Forward Unto Dawn // First Contact

[blazerblock2]

I then go to my dorm.

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[Comatose]

After returning to my dorm, I get on the computer. As I look over to the side of the screen, I notice a notification of a new message. My curiosity piques me as I open the message.

"Hello, Arin." My father. He's wearing his Lieutenant's uniform, his eyes sunken from stress. "I, uh.. I have some bad news."

"Oh god." I can tell what he's going to inform me about. Somebody's dead.

"James has died. He was killed by an Innsurectionist sniper fighting on Harvest this morning. There unfortunately will be no funeral. I'm sorry, Arin."

I slump back in my chair and put my head in my hands. "stuff.."

[Swat 3]

I see Arin, "What happ-" I look at his face, "stuff." I get out of the top bunk and look into his eyes, "What happened?"

//Let's just make it so Arin and Nathan are friends, and Nathan liked James.

[Comatose]

I see Arin, "What happ-" I look at his face, "stuff." I get out of the top bunk and look into his eyes, "What happened?"

//Let's just make it so Arin and Nathan are friends, and Nathan liked James.

"forget off." I wave Nathan off. "Get out of my room."

// no

[Mikoyan]

Feeling sorry for Nathan, I give him an apologetic look as I pass the room.

[Swat 3]

I look shocked, and I just walk away, crying later in a bathroom stall.

[Swat 3]

Anyways, not really your room. Nathan shares the room with Arin, apparently.

I get over it, but I am pissed. My immaturity kicks in, as I am 15, and my birthday is next week. I sniffle, and I just take a long, hot shower.

I just sing to myself, wishing people will like me, socially. I am pretty strong, good looking, but for some reason everyone has to hate me. I slam my head, hard, on the wall. I felt dizzy. But the pain felt good.

[Comatose]

At Corbulo, everybody has their individual rooms.

[Swat 3]

Oh
:C

I never play Halo. Or stuff like that, but I guess Nathan heard you from his room right next to yours?

Idk, but events still happened.

[blazerblock2]

This is why you ask questions before you roleplay.

[Swat 3]

This is why you ask questions before you roleplay.

Noted.

[Comatose]

I whimper in my chair, hatred and anger coursing through my veins as I stand up and begin punching the wall in anger. My knuckles begin to bloody and leave drops of blood on the wall as I continue to spar with my unmoving, unbreakable opponent.

[Swat 3]

I feel un-motive. Un-movable. I really don't feel good. I step out of the shower, get my fatigues on, and I just barely make it right next to Arin's threshold, trying to get to my room. I slump down and whimper, "Help." I black out.

[Comatose]

I hear a thump outside my door as I stop punching the wall. I walk outside to investigate and find Nathan on the ground. Almost instinctively, I put my fingers to his neck. He still has a pulse. "Somebody call a medic!"

[Mikoyan]

I fast walk to where a lot of noise was happening. When I see Nathan, I yelp, "What'd you do to him?"