshly blow the bloodied tissue away .
Last edited by Fumiko Tachibana on 22 Aug 2019, 12:29, edited 5 times in total.
' Educating the mind without educating the heart is no education at all "
-Aristotle
14 Jul 2019, 02:33
What A Bloody Meeting
Aenera sped down the hallway with her arms tightly crossed at her stomach. She furrowed her eyebrows as she scanned the walls, trying to find out what floor she was on. Her shoes tapped on the floor, echoing around the empty area. It seemed most people were in class or in their dormitory. Now, if only she could find hers...
It all looks the same. It all looks the same. It all looks the same.
Her wild, red hair was down at her shoulders, tickling and scratching her neck. She had barely had any time to get ready in the morning. I wish I was more organised. Those damn staircases. What kind of dumb person would design a school with moving staircases?
As Aenera approached the end of the hall, she sighed in relief at the sight of a door. Not thinking, she marched up to it. She pushed the door open slowly and peered inside. White beds were lined up in rows with curtains around each one. She pressed her lips together and stepped inside. The person closest to her--a small, black-haired girl--sat in her bed, a bloody tissue held to her nose and many others collected on the nightstand.
Aenera kept her hand on the handle of the door as she discreetly looked the girl up and down.
Must be a first-year, like me.
She debated whether or not she should ask for directions, but doubted that a first-year would be much help. Not that she wanted to ask anyway.
Is this a hospital? Must be.
It all looks the same. It all looks the same. It all looks the same.
Her wild, red hair was down at her shoulders, tickling and scratching her neck. She had barely had any time to get ready in the morning. I wish I was more organised. Those damn staircases. What kind of dumb person would design a school with moving staircases?
As Aenera approached the end of the hall, she sighed in relief at the sight of a door. Not thinking, she marched up to it. She pushed the door open slowly and peered inside. White beds were lined up in rows with curtains around each one. She pressed her lips together and stepped inside. The person closest to her--a small, black-haired girl--sat in her bed, a bloody tissue held to her nose and many others collected on the nightstand.
Aenera kept her hand on the handle of the door as she discreetly looked the girl up and down.
Must be a first-year, like me.
She debated whether or not she should ask for directions, but doubted that a first-year would be much help. Not that she wanted to ask anyway.
Is this a hospital? Must be.
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14 Jul 2019, 03:43
What A Bloody Meeting
With a last blow on a slightly bloody tissue, she gasped out a harsh breath as if she was holding it in for a while. It took a few seconds to relax her breathing patterns but eventually she did.
Once she couldn't feel blood threatening to drip out of her nose, she placed a finger under them to make-sure. Realising no more blood came out, she let out a sigh of relief. " Thank goodddddd...." she mumbled to herself, clearly grateful.
After she threw away all the used up tissues into the nearest bin, she took some extra clean ones for future emergencies. Scanning around the Hospital Wing, she came to the conclusion that though it had all kinds of medicine, first aid kits and ointments, they couldn't find the time to have a bathroom.
Damn wizards, probably just wash all this dried blood away with a flick of their wand. She tried to find an available nurse but they were either busy tending to other patients, or MIA. Feeling too guilty to disturb them, she decided walked out, thinking the nearest bathroom would suffice.
However on the way out, she stopped in her tracks when her eyes landed on a girl peeking in the room. It wasn't hard to notice her fiery red curly hair that looked like they would bounce at the slightest wind.
How long was she standing there? Was she a lost 1st year that's too shy to ask for directions? Fumiko wasn't in her best state with the dried blood over her hands and a little bit on her nose, but because she received a lot of help from helpful seniors that she vowed to help lost first years if she ever came across one.
Fate should've picked a better time for this. Oh well. Wiping excess dried blood on her nose, she gently smiled at the first year, skilfully hiding her envy of the girl's height.
" Hello~ " she greeted sweetly the second she stepped out of the hospital wing. " Are you here to see a nurse? " The frustrations in the girls eye made it obvious the nurses were the last thing she wanted to see but, if there's any strong points in Fumiko's acting, it would be her ability to act dumb.Reliable Kind Senior Mode : Activate
Yes, she wanted to help the 1st year but she rather not risk being incorrect about her assumptions so they played it safe.
' Educating the mind without educating the heart is no education at all "
-Aristotle