Brownies (Nea and Kay's High School One x One)

[Nea]

((This is a compilation of everything we have so far... Nikki and Louis are Kay's, Locke and Charlotte are mine. That's all I can really say.))

Genre:
- Christian High School

Plot:
-Train Wreck Plot

Who is Who?
-Kayla
-Louis DeNonno (Louie)
-Nikki O’Connell (Nik)
-Linnea
-Locke Glamis
-Charlotte Glamis

List of Injuries:
-Louie: compound fracture and pressure on lung
-Nik: completely crushed lower half of her forearm
-Locke: leg missing above the kneecap
-Char: concussion and blindness due to head injury

Profiles:
Louis DeNonno
Personality:
Louie is a pretty annoying guy when it comes right down to it. He likes to have a good time and hang out with his friends, cracking jokes and all that jazz. He tends to be pretty inappropriate in the fact that he will laugh at the wrong times and not care how people think about it. In the end, he’s a pretty good guy if you can get by his lack of seriousness.

Appearance:
Louis had dirty blonde hair that’s very frizzy. It looks almost like an afro that was drenched in water. He likes the weird look of it, though some might find it a bit homely looking. He stands at six foot even, though he slouches most of the time. His skin is a fair complexion, as he doesn’t like to go outside very often. His waist is thin enough, showing a few of his ribs.

Nikki O’Connell
Personality:
Nikki is a very quiet person to begin with. She likes to hang out with people; she is just not good with telling people how she is feeling. She likes to help people out and finds that she is very good at using empathy for others.

Appearance:
Nikki has long brown hair of the curly fashion. She likes to pull it back into a ponytail most of the time as to not have it in her face. She stands around five foot five and has a fair complexion due to the fact that she isn’t good at getting outside much.

Locke Glamis
Personality:
Locke is quiet and reserved; he is incredibly protective and has a tendency to overreact when it comes to his sister. He tends to hold grudges, and once you’re on his bad side, you tend to stay there until you earn your way back.

Appearance:
Locke has dark brown hair and green eyes. He’s roughly 5’9” with an average build; he’s fairly skinny but is also not muscular. (Not a jock.)

Charlotte Glamis
Personality:
Charlotte is bolder than her brother; she isn’t generally loud, but she tends to get fired up about (in)justice. She believes life is too short to hold grudges; her anger is dangerous but short-lived. She does not show weakness; instead, she plays herself off as self-confident.

Appearance:
Charlotte tends to dress in layers: a tank top; a t-shirt; and a sweater; an ankle length skirt; long white socks; and ugly black shoes. Her waist-length auburn hair is always in a thick bun, and round glasses grace her face in the most conspicuous way. She intentionally masks her true beauty, and she does all in her power to appear ugly and invisible.

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Actual Roleplay:
The world seemed to be one pool of green, each tree and leaf flowing together into one large blur. Locke’s world vibrated as the train moved beneath him, taking him along for the ride. He poured his entire self into his own world, rarely taking the time to experience the world around him.

“Ow,” he muttered, looking up as a piece of wet paper hit his forehead. Before he could retaliate, the train began to shake violently, and by the time the second spit wad reached him, everyone could tell something was wrong. The steady beat of train wheels had ceased, and instead, everything was spinning, tumbling… falling.

Suddenly, all was silent; an eerie stillness hung over his world, one in which life no longer existed… Light no longer existed. The emptiness seemed endless, as if all eternity had ceased to exist; yet somewhere, in the depths of his mind, he knew this was not the end. Heaven was not empty; it was not dark. Jesus was there, and a never-ending light extended over all. No, this was not Heaven; the end was not in sight.

These thoughts plagued Locke as the pain overtook him, and then even his thoughts were empty as he slipped out of consciousness.

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Louis let out a bark of a laugh as the first spit wad hit the head of Locke. It was so amusing to him he decided to reload. As he was saturating the piece of fabric with spit, an interesting movement started on the train. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it was definitely not normal for a train. He shrugged, ‘the conductor must be doing something stupid.’ He spit the other wad at Locke’s face, and before he knew it, it went black.

