<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Ishida Nori </strong></span></div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Location: 2nd Floor</strong></div><div align="center"><em>Note: Current Hair Colour: Teal</em></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/ScorpioWoman-1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>"The roof?"</strong>Nori said aloud, weighing their options.  He quickly shook his head.<strong>"If things get bad, I suppose they may send in helicopters.  But perhaps that would be jumping to conclusions.  There's no guarantee that we could find a safe way down.  It may be for the best if we go out the back way before those people at the gate break through, then double back around if they enter the school.  It didn't look like any of them had guns, so I think-"</strong><br/><br/>As though remembering who he was talking to, Nori abruptly stopped that train of thought and took Tamara reassuringly by the shoulders.<strong>"Anyway, Tama-chan, don't worry!  Your oneesama will take care of everything, alright?  Just follow my lead and we'll be fine!  You can count on Nori-chan!"</strong><br/><br/>At the time, no one could have expected what was to come.  Though it was clear that the Okama Queen of the school was far from as air-headed as he seemed, the events that were quickly barreling towards them were beyond anyone to predict.  Ignorance and fear was painted on all the faces they passed as the two made their way down the stairs and through disconcertingly empty halls.  Nori led Tamara through a circuitous route, as though they were being chased instead of merely making their way to an exit.  It was only on the second floor that the reason behind his paranoia finally presented itself.<br/><br/><strong>"Hold on,"</strong>he said sharply, stopping right at the closed door leading out into the hall.  Nori pressed his face against the glass, peering from side to side and flinching at the screams echoing from somewhere else in the school.<br/><br/>They could hear hurried footsteps all through the building as panic set in.  The announcements over the intercom had abruptly halted not a minute before.  Something wasn't right, that much was certain.  It didn't feel like a riot.  He hadn't been able to make out the faces in the crowd very well, but they had looked like people from all walks of life, not hardened terrorists.  Why attack a school?  Why now?  None of it made sense.<br/><br/>Curling his fingers around the handle, Nori carefully pushed the door open and led Tamara out into the hall.  His eyes widened.  Like the others, it was completely empty.  But the floors were slick with fresh blood and the occasional severed limb, as though an entire gang's worth of people had been tossed into a blender and sprayed across the walls.  The screams were growing louder, but most of them were coming from below now.  Had they broken through the gate already?<br/><br/><strong>"O-Okay...this is a bit worse than I..."</strong>he struggled to say, keeping a tight grip on his young ward in the event that she started to freak out as much as he wanted to.  He'd only managed to take one hesitant step forward before someone finally rounded the corner.<br/><br/><strong>"Tatsumi-Sensei?  Oh thank God, you're alrig-"</strong>he began, but his words caught in his throat.<br/><br/>His homeroom teacher turned her face towards them, her usually immaculate suit stained crimson and torn in unseemly places.  She looked pale, unnatural so, and her mouth opened and closed silently like a fish gasping for air.  When she moved it was not with a normal gait, but with a sort of jittery, uneven motion akin to an insect that didn't quite know what to do with its limbs.  She seemed quite eager to reach them, as slow as she was, and reached her hands out and she stumbled drunkenly in their direction.  It was then that he saw the wounds, gruesome bite marks that had taken entire chunks out of her bared forearms.  The teacher's eyes saw nothing; they had gone entirely white.<br/><br/>Nori instinctively pushed Tamara behind him, but instead of getting into a defensive stance he merely stood straight up, his body becoming slack and free of tension.<strong>"Tatsumi-Sensei.  Can you hear me?"</strong>he said slowly, kind eyes growing cold.<strong>"You're not well.  You should lay down, alright?"</strong><br/><br/>It became immediately clear that the woman approaching them didn't understand a word he was saying.  Nori shook his head, disbelieving.<strong>"Like...something out of a movie...  Heh, this must be a dream, right?"</strong><br/><br/>The boy's purse clattered to the floor, but the hand that once held it now wielded a brightly polished blade.  Hardly the sort of accessory one would expect such a 'woman' to carry about on her person.  Nori's heel turned smoothly, preparing.<strong>"Tatsumi-Sensei...  I don't want to hurt you."</strong>A final warning.  Surely this was madness.  He couldn't well attack a teacher this way, could he?  But was it really his teacher shuffling towards them?  Was this thing with gore dripping from its limbs and teeth even human?<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Sanada Natsu </strong></span></div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Location: Back Field</strong></div><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Natsu-1.jpg)</div><br/>Natsu smirked back at him.<strong>"That's a bit melodramatic, don't you think?  This is probably some crazed political group or something.  I've heard rumors that some of the students here have some pretty influential parents.  So long as we stay out of the way, we should be fine.  But like hell I'm gonna be unarmed while this sort of thing is going on.  People lose themselves during riots."</strong><br/><br/>She was a bit more careful not to run too fast after that little spill not twenty minutes before, but something at the back of her head told her that speed was of the utmost importance.  It wasn't likely that some political terrorists would just attack random students if they had particular targets in mind, but there were always lunatics in any kind of organization that used these sorts of things to their advantage.  If they had guns it wouldn't help much, but she'd feel a hell of a lot safer with a bokken in her hands.<br/><br/>Unlike others, Natsu led the most direct route possible to the courtyard, eager to get to the Kendo building.  A massive crashing sound split the air as soon as she pushed the door open.<strong>"Shit, did they get through the gate?"</strong>