The Gymnasium is without a doubt the Jocks homeground. It's a large place, giving them room to run around in. It holds bags of balls, weights and even a few bats here and there. It is nothing to the storage room however, the padlocked room where they keep the sporting goods. In there you can find everything from starter guns to javelins.
Rika dropped out of a vent on the ceiling and luckily grabbed onto one of the basketball hoops. She was very high up and sat on the rim, pondering on how she was to get down from this predicament.
Clover entered the gym second period as always. Usually she was the only one in there at the time. She wore usual tennis shoes, jogging pants, and a sports bra, her blond hair in a pony tail. She dropped her gym bag on the low part of the bleechers and turned to the mats but stopped when she saw Rika. She just stood there a minute, looking at the girl, sighed for the second time that day and went to the store room to get the ladder. She brought it over to the basket, set it up, then looked up at Rika as if to say 'I'll spot you, come on'.
Deciding to stray away from the usual day to day schedule,
Aleksandr went into the gym with all intention of doing laps around the large room, shooting some hoops and going to the weight room after. When he noticed the two females, one handing from the rim of the basketball hoop and the other holding a ladder, he simply could not help but laugh. "What are you two doing?" He asked in that enticing voice of his, his Russian accent lightly caressing his words as he spoke them.
Clover's head turned to look at Aleksandr, but she didn't let go of the ladder. "I came in and she was up there," she said, looking back up at Rika. "I'm trying to get her down. I feel like a fireman with a cat in a tree." She frowned.
"I see. Well, do you need any help with that? I mean, I can't very well run laps if that ladder is in the way." The Russian male said, flicking his wrist a bit as he made his way over to Clover and the ladder, whistling a bit to himself.
A voice rang out over the speakers, the voice was human but warped beyond recognition "H-hello? Can everyone come to.. uhh.. umm... the main entrance hall please?"
Rika grinned sheepishly at the girl who was assisting her, "Acts such as this that follows is very thankful to your deeds." she said, as if it made sense. She popped her butt out of the hoop and stepped down the latter. Once down, she looked up from where the voice came. "Kid voices tell such things that we should act upon, should this one tread?" Rika then noticed that she hadn't met Clover or Alexander yet. She saluted and said, "This one is Rika."
"Yes, we should follow what was said... And nice to meet you, Rika. My name is
Aleksandr Volstov." He grabbed her hand softly, lacing his fingers through her, and brought her knuckles up to his mouth. He laid a gently kiss to her skin and let go of her hand, letting it fall back down to her side.
Any typical girl would blush from such an act, but obviously
Rika had a few screws loose. "This one contently pleased in the encounter of yourself." she smiled and grabbed his hand as well. Since he was so open, Rika figured that she would be too. Before he could do anything, she glided her soft, wet tongue over his knuckles.
Aleksandr could not help but laugh at her gesture, wiggling his fingers in her hand. He placed a hand on her head and pushed her head back a bit so that she was not licking his knuckles any longer. "I am pleased to meet you, as well, Rika. Alright, well, come on ladies.. We should head to the main hallway, hm?"
Rika looked up at the vent opening that she had fallen from and rolled her eyes. She should have known that the stupid thing would break through. Pulling from lint out of her hair from the vent tunnels, she nodded in agreement, "This one ponders things relating to such, as to why a parental adult doth not voice on the streamline. The heard voice proclaimed sounded like much of that to the small, insecure boy from times past. Such possible yet...." she said to herself, thinking. Rika took off her headphones and let them hang loosely on her neck.
Clover returned from putting the ladder away and could only look at Rika oddly for the way she spoke. Shaking it off, she nodded. "Yes, we should go see what is going on, though I doubt it's anything of consequence to us," she said and retrieved her gym bag and put it on her shoulder. "Come on then, best go make sure no one's died."
"Well, Miss. Rika, we should get going. Even if it may not concern us it most likely is rather important to have to gather us all like this."
Aleksandr pointed out, wiping his knuckles on his shirt from where she had licked him. He mumbled something to himself about 'not being able to run his laps' and 'lifting weights', but that was all that could actually be caught.
