Like a Pro [open]

[Evan Brackett]

With his backpack slung over one shoulder, Evan marched through the school hallways looking for a secluded place to study. It seemed like no matter where he went to do work, there was always something to distract him. Not this time. This time he was going to find a good, empty room without video games, or students, or aesthetically appealing things to draw, so he could finally sit down and get some quality work done. That was the plan, anyway.

After wandering through the halls and trying all the doors he could find, he finally came upon one that was left unlocked. He peeked inside it's dark interior to find it was an empty classroom, flicked on the lights, and settled in a desk at the back where he was far enough from the windows that he wouldn't be tempted to stare at the drifting clouds or colorful trees. In all essence, it was a perfect spot for him to set up. He sighed as he glanced around the bland room, then pulled a textbook, some paper, and a pencil out of his backpack to get started on his math homework.

Of course, with Evan being Evan, it wasn't long before he was off day dreaming instead. It also didn't take him very long, after deciding that balancing his chair on its two back legs was a good idea, to lose his balance and fall backwards. Normally, this would be the point in the story where the kid cracked his skull on the wall. Luckily for Evan, the little scare caused his ability to kick in. The loud clatter of the falling chair became a dull murmur as he phased through the brick and landed safely, albeit uncomfortably, with a slide onto his back. Not so luckily, the entirety of his upper body had gone numb, and he could feel a nausea coming on.

The nausea only got worse when he realized what room he had fallen into; the girl's bathroom. He wouldn't have panicked, except he only made it half-way through the wall. He looked at his waist with horror as he saw it disappearing into the bricks, his right arm also caught partially inside the wall at his wrist. That was just great. He tugged helplessly on his trapped arm, his shoes sliding on the tiles of the classroom next door as he struggled to push himself out of the wall. Apparently he was stuck. He wasn't flailing for long before he gave up, feeling numb, sick, and drained. The only good thing was that he hadn't fallen into one of the stalls, but was instead stuck under a sink. Oh, and at least no one was there to see him.

Yet.

[Emma Cousins]

"Hey handsome. Need a haaaaand~?"

Poking her blonde head round the side of a cubicle with a cigarette hanging ambiguously from her lips, the worst possible person to find Evan was grinning ear to ear. Stepping daintily out from her private smoke room, Emma flopped down in front of the poor trapped teen and began to reapply her lipstick, humming serenely as she did so. It seemed as though she was purposely drawing out Evan's inevitable scolding, her mouth moving into odd shapes as the stick traced the curves.

"Mmn. So were you in here to add to the wank bank or were you just hoping you'd get lucky?" She asked playfully, stabbing her cigarette into the sink above and winking. "I wont tell if you don't." She laughed, gravelly voice bubbling around in her throat. Resting her chin in her hands the teleporter flipped her hair back and tickled under poor Evan's chin, still grinning. This was just too precious, especially since the kid looked so worried.

"I'm Emma. I like to molest boys stuck in walls." She said bluntly, offering a hand to shake. "Would you like something to drink before I molest you to death?" The blonde laughed, scritching her neck. "I have a iced caramel latte with your name on it. Well, more my name but you can share because you need the energy to keep up with me."

Noticing the paniced, somewhat sick look on the poor guy's face, Emma tilted her head. "I'm just kidding, honey. I used to get stuck in doors when I teleported, and once I teleported naked into the canteen. I know how power misfires suck." She cooed sympatheticly, stroking the boy's shoulder. "Now really, drink up and kick your energy levels up." Motherly? Sort of. The skinny blonde was more just looking forward to taking a picture and showing Vincent later.

[Evan Brackett]

If he was at all able to, Evan would have jumped at the sound of the girl's voice. The realization that he wasn't alone after all made him cringe, but at least she didn't sound angry, like he would have expected her too. "Ah, ha. Yeah, if you don't mind." He struggled to tip his head backwards in an attempt to look at the face of his to-be rescuer, unintentionally causing himself to feel even sicker. The boy took a second to will his lunch to stay down before getting a good look at the blond that was standing over him. (And of course she was smoking. Why was it always the smokers that found him?)

