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Post by skyeknight on Feb 22, 2024 4:52:31 GMT
Namine needed to draw. She could feel it in her very bones. But she made sure to leave anything drawing wise in her dorm room. She couldn't draw. Not here. Not now. Not with so many students around. But the urge to draw something was leaving her weak, shaking and absolutely nauseas. The other students passing through the halls were ignoring her in favor of going to their next classes. Namine anxiously looked around before ducking into the women's restroom. She hoped that getting out of this crowded area would make this feeling go away.
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Feb 22, 2024 23:24:05 GMT
Bella had always been prone to getting stressed easily, and her classes today were definitely making her feel that way. Between hands-on stuff in the gym to complex labs in biology to head-scratching puzzles in criminal investigations, Bella felt like her head was about to burst. She needed a breather, even for a little while, before heading back into the thick of things. Outdoors was usually her go-to, but it was nice out and it was sure to be packed with other students trying to soak up the sunshine while they could. Out of options, she decided to duck into a nearby bathroom. At least it would be quiet in there. But she stopped when she saw someone go in ahead of her, looking equally as frazzled. Hold on...was that Namine? Concern replaced any weariness she was feeling earlier. It looked like nobody else was going on, so Bella pushed open the door and called out "Namine? Are you in there?"
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Post by skyeknight on Mar 10, 2024 0:01:07 GMT
"B-Bella?"
No.
No. No. No!
Why now did she have to be recognized? She was doing so good about keeping a lid on her powers. Her fingers were shaking. She had no drawing materials. Nothing. She had gone so long without drawing and now she felt like an addict who had gone without their drug of choice. She was shaking, trembling, itching to draw something. Holding her powers in like this made her very bones ache.
"I-I'm fine!" she stammered out. "Just... had to use the restroom!"
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Mar 10, 2024 16:24:00 GMT
Bella paused for a moment. Namine's voice came out shaking and she stuttered over her words. It reminded Bella of when she was scared or anxious, maybe over a social situation or getting cornered by bullies. She knew what her sister would do: she would stride in, comfort Namine and ask what the problem was, and try to fix it. She wished Utena was here right now, but she'd have to help with this as best she could on her own. So she walked in, maybe not as confident as Utena would have done, and turned to find Namine, shaking like a leaf, looking like she was about to have a panic attack. "Namine, what's wrong?" she asked, hurrying over.
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Post by skyeknight on Mar 11, 2024 2:40:10 GMT
Namine's eyes widened. She quickly tried to turn away, so Bella didn't see her like this. She knew she looked like a hot mess. She had seen her own reflection in the bathroom mirror. Sweaty, shaking, pale. She looked like she was going to keel over at any second. But she hadn't anticipated anyone catching her or trying to help. There was no real helping Namine's situation. When she got this bad, she had to draw. It was a matter of time. The last thing she wanted was to start scribbling on the walls with lipstick. People would think she was crazy.
"I'm fine," she insisted, trying to inject as much confidence into her words as possible. "I'm not feeling well so I'm just going to finish up here and go back to my dorm."
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Post by angelofmusic1992 on Mar 11, 2024 21:16:54 GMT
Bella bit her lip. Namine was obviously not fine, although she knew she'd probably do something like this herself if she wasn't feeling well. She'd just insist that she was okay just so she didn't have to inconvenience anyone. But Bella didn't have the heart to just leave Namine, even if that was what her friend wanted. "You look like you're ready to pass out," she replied. "Shouldn't the school nurse have a look at you?" Maybe Ms. Mizuno could figure out what was going on. Bella couldn't tell if Namine was genuinely sick or it was something mental, like anxiety.
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