Rika nodded and headed with the group to the entrance hall. On their way, she pulled out her red notebook and jotted a few things down about the people she had just encountered.
Jonah, on his detour through the gym, found a bat, which he believed to be good enough for the time being, and lay it over his shoulders, his wrists on either side, hands dangling. He continued his way to the clock tower.
Rika came in with Alek, who was following Kitten and Clover. She took off her rain jacket and wrapped it around her hips.
Kitten follwed Rika in and went into the locker room, cnag grabbed her gym clothes which she figured would be easier to move in. SHe changed into a pair of tight black sweat pants, ones that the cheerleaders wore, and she slipped off her heavy overing shirt to reveal a black halter. She kept on her gloves, but she changed into some sneaker, revealing her true height of only 5' 1". She walked back outside to the gym, and slid down against a wall.
"Alright
wenig ein, lets get the net set up. Clover, you just get ready to lose, babe."
Akeksandr flicked his wrist a bit and smiled before walked over to the bleachers and removing his shirts. He placed the under armor and the black top shirt onto the bleachers and headed back into the supply closet to grab a net and a ball.
Rika followed Alek with her hands behind her back. She wasn't all too sure about how all of this physical activity would work. Of course she was agile and flexible(from crawling and stretching all over in the vents and who knows where), but how would her body respond to a little team sporting? She noticed the ball first and grabbed it. She walked back out of the closet and brought it up to her face, giving it a deep sniff. Her face cringed and she held it out.
"Oh my goodness." He snickered and grabbed the folded up net, walking out with it over his shoulder and stopping behind Rika for a moment. "You know... I wouldn't sniff that.." He smiled and laid the net over her shoulder before walking back into the supplies closet to grab a metal beam for the net. He grabbed it and walked back out, laying it over his shoulders as if he weighed nothing. "Okay, it's your guys call. Right side of the gym, or left side."
Kitten shrugged her bare shoulders, "Doesn't matter, but you might want to put them close to the locker rooms, just in case. Oh, and russia boy, we're not going to lose." Kitten smiled slightly. She walked over to Rika and helped pick up the net to set it up.
Clover dropped her bag on the bleechers near Aleksandr's shirts and tried to pull away from her worried thoughts. Those things hadn't been human and she wasn't all that sure what they would do to anyone they caught up with. Was it just a prank? It was too well organized for that. Shaking it from her thoughts, she smiled and helped the other girls set up the net as Alek handled the poles to hook it too. "We'll take right court, so you can stay close to the locker room in case you get hurt." She smirked at Alek and laughed, showing there was really no malice in her words.
"It's for the best I suppose. I am quite fragile, after all."
Aleksandr joked, connecting the pole and the net quickly. He let out a yawn into the air as he watched the women finish setting up the net. He hummed to himself and made his way over to the right of the playing field, placing himself nearest the entry doors lest those things really did break in and went after the first person they saw. He shook his head and ran his fingers throgh his hair, dismissing the thought quickly. "You can serve first, ladies."
Kitten finished hooking up the net, and took the volleyball from Rika with a smile. She walked over to her and Clover's side of the net, and served the volleyball, hitting it nice and high into the air over the net.
Rika's eyes had been staring at the large vents on the ceiling, pondering to herself. She suddenly made a loud "OOF-!" noise as the ball hit her in the gut. Rika grabbed her stomach and glared a look of death at Kitten. Taking a breath, she leaned down and picked up the ball, gripping it firmly.
"Are you okay,
wenig ein?" Stifling a laugh,
Aleksandr walked over to Rika and placed his hand on the ball. "It was an accident... Don't take it out on the ball. Pass it back, it's their serve again."
Rika dropped the ball and kicked it firmly towards Kitten. When they looked back to her, she had a tennis racket in her hands. Everyone knew that she had a bunch of crap in that jacket of hers....but DAMN! Her legs were bent and she was ready for action.
I have a feeling this is gonna get really bad... Aleksandr pat Rika's head gently before turning and walking back to his spot. "Okay, that works. Never set any rules, so can't tell her to put the tennis racket away." He muttered, looking over at Clover and Kitten. "Serve it."
"Sorry, thought you were looking.."