And suddenly he cared a lot less about the fact that she was a smoker. "Wha? No! Ng, I, uh." he stuttered as his face turned a terribly dark shade of red. He wiggled futilely from his position on the floor, trying once again to break free from the wall. "I-i-it's not like that!" Not that his panicked plea was at all convincing, particularly when it was paired with his pathetic squirming. Evan didn't stop, however, until she stole his attention away by playing with his chin.

Then there was mention of molesting. "Gaaah! Please don't." He didn't want to be molested by anyone, let alone this random blond girl. The offered hand went ignored as Van tried again to pull his right arm free to no avail. "Um. No th--" he stopped short when he realized what she was saying was more than just an offer for a latte, and scowled. "Can't you just help me get out of here?"

Apparently not. And no amount of cooing or reassurances was ever going to clam him down after an introduction like that. There was nothing motherly about it. Not in his opinion, anyway. "Look, I don't want your latte. I just want to get out of this wall," he continued to protest. Again, he tried to push himself through the wall, and again he failed to do so. On the plus side, the movement was helping bring the feeling back to his body.

[Emma Cousins]

"Honey, relax. The more panicked you are the more stuck you're gonna get." Emma chided, clambering over the prone form of Evan and peering at his arm in the wall. "Hey, free upskirt peek!" She laughed, shoving her hands down to pull down her leather skirt. "They never write warnings on these things y'know? Like "May ride up and show panties" or "Warning, contains secret stripper qualities."" She laughed brightly, then gently gave Evan's arm a quick tug.

"Well, you ARE stuck." She reiterated, tapping her lip and then swigging the latte. After a few moments of quiet coffee sipping and contemplation, the blonde flipped out her phone, turned it to camera mode and shamelessly snapped a picture of Evan. "This is for Verax. He'll never believe me if I say we had a phantom pervert in the ladies." She admitted, wriggling her nose and then lying down to be next to Evan.

Why did all the exciting stuff happen when she was due to be leaving soon? It seemed ridiculous how much excitement had happened since she was doing her last tests and check ups. "I could teleport you out." Emma eventually growled out, looking over at Evan. "But I've never teleported someone else when they have a limb stuck in a wall. The wall could come with us, or maybe your arm'd get left behind. Either way it'd suck, so I think we'll wait it ou- say, you look kinda green, do you feel sick?" Sitting up and frowning, the blonde got up and grabbed her coat, disgarded in the toilet cubicle, and put it, balled up under the phaser's head.

"There. Now I can practice being nurse on you." She said brightly, grabbing a handful of toilet roll and running it under the tap, dabbing it over Evan's face. "We'll have you outta that wall in no time. Hopefully. Else you'll have to live in the girls loo's and that'd suck so bad. I mean I have no idea why but sometimes there's piss on the floor and tampons and urgh seriously you don't wanna be lying in here when Mariah Thorpe has a mini skirt on. She doesn't wear panties, and she doesn't well... wax. Or landscape."

[Evan Brackett]

Relax?! Evan was as close to relaxing as China was to the Atlantic Ocean. And it didn't help that Emma was flashing him--intentional or not--or that she seemed to take pleasure in it. He looked away, all the same, because if she didn't have any modesty, he at least did. "Why don't you wear something else, then?" he muttered under his breath, not finding nearly as much joy in her antics as she did.

Her statement of the obvious didn't put him in any better mood. No shit. He had another sudden nausea rush, so the brunette closed his eyes to collect himself again, only to be interrupted by the sound of a camera phone going off. "H-hey! No! You can't show that to anyone." Especially not Vincent Verax, who even Evan had heard of thanks to his numerous stupid endeavors. He couldn't even glare at the blond when she moved to lie next to him, but just stared at her with pleading eyes. "Please."