“That must have been some deer,” he said after opening his eyes. His breath was knocked out of him. He winced, trying to move and feeling a pain in his leg. He took a deep breath. “This would be a good time for Satan to pop out and try to convince us to go to the dark side. Nobody join him no matter how many cookies he has,” he said loudly. He tried to let out a laugh but he could only feel a pain in his chest. “This sucks.”

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“Crap.” That word alone fit the situation, one which Charlotte Glamis could not figure out. Choppy images filled her mind’s eye: objects flying, the train spiraling, darkness, and pain. And the screaming. Even in the darkness, screams overwhelmed her. At first, she assumed they belonged to others: her classmates, her friends, her brother... Everyone else. Only when the piercing sound continued did she realize the truth: they were coming from her.

She felt her consciousness fade, yet her mind never fully severed from reality. Upon hearing a familiar voice, her eyes fluttered open, yet nothing relieved the darkness. "Who cares how many," she called out, ignoring the increasing pain in the back of her head.. "I wanna know what kinds!"

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She had been looking out the window, her hands neatly folded in her lap with her right arm laced in with Charlotte's. Then, it happened. Nikki's eyes widened slightly as the train began to make noises. She had always been afraid of locomotives becoming undone, and the noise only made her more afraid. And then the lights flickered, and she felt the train jerk.

Nikki blinked, breathing in deep before letting out a coughing fit. The crash itself had gone passed her mind, not giving herself enough time to get out anything other than a gasp. She blinked again, trying to sit up, using her arm to push up, and then let out a blood curdling scream. The weight put onto her arm created popping noises in her forearm, making her fall to her cheek and bite her lip. "It hurts..." she whispered, moving to her side and falling into someone's lap. Looking up, she found the face of Locke.

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A loud curse escaped Locke's lips before he could help it, and of all things he could feel, pain and guilt seemed to take dominance, the former definitely overshadowing all else. He glimpsed at the woman in his arms, but she took second place to the overwhelming sight before him: his right leg no longer lay attached to his body; it no longer lay anywhere. It was just... Gone. Only an open, heavily bleeding stump remained, red oozing freely from tghe entire surface. "What the freak?" he asked, his voice filled with some unknown emotion. "What the heck is going on?"

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Louis grinned at the response he got from Charlotte, hitting his head on the wall behind him, trying to get the pain to go away in his leg. "Probably hot tamale. Something really evil and yet so good looking. Ow-" he complained, sighing as he realized there was something seriously wrong with his leg if he couldn't move.

Louis grunted, trying to wiggle to sit up. He could feel a burning in his chest, as if it were hurting him to try and move. Breathing in deep, he leaned against the wall. Spotting his friend Charlotte, Louis leaned over and glanced over her body. "You okay, Cher?" he asked, touching her shoulder.

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Char jumped, whirling around and slapping the nearest moving surface, aka. Louis. "Who's there?" she asked, her unseeing eyes scanning the continuing darkness. Slowly, the realization sunk in: Cher. Only one person on the planet openly caller her that... "Louie! Sorry! And it's Char. Are you ok?"

At his appearance, everything seemed more real, and worry settled in. What about her brother? And Nik? Suddenly, she realized: this was really happening. They were really trapped, and she really couldn't see. "Aw, crap. Seriously, are you ok?"

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Nikki winced as she heard the heavy curse come from the lips of the male behind her. She looked up once again at the pain in his face before looking down and muttering an apology, thinking that it had merely been her weight on him. As Nikki's head went down, though, she noticed something off... or, at least, more literally off.

A gasp escaped her lips before she could do anything about it. Her hand covered her mouth, whirling around again and trying to wiggle off his lap. "Your... your..." Nikki couldn't get the word out. It was more horrific than she had ever imagined. Touching his cheek, she looked down again. "I'm so sorry..."

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Locke could feel the blood draining from his face, yet he couldn't look away from the bleeding stump. Much like a car accident, the sight sickened and captivated him, fixing his gaze firmly upon him. "Don't apologize," he choked through gritted teeth, grabbing her hand from his cheek. "It's not your fault that it's... Gone. Are-" He paused, gathering breath shakily. "Are you ok? What's wrong?"