Kitten grunted as the ball hit her in the chest. She held up the ball again and threw it up, hitting it up high toward Aleksandr.
the Russian looked over at Rika for a moment befor swattign the ball over to her. "I wanna see this little tactic of volleyball against tennis racket." He chuckled out.
Rika squinted and ran forward. She jumped up and spiked the ball with her racket to the other side. "AHH!!" she grunted. It aimed down and moved very fast.
Kitten smirked and slid down on her knees below the ball and hit it back up and she stood up, spiked it back down onto their side of the net. The ball headed toward the floor fast.
"
Wenig ein!"
Aleksandr called, slinding down onto his knees and bumping the ball up so that Rika could get it over.
Rika did the same thing, this time aiming behind Kitten.
Kitten's eyes widened and she ran backwards, she bumped the ball up and again spiked to toward the ground, this time just behind both Rika and Alek, but inside the lines.
Rika smiled as she saw that it was a mere bump. She hopped a little and kicked it over the net once more.
"No rules huh?"
Kitten smirked. She kicked up the ball and hit it with her head up and over the net.
"Bore-"
Rika said, moving over fort Alek to get it.
Something dark, something darkened and slightly green, was shuffling towards the group out of the darkness of the hall. Either the zoms were getting smarter and had learned to open doors or someone had forgotten to close the door.
Aleksandr turned around when he heard the shuffling of feet in the gym and almost gasped when he saw it. "Rika, Clover, Kitten. You three get into the locker room." He said sternly, looking back at them for a moment.
Judging by the large splinter of wood poking through the shuffling decaying kid the door had broken. It was a guy, or atleast used to be. The shuffling zombie looked as if he had been a 17 year old kid, maybe from the school itself. He had mottled green skin, one eye was bulging out the socket and the other one gazed unseeingly at Aleksandr, a strange liquid trailing after him as he half limped in.
Rika took a few steps back, unbelieveing that they wee actual zombies. Ignoring Alek's comment, she looked around and grabbed the volleyball. "AHH!" she grunted and kicked the ball at full speed to the man.
The zombie let out a loud groan, stumbling as the volleyball smashed the wood splint was driven all the way threw him. He got up and started walking again, though he was much slower now.
"That thing isn't going to stop..no matter what you do!" Kitten half shouted to Rika. She stood at the entrance to the girls' locker room.
"Let's go!"
Clover shouted and grabbed Rika's arm, dragging her to the locker room. "Come on Alek!" There was no point in fighting if the kid could get up like that. He looked dead, and how do you kill a dead person? She darted into the locker room after letting go of Rika to get the good sized vent cover off so they could all get out.
The zombie took a gargling sniff, then out of reflex sneezed and spread something bad smelling over the floor. He turned his head to Alek, the only one not moving, and began to stumble towards him. The zombie opened it's mouth slowly and let out a loud moan, saliva and blood hanging from it's chin.
Aleksandr stepped forward, clearing the distance between them, and punched the zombie square int he jaw, quickly grabbing his shoulder and bringing his knee full force into his side and sending him to the ground. He gagged a bit when he saw some of the slime on his hand, quickly wiping it onto his pants and looking back at the lockeroom. "You tell me when you guys are out of danger! I'll join you shortly!" He called into them.
The zombie's skull crumbled like merangue, splattering Alek's hand with liquids and chunks of flesh not best described. There was a ratteling groan from his lungs before he was sent flying sideways and slid across the floor, leaving a slippery trail like some massive slug.
Kitten looked from Alek to the zombie and ran back inside the locker room. She hurriedly opened her gym locker and pulled out a long sword, "Wonder they didn't take it yet.." she muttered as she ran back out to the gym. She ran and threw the sword, pinning the zombie where it was. She took Alek's other hand that wasn't covered in strange fluids and pulled him to the locker room, "That won't hold him for long. Let's go..now!"
