BOOM there it is.

[Michael Jones]

Michael lay back on his bed, his eyes closed. Each breath he took was measured and calculated, each movement of his body only after careful planning. He was fine, and he needed to convince himself that he was fine. Yes, he might be a tiny bit upset about the ideas in his head, and yes he might be frustrated…no. No he was not frustrated, he was fine. What were the tricks he was told to keeping himself calm? Counting up to ten? He started to do so, each number giving him more stress than the last. What if he was not doing it right? This couldn’t be happening...not in the dorms. He took in another slow, calculating breath. Maybe it was twenty. Should he count to twenty, he might rid himself of the problem he was having at the current time of being unable to function properly. He just had to control it. If he didn’t then he was sunk! He took another deep breath, being sure to concentrate.

It was too late, and he knew it, but he could just keep himself calm if he had enough willpower, right? Then the anger was apparent. He stood from his bed and grabbed the side of it for support, He could see the cracks around him, his head splitting in pain. He was so stupid! He was destroying all of this because he was just a whiny little brat who couldn’t keep his temper under control. He grabbed his head with a free hand. The pressure was huge, but he didn’t want to let it out. Not until he had to…he didn’t want to face the reality of the situation. The cracks were all through the bed now, not really on the floor, but they were on his desk…and his chair too. He was in contact with it. The boy gasped for pain. His head was killing him, and he really couldn’t hold on much longer at all! Michael shut his eyes, and with a very deep breath, he let the pressure go.

There would be a loud crashing sound. His bed basically exploded, pieces of it going everywhere, a lot of it hitting Michael and causing quite a few wounds, splinters, burns…bruises, anything. There were openly bleeding parts too. He had fallen back on the floor and was panting. His head hurt. The force of the explosion had knocked the door off it’s hinges too, so it was barely there, ready to fall in a moment. He sat under debris from the explosion of his anger, and the kid took a breath as deep as he could muster. He let it out after a moment, just keeping himself calm. He was…he was okay. No one needed to know about this if he could just clean it up. Of course, his ears were ringing from the sheer sound of what happened, so he didn’t really know how loud it was, or how loud it still was now with debris shifting and moving as he moved. He had bandages…they were in a box. He could use those.

The kid closed his eyes tightly. His head hurt horribly. It always did after something like this happened, and there was never a good solution to that. He had tried taking some ibuprofen, but the kids stuff didn’t deal with the pain that he was dealing with, so he gave up on it and just focused on how much his head hurt…and it hurt a lot. Of course now it was mixed with the hurt one feels from having a piece of a bed cut through skin. That hurt quite a bit too.

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Junpei was on his way to his room when he heard it. He had just finished another day of classes followed by club followed by tending to his….girlfriend…while she continued to work on recovering her foot.

He tromped up the stairs and started down the hall when suddenly there was a monstrous boom which came from the other side of the door to the dorm room he was passing. He, of course, had heard things like this before, especially coming from this particular room, but this one seemed rather loud, though he couldn't tell if it was because it was actually louder or he was just not locked up in his own dorm.

With a knock, Junpei slowly opened the door to the common room of room 506. Everything looked normal so far, but the main room was empty. However as he stepped further into the room with a hesitant "Ochamashimasu~" He peered down the hall and saw….one of the doors swinging by a single hinge, about ready to fall off. There was also a cluster of debris just on the outside of the room.

With obvious concern, Junpei took no more time to rush forward to the bedroom and peer inside…to find a kid sitting right there in the middle of the debris, covered with multiple cuts and scrapes and….he was obviously injured from…whatever had just exploded. "Are you Ok??" Junpei asked a bit forcefully. Obviously he wasn't, but Junpei didn't know what else to say.

[Michael Jones]

It was a natural occurrence now to do a status check whenever something like this happened. He wasn’t exactly sure originally what he needed to do after he was hurt the first time, but after a few different explosions, it had almost become routine. Even so, it didn’t mean that the routine was at all fun. He also was rather bad at checking without hurting himself if he was injured.

First thing he had to do was get his head to stop ringing. It hurt like hell, and it was pounding ferociously against the fronts, backs, and sides of his skull, trying desperately to run away. With the efforts thwarted, he assumed that a thud of pain every time his heart beat was a good equal exchange. Closing his eyes, he controlled his breathing. In. Out. In. Out. Easy enough. Good. He was already feeling a bit more calm, and the thudding wasn’t as close together now, which probably meant he’d lowered his heart rate or something.

With that problem solved, he began to look at the debris that was on him. He winced as he realized how bad it actually looked. It didn’t feel that bad…but it would probably be fine. He didn’t want to go to the nurses again. They’d make him train more, or talk to Vincent or something about the incident…something. No way. He reached a shaky hand out and pulled a bit of the splintered wood off of his leg, then another few. Each one hurt a bit more than the last, but he was still covered with some debris by the time the curious male had come to his door.

The male wasn’t someone the kid had seen before, and he stared wide-eyed for a moment before he looked to himself and brushed more debris off. “I’m fine…just a bit scraped.” He tried. It was a bit more serious than that, clearly, but there weren’t any broken bones, and no gushing blood. Yes, he was bleeding in some places, and maybe one cut could use like one or two stitches, but other than that he was very bruised and battered and he had a nice cut lip. Michael could taste it on his tongue when he spoke with a bit of a raspy voice.

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The kid….seemed alright, maybe Junpei was just overreacting…?

Overreacting!? The kid was injured and sitting in a pile of what obviously was an explosion, where from was anyone's guess, but even the slow Junpei could quickly gather that it might be power related, especially given the laid back response that the kid had given to a person that was obviously on the verge of panicking!!

Junpei took a short moment to calm himself down, because really, he probably was just overreacting.

Screw that, Junpei knew a bad situation when he saw it. "I am thinking you need doctor?" he said which came out more like a question than a statement. Junpei would take the boy to the infirmary if need be. Junpei dared to come in closer to the dilapidated pile of furniture.

[Michael Jones]

The worst part about this was that after the fact he always felt as though every part of him was going to fall off.

He wriggled his feet a little bit, feeling the rubble around him shift and move. He had no doubt that he had a couple of worse scratches than he thought, but he was trying to not deal with it. Things hurt, and he was starting to feel them as he allowed his heart rate to slowly calm down. He was getting better at that. At the end of a big thing, he had to force himself not to go into shock or something like that. He was pretty proud at how well he was doing.

But of course, at the same time, he was feeling pretty upset that he’d made himself do something like this. He hadn’t been able to hold it in at all.

When, however, Junpei mentioned that he might need a doctor, the boy’s face grew very pale, very quickly. He frowned at the very idea and started to stand up, pushing some of the things away from more painful areas. “No way. Doctors suck.” He added. He did not want to see them…he’d probably get another appointment with Dr. Neville, or maybe more training times, which he did NOT want. Yeah, a lot of people liked the doctor, but he never really liked the idea of him needing to go there.