Teleportation sounded like a good plan, at least until she mentioned losing a limb (at this point, he was far less worried about destroying the wall). The thought made him even sicker than falling through the wall had, and apparently it was noticeable. "Yeah," he answered, watching with mild curiosity as she left him, only to return far more nurturing than before.

"Uh..." The girl's sudden change from paparazzi to nurse left Evan slightly confused, and he was almost able to relax. Of course, that didn't last long once Emma started rambling about all sorts of things he most definitely did not want to know about. "Uuuughgg, God," he winced, wishing he had a heavy dose of brain bleach. "No, no, no, no. I'm getting out of here." He began to struggle in panic, determined to pull himself out of the wall despite her earlier advice about relaxing.

[Emma Cousins]

"'Cause I like this skirt, dorkface." Emma replied scornfully, laughing at Evan's reaction. "You are just so precious." She squealed, pinching the poor stranded phaser's face and smushing it fondly.

The pleading eyes may have worked for a second, but then the image of Vincent's gloating face swam to the front of the blonde's mind and she pulled a face. "Sorry hon, it's self-preservation and all that. Someday you'll do the same." She admitted, finishing her latte with a disatisfied sigh, before staring at the wall Evan was currently stranded in. "So... your legs..." She began thoughtfully, brow arching as devious thoughts bubbled in her brain.

"Just stay there and try not to think of that horrible hairy vag and I'll go see if pushing you through might help." She added helpfully, jumping to her feet, grabbing her bag and walking round to where Evan's legs lay.

Emma smirked.

With a mischievous grin, the blonde sharply tugged at Evan's legs, accidentally-on-purpose pulling his pants down as she did so. "OH NO!" She called fakely, pretending to sound devastated. "Your pants are down! ... I knew you were a boxer man, this colour suits you." She commented loudly, wrinkling her nose and peering back round the door. "Did you come through a little?" Emma added brightly, her face full of terrible ideas, none of them particularly helpful to Evan.

"Oops, a little kid just saw your legs. She fainted."

[Vincent Verax]

It wasn't long after Vincent received the picture that heavy thudding footsteps could be heard rushing down the hall. The door said "Women" but it had never stopped him before. He plowed through the door without even thinking. (Think? Since when does Vincent think?) His head whipped around until he located the poor, vulnerable, upper half of Evan's body coming out of the wall. "DUUUUUDE!" The way he shouted, it was like he'd gotten exactly what he'd always wanted. Then again, this is Vincent, and seeing a kid stuck halfway through a wall is probably one of his greatest fantasies.

A manic and creepy sounding starting spilling out of Vincent's mouth, the devious glee in his eyes hard to miss... even from Evan's angle. "HOOKER!" He called delightedly when he heard Emma's voice coming through the wall, shifting his weight excitedly from foot to foot. "Bitch, how'd you do that?!" Personal space? Evan can kiss his goodbye.

There was a thud and a skid and within a few seconds, Vincent was on his knees only inches from Evan's head, his hands braced against the floor as he looked down at Evan, his entire face split into an enormous grin. "Hey, dude. Hooker hasn't raped y'yet, has she? Or s'that what she's doin' on th'other side 'f that wall?" He smirked. "You dog!" Vincent never seems to realize that not everyone shares his (very skewed) worldview. "I unno how y'did this, but maan... y'like.. almos' got like... th'best vantage point ever!"

No one that knows Vincent would think he's above spying in the girl's bathrooms, but to be so excited about it is truly shameful. "But... y'don' look so good. Hold on." He pounded on the wall with his fist to get Emma's attention. "Stop molestin' him, hooker! He's gunna BARF!" Even the idea of Evan vomitting couldn't tame the sadistic sort of glee that this entire situation was bringing Vincent.

[Evan Brackett]

She considered this self-preservation. Evan's pleading eyes became a scowl, as he made a mental note to snatch her phone and delete the photo as soon as he was able. That didn't make any sense to him at all, and it wasn't fair that she was doing this at his own expense. If anything, her words of wisdom were going to deter him from humiliating anyone in the same way. It was wrong. He certainly wasn't enjoying it, and the devious look on her face was absolutely terrifying.