Snatching his arm back from Kitten and pushing her into the locker room before him,
Aleksandr looked at her with a frown creasing his features. "Just get going. You're right, it won't hold him forever and I'm not gonna take the chance of him getting you three. I can barracade the doors with a bit until I get into the vents behind you guys, now go. Honestly, women and their worrying, never thinking men actually have things thought out and..." He continued this little rant to himself as he hurried back away from the locker rooms and far as he could but still keeping his distance from the zombie. He muttered under his breath and pushed his clean hand through his hair.
"Well this may sound stupid to a 'man'..but I was gonna blockade the locker room doors so we slow him down and escape, that is what I was going to do.."
kitten replied, walking after him.
The one zombie pinned to the floor and bleeding a strange curdled green liquid was out of it except for one twitching hand. One down, but from the shuffling, dripping and moaning from down in the hall there were many coming.
"Kitten, think about it. If we were all in there trying to get into the vent and the door was brooken trhrough how much time would that leave me after knocking him down and trying to get into the vents myself, hm? I'm thinking of you women first, you're simply thinking of getting everyone out of harms way if only for a moment. Look, I could care less what happens to me so long as I know I actually helped you guys out, understood?"
Aleksandr turned his gaze to the doors of the gymnasium, muttering out a string of curses in his own tongue under his breath when he saw the shadows on the wall. "Could you just go? Geez, even though I don't care what happens to me I would still like to see another birthday!"
Rika looked into the vent that one of the other girls had chosen. She shook her head and went to another on the opposite side of the wall. It was about half in size and turned 90 degrees straight up for a while. She knew the vents and was surprised that no one asked her about her opinion.
"I can take care of myself, you go, they're going to need your help more than I will,"
Kitten snapped back to Alek. "And if you want to see another birthday just go, i don't care what happens to me, it's not like anyone would, so I'll jsut slow these things down, so go. Help Rika and Clover." Kitten walked over to the nets and picked up her shorter sword.
"Stubborn wench." He grumbled out, running to the gym doors and pulling them close and securing them. "I will use force on you, woman."
Aleksandr stated, scowling at her threateningly.
"That's right I'm stubborn. And you don't scare me.."
Kitten growled back. She wasn't one to back down. She gripped the sword better and her eyes trailed back to the door windows watching for the other zombies.
Still being ignored and now somewhat pissed off at how immature her friends were acting,
Rika walked over to Alek. Standing on her tippy toes, she gave him a kiss on the upper cheek. "I fear for foolishness of you both. This one cares not for hero's." She hoped Alek and Kitten would listen to reason. She went over to a vent that she had chosen and barred it open. Since it went straight up for a little while, a zombie wouldn't have the intelligence to climb it.
The zombies emerged into the light, not just one but an entire crowd of the shambling grey/green dead people. They were all around the same age, they were all students. A few stumbled from the trail they were leaving behind them. There was no chance to fight all of the zombies off, it was time to run.
Aleksandr watched Rika for a moment, suddenly forgetting about the zombies, but only for a moment.
Who's trying to be a hero? Not me. Pft. I was just trying to get them out of harm's way, but now that plan went terribly wrong because this stubborn fool. He hissed in his mind, glaring at Kitten. He shook his head and turned his head back to the danger of this situation, grumbling a few things to himself. "Alright Kitten, you wanna stay out here and fight these.... things, be my guest. See you in the afterlife, woman." He made his way to the locker room and shut the doors, placing his foot against the bottom of the door and holding it shut easily in an attempt to keep everything out so that Rika and Clover could climb into the vents and out of danger.
Rika grabbed one of the benches that was in the locker room and pushed it towards the door. She hoped that Alek would get the hint to assist her, being a jock and all. If they could properly prop it up against the door, it might buy them some time.
"I've got this, you get up into the vents, alright?" He asked with a small smile, grabbing the bench.
"This one shant forgive if thyne word is false."
Rika advised and headed back to her chosen vent. She squirmed into it and layed her hands flat against the walls and used her feet to move. She shimmied up until it turned. Rika crawled into the ledge, "Hayakushite!" she shouted.
Kitten looked up at the ceiling after seeing the zombies and hurried into the locker room through another door, and barracked it heavily with benches. She climbed on top of the lockers and climbed into a vent that she could reach and climbed into it. SHe looked back at Alek, "You all set?"
Rika waited at the top of the vent for anyone else.