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The smack was not something that Louis thought was coming. He blinked and laughed, rubbing his cheek unconsciously. "It's... fine... dang, that's a nice left hook you've got there. Do you practice?" he asked, laughing. Louis grunted as he eyed his leg, feeling it around a bit. "That ain't right... Not sure what right exactly is right now, though... Right, Cher?"

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"I /can/ practice, if you keep calling me that. It's /Char/. Char," she snapped, only half joking; her smile lasted only a moment, though, as reality set in again.

"What isn't right?" she asked, feigning calm. Nothing being right was a definite truth, yet it unsettled her to know that not only she felt out of control. Her world always felt out of control in some way or another, but she could pretend everything was fine as long as everyone else was in control. But here? And now? The only person she could speak to didn't know what was right at the moment. And he didn't even give her a straight answer.

She reached her hand out gently, groping for any physical contact now to connect her to a world outside her mind, and she clamped down on his shoulder in desperation. "Louie, are you ok? Or are you hurt? I need an answer."

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Nikki looked up as he began to speak and nodded to his words. Looking down she shook. "It's so... bloody... is there anything we can do?" she asked, trying to figure back to her classes on physical aid, but not remembering anything.

"I'm okay... my arm just hurts a lot... I can't bend it or move it... it's... frightening..." Nikki muttered, bringing her other hand to touch her arm that she couldn't move. Breathing in deep, she poked it, feeling a horrible pain trembling through her shoulder as she gasped. "It hurts..."

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Locke frowned, feeling unsure. "Um... Is there anything we can do? A sling or something?" He reached out carefully, but stopped inches from her arm, too scared to touch her. He was not known for being gentle; more people knew him for his too-tight handshakes and fumbling fingers. There was no way on earth he was touching her like that; he'd only screw her arm up more.

Subconsciously, he realized something: his leg hardly hurt. The only answer he could fathom was shock. Some type of shock that kept his body from registering the pain. He knew, somehow, that that couldn't be good, yet he felt nothing but gratitude for the numbness. His mind seemed clearer without the never-ending hurt, and with enough distractions, he could keep from understanding the longterm situation this put him in. Thank God for shock.

[Fuhrer Kay]

Louis couldn't help his chuckling that formed in his chest, making a swirl of pain slither through the slant of his body. Biting his lip, he leaned over her. "Cher. I got it," he said, giving a toothy grin that was nearly invisible in the dark. "You hurt any? Need a kiss to make it feel better?" he asked, patting her shoulder as he tried - and vehemently failed - to flirt.

"Nothing... Pretty sure I'm okay. I don't really remember if my leg had this dent in it before the crash or not. That's what happened, right? We crashed? I don't think trains randomly flip over whenever they feel like it. They look nothing like my mom." Louis grinned at his little kick toward his mother before letting out a stream of coughs, holding his chest. He winced, grabbing his neck and rubbing there. "That burns, man!" he exclaimed.

[Nea]

One hand subdued the other as Char gritted her teeth, making an attempt to prevent any further bodily harm to her annoying companion. 'He's not worth it,' she mentally scolded, not bothering to question the reason behind the building frustration. Her auburn hair slipped easily into her face, tickling her nose, and she made a half-hearted attempt to secure the strand in the almost permanent bun.

"What burns?" Char asked quietly, her teeth tearing at the skin just inside her cheek. "Would you give me a straight flippin' answer already? What's wrong with your leg?"

[Fuhrer Kay]

Blinking as he tried to take her arm but stopped, Nikki took this chance to glance down at his leg... or lack thereof. Picking up a piece of cloth from a now opened suitcase, she put it on the stump, trying to find some way to clot up all of the blood coming from it. With such a large wound, it seemed to be almost impossible.

Nikki held out her arm to him, shrugging with her good side. She wasn't sure what was wrong with it, only that it hurt more than anything she had ever felt before in her life. "I don't know. It really stings when I try to move it, though... Maybe a sling would be a good idea... What do you think?" she asked quietly, not moving her arm from where she had held it out to him. The last thing she wanted to do was to mess it up even more than it already was.

