(Open) If it ain't broke

[crystal]

Crystal sighed and ran a hand through her strawberry hair. She didn't quite know how she had been roped into teaching a bunch of supernatural kids about first aid but here she was with a trauma kit on the teachers desk behind her. She had taught her fair share of first aid seminars outside the elementals little safehaven where being struck by lightning was something to truly be wary of. So instead of the usual first aid kit she kept a trauma kit it had everything from burn lotion to a splint to be used for any break. In theory it was completely stalked for any kind of injury but really it all depended on who was behind the kit itself, she just hoped she could impart that to her students, or rather whoever she had "requested" come to this seminar.

Crystal kinda guessed that not many extra students would show up, maybe one or two who wanted to be doctors, but that was all she really expected. She remembered what it was like to be a student here, it was like nothing really mattered unless she was part of it, she never even cared what tomorrow brought only as long as she was a part of the fun. Of course that thinking had passed away with the more innocent times of her life. Now she just wanted to help put a bandaid on the many troubles that occurred in these halls, or classroom as the case may be.

She was tired but she didn’t want to let anyone else know that she had spent all night preparing for this seminar, and after one long sleepless night she had chosen to go over sprains burns and proper protocol for lightning strikes attacks and CPR, because every teenager wants an excuse to give the kiss of life to their crushes. She wasn’t old enough to forget what that was like, she was only… ok she was getting kind of old. She hadn’t grown up with texting or e-mail and though she used both kinds of communication and knew how each worked but she just didn’t want to post to the world what she was eating for breakfast. If anyone was that enraptured with another student, they needed a session on her couch in her opinion anyways.

Her PDA beeped at her side signaling that there were five minutes until she was set to start her newest form of torture: teaching students how not to die. Of course she couldn’t get the reminder to stop beeping so she just kept hitting buttons until the alarm turned off ”Oh would you shut up already?” she grumbled at the PDA she wasn’t crazy: just talking to inanimate objects. Damn she was nervous about this.

She had seen people take a class like this and want to cut someone open just to learn how to put them back together. She was not looking forward to telling students not to kill each other. Most people in general take that badly. Rationally she knew she could get through this, she had given this seminar before more then once, but she was still nervous about what could go wrong. Who knew what these kids were capable of when the time came.

[florence]

Overall, today had been a pleasant if unbearably boring day. Florence left the common room to the masses that were currently hurrying to do whatever assignments they had procrastinated on. Honestly, the real downside to doing her work on time was that she didn't get to experience the sudden rush of adrenaline everyone else got from sweating through homework like they were. Well, actually, that didn't sound so great. Suddenly, she felt a perk in her step from the relief of not having to go through that madness.

Florence patted away some imaginary dust off of her jeans and seemed to be doing the same with her shirt until she finally pushed away some of her hair that fell in front of her eyes. She was actually on her way to some seminar now. Wandering around, Florence had spotted some flier for a first aid class and decided to go along since she didn't have anything else to do. She was normally fine with being by herself but perhaps it was curiosity. She kind of wanted to see what this was about.

Florence hadn't heard about the class before she spotted the flier but she figured that the seminar was probably geared towards the older students at the Academy. When she first arrived here, it was a little surprising to see how injuries was seen as a inevitability instead of something everyone should actively try to prevent. Granted, they were in a place that taught them how to control elements at a frightening level. Florence felt a slight thrill at the thought. Whenever she wondered why she was here, all she had to do is remember that all of this was new, fun, and amazing. And dangerous. She really shouldn't forget that.

Turning into the next hall, Florence spotted the classroom and headed towards it, slowing down as she approached it. Now that she was here, she was starting to feel a little anxious. This was supposed to be a first aid class right? What exactly does that mean? Was it just listening to a speaker with note taking on the side or was she going to have to actively participate in whatever shenanigans the instructor comes up with? Florence's mind was suddenly racing with thoughts of bandaging someone up, which wasn't that bad, to giving someone CPR, which really was a nightmare. No exaggeration.

None of these thoughts were preventing her feet from leading her through the door. Well, now it was too late; she was already here. Whatever horrible thoughtless decision this was... No, let's be positive. For now. Florence gave a slight wave and greeted the instructor, Crystal, "Hello.

[/b]" Which probably sounded more like an 'ello to the untrained ear. Well, mostly her own.

She recognized the woman as the guidance consoler but Florence couldn't remember ever having a one on one with her. It was probably for the best, honestly. She'd probably be deported after a session; never to return. The thought made her lips twinge into a smile as she took a seat close to the door. "So... what are we going to go over?[/b]" Florence asked, her sneaky attempt to figure out what they were going to do and how soon she think of making an early exit.
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