He winced, trying his best to ignore her more vulgar comments. He figured he was better off just agreeing with her at this point. "Yeah, okay. Just hurry, please. I wanna get out of here." The boy stopped flailing so he wouldn't accidentally kick Emma in the face. If only he knew what was going on in that blonde head of hers.

It was only moments later that he felt his pants around his ankles. "HEY! No! You did that on purpose," he yelled through the wall. Well, yeah. No duh. "Why would you do that?!" Really, he shouldn't have been so surprised considering the girl's actions up to this point. Evan couldn't see how this day could get any worse. Of course, he didn't realize that Emma had already sent the picture until he heard the running footsteps.

Okay, he took that back. Things were about to get substantially worse.

Another person burst through the door. "Emma! Emma, help me!" he whined hoping she's suddenly have a change of heart and pull him out of the wall, but it was too late. The one and only Vincent Verax was in his face. Great. Evan glared at the goth defiantly as he made all kinds of annoying noises. "Stop that, I'm not on exhibit!" He growled up at his newest visitor. If was difficult to follow Vincent's words normally, it was impossible for Evan to do in his current condition. Were those even words coming out of the other boy's mouth? Evan had no idea. He did pick up on key things like hooker, rape, and barf, however, none of which he wanted anything to do with. "Just go away," he whimpered in response.

[Emma Cousins]

How was Emma to know that Vincent would spawn out of the darkness shortly after sending the picture?

Well, she should have, seeing as the pair of them have been best friends since they started at Hammel.

Still grinning madly at the fact she had now exposed Evan to all and sundry walking down the corridor, the wicked blonde span back into the bathroom with deviousness written all over her expression. "Evan." She said sternly, putting her hands on her hips. "I'd do no such thing, I was simply being a good samarit- Verax, get your ugly mug out of his face." Clonking the grinning goth over the back of the head, she crouched down and peered curiously at the wall.

"You haven't budged an inch, hon." She added, sighing in disgust and tugging Vincent out the door. "Verax, tug on his legs while I push on his head and maybe we'll get somewhere. And don't grope on his ass, I know you." Emma wrinkled her nose, then burst into a somewhat devilish grin, and wheeled back round to Evan's head. "Alright. We're gonna try pushing you and pulling you at the same time, so's maybe you'll whoosh out. Like the wall has just given birth to you."

Somewhere in Emma's head, she knew poor Evan probably wanted to die, but it could have been much worse. After all, Mariah could have come in and given the poor boy the biggest nightmares of his life. What an earth did that girl do to her pubes anyway? "OKAY. Ready, set, PULL!" She shouted through the wall to Vincent, shoving Evan full force as hard as she could towards the wall.

"Psht." Emma added in a whisper. "If Verax starts groping up on you, just tell me. I'll punt him into a wall."

Reassuring.

[Elin Nyström]

Elin looked down at her hands; they felt disgusting. It had only been thirty minutes since she had washed them last. She noticed the door to the girl’s restroom a little ways down the hall and took a few steps towards it. She stopped walking when she heard voices coming from inside the “toalett.” Unsure if she wanted to avoid people or get her hands clean.

Her hands won.

The next thought that crossed her mind was whether she should open the door and be noticed or use her ability and possibly be noticed even more. Elin decided to not draw more attention to her. The headaches aren’t worth it, she thought to herself. Her feet led her the few more steps to the door, hesitating before she turned the knob. The door opened and she stepped inside.

The first thing she noticed was the blonde girl crouching under a sink; she appeared to be talking to herself. Then she noticed the upper body of a boy protruding form the wall. He looked ill. She wondered if things like this happened at Hammel often. She knew they did at Kocher, since it was usually her getting stuck in walls and doors.

Her hands began to itch. They needed to be washed.

She went to the sink a few down from the boy in the wall. Soap lathered her hands and warm water rinsed it away. She dried her hands, looking down at them.

Clean.