[Nea]

Locke winced slightly, pulling away from the cloth. Shock or no shock, any pressure hurt. He knew she was probably onto a something, but he preferred the numb, neverending bloodflow to the painful treatment route. Yes, numb was good.

Instead, he looked to her outstretched arm. His hair fanned across his forehead in a wavy craze as he shook his head. "You, er... I can't, um... It's not a good idea for me to touch you. Um... A sling might be smart, though. Um..." Locke began to dig through the open suitcase, and eventually, he produced a male's tank-top, which he immediately held out to her. "Here. You can try that..."

[Fuhrer Kay]

"Well, which one do ya want me ta answer, man?" he asked as the onslaught of questions poured from the mouth of the girl in front of him. He grinned before putting a hand to his chest. "My chest kinda burns... 'Think I hit something, but it hurts when I breath in or out... or just breathe in general," he commented, grinning stupidly at the ending phrase. He himself had found it to be amusing that he had covered that before covering it again in an easier phrase... the likelihood of anyone understanding it other than himself was slim, though.

Louis wiggled his body, biting his lip as he moved his leg from side to side, knocking over a couple of pieces of luggage to give them more room. He leaned against the wall and patted his leg. "My leg seems to be... erm... pointing in weird... ew- what's that?" he asked, trailing off and completely losing track of what he was saying in the first place as he poked something pointy and white sticking out of his leg. "Ow!"

[Nea]

"Why 'ow'?" she asked softly, her fingers fumbling gently in the darkness in search of his hand. His hurt, somehow, bothered her more than she cared to realize. "Are you ok? How bad is it?"

Char's words flowed together, words and phrases running together to form a nearly incoherent chain of sound; her voice joined the cacophony around them, only adding to the quiet roar: her fingers tapping, wood splinters falling, the luggage continuing to create dull thuds... All around, small sounds hissed and sputtered, teaming together to create a deafening stillness. To Char, it all seemed overwhelming.

[Fuhrer Kay]

"Locke... it would be a bit hard for me to make and put on a sling with only one arm... you have to help me make it and put it on... Okay? Please?" she asked, taking the piece of cloth and looking down at it before adjusting her gaze to accept Locke into it as well. She didn't see why he was so afraid to touch her arm and why he was making up excuses to not have to help her out. Surely it wasn't that he didn't want to help, but rather for another reason.

Shrugging to herself, Nikki began to try to make the sling on her own, not pressuring Locke into anything that he wasn't comfortable doing. She fumbled around with her fingers, trying to tie two ends of the fabric together to make some sort of circular pattern, but it obviously wasn't working at all.

[Nea]

"Um... Ok. Sorry," he muttered. His hands shook slightly as her pulled the cloth out of her grip, and he stared at the fabric for a moment before beginning to tie the edges together. "Here." He offered her the makeshift sling, complete with his unruly knots and blood smudges.

((Sorry... I couldn't think of anything. And I'm in a hurry 'cause my cousin's waiting on me.))

[Elli]

((Phoeeey on you two! Lol))

[Nea]

((Haha. Sorry Jordie! We could do a three-person, too! We just were too anxious to wait...))

[Fuhrer Kay]

"Well... it looks okay, but then again it's so dark in here, God would have a bit of trouble wobbling around without running into a wall... Haha... nice visual, huh? God running into a wall..." Louie joked, sitting up and leaning over. Suddenly, a sharp pain went through his chest, burning his lungs and making him cry out. "Holy- ow..." His hand went for the said pain, rubbing up against his ribs and biting his lip in pain.

Before he knew it, though, Char's hand touched his own that had been propping him up. As his right hand ran over his ribs, trying to find the pain, his left wrapped around her hand. "What does this feel like?" he asked, bringing her hand up and gently placing it on the area of pain on his chest. "And I ain't trying to get you to feel me up. I swear, Cher. Just feel right the- OW!" Louis winced.

