Oopsie Daisy

[Tallulah Wright]

Tallulah could be stubborn. When some boxes needed to be brought to the auditorium, most likely for drama club, she proposed her help. When they saw her prosthetic leg, quite apparent as she was wearing a skirt, they hesitated. And it made her grab a box. There was no way she would let people treat her differently because of that. She could very easily carry a box around, especially since it was rather light. Must be clothes or something judging by the weight of it. There was only one problem with it and it was the lack of visibility, something even a person with two fine feet would have. It was a pretty big box after all.

Carrying the box proved to be easy. People tend to step away when they saw someone carrying something so large in their hands no matter the state of the person. No one really asked Tal if she needed help, they could all see she had no problem carrying it. She may have to twist and turn her head around to make sure she wouldn’t crash on anything or anyone but otherwise she was fine. This actually brought a lot of satisfaction to her. It proved not only to others but also herself that she was not incapacitated by it in any way. The satisfaction however had her lose her concentration for a time and it didn't take more for her to crash into someone.

Tal managed not to fall by backing against a wall. This was how she didn’t land on her butt as she lost her balance. But she didn’t have the time to catch up her breath from this little incident that she heard something breaking. She blinked and moved her head around the box so she could see what happened. Was she responsible for that? A sheepish smile formed onto her lips as she asked. “Are you alright?”

[Killian Reid]

There was no doubt Killian thought everything in this place was weird. Just a few days and already she had seen things which seemed to be plucked straight from a Tim Burton movie. Between classes, the girl had been exploring her new home. Of course several little things had caught her eye, but thus far Killian had resisted the urge to steal anything. And that made her both irritated and happy. After all, she wanted to steal, but she also didnt. She also hadnt seen DR T in a few days. Which sucked. Killian was pretty sure the school was setting up a session with their own therapist, but Killian would only think about that when it got round to it.

Wanding down the halls, skipping and occassionally spinning to the tune playing in her ears through the large rainbow headphones atop her head. In her hand she held a rather spectacular jar filled with worms of varying size and colour. She didnt notice the box above a pair of legs (was one of them fake?) until she ploughed right into it. Face squished into carboard, hands released the glass jar as she fell back. FUCK Were the words which echoed from Killians lips as her worms scattered across the floor when the jar smashed into the floor. Im fuckin' fine! But my worms arent! Killian shifted and started to slowly flick glass away and collected up some of her worms. The sharp edges traced pale red lines in her icy hands, but no blood rose to the surface. Some one them are sliced right in half! It wasnt really a problem, but that wasnt the point. The girl was still (in Killians eyes) responsible for basically decapitating her little collection

[Tallulah Wright]

Tallulah maintained her balance only because her back hit a wall. She would have landed on the floor otherwise. As for the box, she gripped it so tightly that it didn’t escape her. Still, all this had been a shock. Her entire body was tensed. A part of her felt bad, not only because she bumped into someone and there was something that apparently broke, but also because it happened. She maintained she could do it, she stubbornly grabbed the box and made her way to the auditorium. And now this happened. While she knew it could have happened to anyone, the fact it did to her was depressing. People will use it as an excuse not to let her do it again. It wasn’t her leg’s fault. She didn’t stumble and fall. The box had not been too much for her. This happened because of something out of her control but it did nonetheless and it was frustrating.

She didn’t want to dwell on that however. Not for now. Someone got hit by the box and something broke, she needed to see what it was and if she could do anything to help. She put the box down to the ground to have a better view of what happened. She saw the girl, then she saw the broken jar and the... what was that? Worms? What was someone doing with worms around? Maybe she was from the science club and they would dissect them. “Be careful not to cut yourself,” she said, seeing how she was moving the glass away. She bended down. It wasn’t an ideal position for her and she was a bit wobbly on her feet but it was best to look at the mess she caused. She tried to help collect the worms too, even if she found it a little gross.

She heard her complaint. Sliced in half. Weren’t worms able to survive despite that? Unless it was yet another urban legend everyone believed. She winced. She didn’t care much about the worms but the girl seemed to. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t see a thing with this big box,” she said as an excuse. If she really was upset, nothing Tal could say to justify what happened would do but she tried nonetheless. She did feel bad about it, that was not a lie.