In a tower room (not Principal Connor's)

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory Paris shoves open a door after walking up seemingly thousands of stairs. She had already nearly slapped Logan Aaron on a couple occasions, but had decided it wasn't worth her energy. They were on a mission.

The room is small, and dusty, and Paris immediately positions herself in front of the window, peering through a pair of binoculars.

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[chasingangela]

Angela has followed Rory upstairs, along with Marty and Rose. She keeps nervously fingerng the gun Marty had given her as she looks around the tower room.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory kneels next to Logan, looking like she's going to start crying again. She sets her own gun down next to her and looks up at the others.

"He's not bleeding or anything, and he's breathing, but I definitely think we need to get him to the clinic."

[aroseintime.livejournal.com]

"That's probably not a bad idea."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty checks his pulse and rubs his knuckles on Logan's chest. Logan moans.

"He'll be fine. He didn't break anything did he?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"I don't think so. As far as I know, his only injury is on the back of his head. And I know I didn't hit him that hard. Paris has good control over her muscles. He should probably just be out for a few hours."

[chasingangela]

"I think you're right." Angela gently fingers the goose egg on Logan's head. "You -- or, um, Paris-you -- really knew how to swing that thing, huh?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Paris is very...volatile," Rory says, hesitantly. "And I apparently am really good at just...clocking people."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Let's get him to the clinic.

{OOC: I've got a post ready to go. You want me to open it up there?}

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Go for it!]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Go HERE (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/15914.html)

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty follows keeping an eye out for anything... well undead.

"I'm still a little confused. What happened to Logan?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Um. I hit him with the barrel of my gun?" Rory says hesitantly. "We both thought we were other people - it was that food, from the fundraiser. Some of it was drugged, and it made us think we were people we don't like. So I thought I was my friend Paris, and Logan was...I guess his dad? And he hit on me - except I was Paris, who doesn't know that Logan's my...well, that he's allowed...and so I clocked him," she says, a shrill tone sneaking into her voice.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty gives Rory a reassuring smile.

"Rory if that's the freakiest thing you've done since you got here, you've got miles to go before you reach the rest of us. He's going to be okay."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory manages a wavery smile. "You sure?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"In the past week I thought I was Principal Connor, got a chicken for a pet and had my girlfriend shoot me right before I asked her to homecoming. That doesn't include running through town fighting Zombies. I won't even TELL you about last week."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Only one of these statements registers as a surprise to Rory.

"Angela's your girlfriend? It's like, official?" she whispers happily.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty smiles.

"Could change at any moment... but I'm pretty sure it is."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Yay!" she says, cracking a real smile for the first time in hours.