[Nea]

"Crap," she muttered, jerking her hand back as quickly as she could, though his pained cry still echoed in her mind, bringing a new wave of guilt. "I'm sorry! What was I feeling for? Where was I feeling exactly? Louis? Crap. Crappidy crap."

Char reached up carefully, pulling an escaped strand of hair from her forehead and tucking it gently behind her ear. "I wish I could look at it," she whispered, nearly incoherent over the cacophony of other sounds. I'd be happy to be able to look at anything right now, she added mentally, truly missing her sight for the first time.

[Nea]

((Haha. I'm rewatching DNAngel now. I miss it.))

[Fuhrer Kay]

"Thank you... After I can put this on, I want to try and help you..." Nikki stated, taking the sling from his hands and completely ignoring the fact that it was blood stained and tattered. The by had just lost a leg and was probably in a lot of pain already, and she didn't need to be asking him for such measly things as a sling. Suddenly, a wave of guilt washed over the girl's body... but it didn't last long. "Oh- ow...."

"Um... could you possibly..." Nikki motioned to the sling and then to her arm. If she wasn't already in a lot of pain, she would have tried harder to do it herself, but for some reason the pain in her arm had decided to go throughout the entire length of her arm, putting pain into her shoulder, as well. She sighed and offered up the sling for him to see, and to hopefully make it easier for him to put on.

[Nea]

"Oh! Er... Um... Uh... Sure. Sorry,” Locke muttered, reluctantly pulling the sling from her hand. “How, or what, I guess, do you want me to do? I don’t want to hurt you.” His eyes flicked anxiously from the sling to her arm and back, yet he still didn’t move. He felt helpless… He was helpless. The situation demanded all he had, if not more, and he could do nothing. He wanted nothing more than to escape, yet he was trapped. They were all trapped, really, and the longer they stayed, the more powerless he felt in the grand scheme of things.

Gingerly, he reached out, draping the sling around her neck and carefully removing her hair from underneath its tattered strap. “Can you- I mean, will you be able to put your arm in it yourself? Can you move it well enough?”

[Fuhrer Kay]

He couldn’t help but smirk at the fact that she had set herself up so quickly. “My butt,” Louis said, smirking. He knew that there was a smack coming for the joke, and he hoped that she wouldn’t freak out too much. That would be great, get into a train accident and then pretend to have your friend feeling up your butt. That wouldn’t sit too well for the female, though, Louis thought.

Louis leaned over to where the female was sitting and held out a hand, helping her put the hair behind her ear and smirking. “You need to grow that out, or it’ll never stay…” he muttered, the smirk growing into a loud smile. “You can't see anything? Not even shadows?” Louis waved a hand in front of her face. “That even?” He sighed. This was a predicament that he didn’t want to be in.

[Nea]

“Nothing,” she answered sadly, pushing the large pink glasses back onto the bridge of her nose. Slowly, her hands made their way to the back of her hair, and she pulled out the hair ties to reveal waist-length, fire red hair. The failing bun made her far too fidgety, and somehow, she drew comfort from the feeling of her still-smooth locks hanging around her back and shoulders.

“Much better,” Char muttered, smiling slightly until a realization hit her. “Wait, what do you mean your butt? LOUIS DeNONNO!” Quickly, her hand reached out, colliding roughly with a bony, unknown surface, which she assumed to be his chest. “What the heck? Why would you even- Jerk."

[Fuhrer Kay]

"You won't hurt me... Really..." she said, breathing in deep and closing her eyes. He put the sling on her, and she sighed as she felt the hair be removed from her neck. She had been sweating, and she hadn't noticed originally. The feeling of the cool air and small brush of fingertips from Locke to her neck made her shiver, the feeling of goosebumps coming to the top of her skin.

"I think I can put it in myself. Thank you, Locke," Nikki said, giving him and smile and moving her arm. As she moved to try and get her arm into the sling, the young girl leaned into Locke, resting her head on his shoulder, and maneuvering her wrist to catch into the sling. Pulling the piece of cloth back under the rest of her arm, she let out a breath that Nikki didn't know she had been holding. "There... thank you so much for your help, Locke."