Moving away from the door and climbing up the lockers,
Aleksandr climbed into the vent that Rika was in. He placed his hand on Rika's foot to reassure her that he was there. "Come on, let's get going."
Kitten rolled her eyes sighing, and turned and closed the vent over the opening and crawled around the sharp turn in her gym pants and her boots. "This would be easier in my other clothes," She muttered and crawled through a vent, not really knowing where she was going, but kept going as long as it was away from those zombie things.
Rika wasn't sure why the hell Kitten when in the other vent, but she ignored it. She led Alek into the
HH Enginering room
Rika and Alek ran into the gym. There were two stray zombies near the basketball hoop. When the two entered, they immediately turned and headed for them. "Old getting yes."
"Yeah. Gotten used to it already, shame."
Aleksandr shrugged a bit. "And here I am without my chain." He pulled the jeans he had grabbed form his locker tightly against the back of his neck, sighing slightly to himself. "Which one do you want? Left or right?"
"Left."
Rika said. "This one wanted always to face kick person."
"Go for it." He nodded before cloing the distance between him the zombie closest to the hoop, releasing his pant legs and grabbing the zombie by it's rotting shirt, which proved tobe a mistake as he was cut open by it's insistent clawing at his arm. He grit his teeth through the pain and tore the shirt from it's body, easily circling it and bringing the cltohing around his neck and tightening it as if he were chiking someone to death.
Chains are so much more effective than fabric.. Aleksandr though tto himself as he felt the kin giving way and the shirt tearing through it's neck.
Rika ran at the other and planted her feet right on it's face. When it was on the floor, she sliced its chest cavity open with a screwdriver in one motion. "You ok?"
"Aye, nothing badages and some water will not fix. Aw, would you look at that? Someone killed a zombie on my shirts! that is not cool." He dropped the zombie's shirt and head to the ground and walked over to Rika, nudging her shoulder as he walked past her. "Go rinse off, I'll make sure no zombies come to get you."
"Kay."
Rika ran into the girls locker room and took a shower with her clothes on. After a few minuets, she came out, completely soaked. "Better yes?"
"Now you're going to have to dry your clothes. Come on, they have extra cheeleader uniforms in the locker rooms." He lead her into the locker room and into the female gym couch's office and began to ruimmage around, finally moving to the large cabinet and pulling out a pair of pants and a half shirt. "Here, go change into this."
Rika looked at him oddly for a second and took her yellow jacket off and set it on a bench. She grabbed the bottom her the wet shirt and started to pull it up in front of him.
Aleksandr blushed and quickly turned away, grumbling something to himself before pointing to a a row of changing stalls. "In the stalls, little one.."
Rika looked over, "Oh-" she grabbed the sweatpants and the shirt and went into a stall. No less had she gone in, she came out with the clothes on, her midsection very exposed. Rika shook off her yellow jacket and put it on her. It expelled water so it was fine now.
"You're a very open person, aren't you? Anyways, I'kk be back in a minute."
Aleksandr walked into the office once more and began to search around for a small file that he knew was in here, it had been taken from him and into her office. When he found it in a drawer he pulled it out and shook around the remains of his herb, which his couch had mistaken for weed. he laughed to himself and dumped the dried out herb onto the ground and blew the dust out of it before dragging the lip of the small container under some of the zombie's juices on his chest and closed the lid. "I'll have to examine this later, maybe Stefan will help. Hey, Rika. Could you hold this for me while I take a shower?" He asked walking out of the office and holding the container out to her.
"Yessir!"
Rika said in one breath. She smiled widely, her white teeth beaming at him. When he turned and walked towards the showers, she followed like a duckling. She was almost like a child at times, not knowing the common ways of the world.
Aleksandr removed his jeans, kicking them to the side of the showers and began to remove his briefs. He stopped when he saw Rika, quickly reacting by placing his hando n her forehead and backing her out of the cubicals. "Little one, you're not gonna see me naked, we've only just met, I would feel like a whore." he joked, smiling slightly.
Rika bit her lip and made a slightly dopey face. She sat indian-style on the tiles a few feet back from the shower. Her eyes were bright and fluttery. Rika was ready to watch his silhouette through the thin plastic sheet between him and her.
He shut the water off a few minutes later and dried off with one of the towel on the rack that some girl had left behind more than likely. After he was dried he pulled his briefs and clean pair of jeans on and walked out of the cubical, shocked to see that Rika was staring. This caused
Aleksandr to blush. "Ah... We should head to the science room to examine that stuff." He mumbled.
Rika jumped up and handed him the container. "Your pretty. Let's test peanut butter cubicals now, yes?"
"You're completely infatuated with me, aren't you?"
Aleksandr laughed slightly and eyed the slimey blood looking gunk in the glass vial. "Come on, let's get to the science room, with any luck our smart, steryotypical friend will be there, hm?"
"You know you like it-"
Rika repeated from earlier when they kissed. She itched her boob a bit from under her shirt. "Lead ze vay, zir-"
"Come on then." He grabbed the mask and an herb from his pocket, to which he took out of his other pair of pants, and put the herb in the mask. He pulled the mask over his face, it only covering his nose and his mouth, and walked off to the door. He walked out, holding the door for her as he looked around.
"Nani?"
Rika asked, following, "What that is in mask, ne?"
"Weed." An inside joke. "No, it's a medicinal herb for my lungs. I have a horrid pair of lungs that limit me on some things, and that blood I was coughing up came form my lungs, not from my throat or stomach like most blood people cough up. I need this herb so that it does not escilate."
"Oh no-"
Rika grabbed him from going any further. "Strain yourself don't, please? If you die...I will kill you."
"Rika, I've been playing sports since I was five, I always push myself to my limits, sometimes over them. IStuff like this, all this fighting and running around, this is no problem for me, honest. And, you can't kill me if I'm already dead." He pointed. "Anyways, I need some wrap for my arm so that those zombies can't smell where we are, we have to get to the science lab."
"Ok, love....let's go."
Rika said, rushing him to the
hh science room
The power vanished, the lights flickered and faded into darkness. Now the only thing lighting the way was the moonlight, and the faint glow of the zombies eyes.
Aleksandr and Rika walked into the gymnasium. The male looked around to make sure there were no zombies, and to his reluctance there were none. "Come on Rika." He muttered.
Rika kept in toe with Alek. There was still flesh and blood on the floor from the outbreak earlier. "Where stay we are this place?"
"We can stay in the basement, we can lock the doors. It will be ompossible for the zombies to get in because the doors are made of solid steel."
Aleksandr said as they crossed the floor of the gym and walked into the locker room.
"Should tell other people or they will maybe find themselves sleep area?"
Rika asked, walking next to him now. She hopped over the dead zombie bodies that they had killed when they came into the locker room. "This one been never there, lead way please?"
"You do want to take a shower, right? Come on, right this way."
Aleksandr grabbed her small hand, lacing his fingers thorugh hers and leading her into the showers.
"Right."
Rika walked towards one of the stalls and lifted her shirt a little. Remembering that he didn't like it before, she stopped and went into the stall and shut the curtain. All he could see was her silhouette undressing. Rika casually tossed the clothes over the curtain and onto the floor. She turned the water on.
Aleksandr let out a quiet yawn and sat down on the ground, crossing his legs and placing the rifle on the floor before him. He examined the gun, running his fingers over a few details of it, and frowned a bit.
Who would keep a rifle in this school? I can understand a hand gun, but not this. He thought to himself.
When she was done,
Rika dried herself with the clothes she had tossed out the curtain and had gotten dressed quickly, "Sleep soon to come, yes?"
"I'm gonna head to the pool, wanna come?" He asked softly, standing himself up and brushing off his pants.
"Pool in this school? I hadn't known this."
Rika tilted her head a little, walking closer. "I wanna come please!" she leaned over and hugged his hips.
"Should be."
Aleksandr said with a suttle shrug. He placed his hands on her arms and moved them form his body. "I don't care. If there is one."
Rika stood straight with her arms at her side, "Your a pretty man." she said randomly. Her pinky finger went into her ear and moved around. Rika pulled it out and sucked on it with a twisted face.
Stumble!