Fandom Hatchetfield Roleplay {clementinn & MossforRoss 1x1}

[clementinn]

She didn't need to be told twice. The moment she noticed what Jeremy was referring to, she swerved hard to get to the door. She, too, didn't seem to care in the moment that it could have been a trick, they just needed to get somewhere safe where they could plan and call for help.

 

[MossforRoss]

As soon as the two of them were inside, Jeremy shut and locked the door, shoving his entire body against it (not that his bodymass was anything impressive), meaning he could feel it in his entire body when a person on the other side began banging on the door, trying to shove it open. Having yet to process who the rest of the people inside of the room was, he bolted for one of the desks.
"We need to barricade it!!" He began pushing the desk, making an awful sound against the floor that he didn't even have time to wince at right now.

 

[clementinn]

She stayed at the door while Jeremy retrieved a desk, pressing her back to it and fumbling with the lock to try and give them some semblance of security. Every time the person on the other side slammed on it, it was enough to shake her.

"This is fine-" She said, mostly in a desperate attempt to calm herself down. Her voice had gone all shaky and high-pitched. "We're fine! W-we've had intruder drills before, this is just like that! We're fine!"

 

[MossforRoss]

It certainly was not fine. Not in any possible way. But Jeremy figured he didn't have to be the one to break the news to her.
He barely registered someone helping him with the table, only that it was moving a lot easier now.
"Move, Joy!" There was a panicked edge to his voice as he shoved the desk in her direction.

 

[clementinn]

She dodged out of the way when he yelled at her, barely able to keep herself standing. She'd lied about sleeping well the night before at the start of the day, they both knew that. On any normal day, she'd been able to handle running on fumes like she normally did, but in a moment like this, the weight of her exhaustion was taking its toll, and it was not cheap.

"I-it's fine!" She kept repeating. "We aren't alone, we're- um- hi-"

 

[MossforRoss]

With the desk situated firmly against the door, Jeremy felt sort of sure that they were safe for the moment. He exhaled heavily, heart still jackrabbiting in his chest as he sank against the desk, feeling the cool surface against his cheek. His eyes closed momentarily.

Only when Joy spoke up again, mentioning the other people in the room, did he open his eyes. The first person he spotted was a Ruth Flemming, leaning against the desk as well, panting like she'd just ran a marathon.
"Hey Ruth," he breathed out.
"Hi," Was all he got in response.

Slowly, he turned his gaze on the rest of the room. They weren't alone at all, actually. Along with Ruth, there was Peter Spankoffski and Steph, the uh, Mayor's daughter- both of them eyeing them suspiciously- and Richie, whom they'd met just that morning.
"Hey," He offered, not moving from his place on the desk, concentrating on keeping his breathing calm.

 

[clementinn]

"Hi?" Peter spoke up, sounding just as suspicious as he looked. He adjusted his glasses and tugged at his collar. "You're not gonna try and kill us too, right?"

"Obviously not, Pete." Richie, this time. He looked utterly terrified, but even his fear wasn't enough to drive him away from chiding his friend. "Th-they wouldn't have helped us."

"You can never be too careful!"

 

[MossforRoss]

"Besides," Steph cut in, looking equally as suspicious at the newcomers, "why would they tell us if they were going to try and kill us? That'd make them shitty killers."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, guys," Jeremy responded tiredly, still not removing himself from the table, where he'd once again closed his eyes. He seemed content to ignore the situation for a little while longer.

"Guys, come on!! That's Jeremy, the one I told you about!" Jeremy didn't have the energy to look surprised at that, but Ruth wasn't looking for him for any confirmations anyway. "And it's not like being suspicious will help us. They weren't discreet when they started being violent. I'm sure we'd be able to tell."

"Joy?" Jeremy cut in, looking over to his shaken friend. "How's it going there, buddy?"

 

[clementinn]

Joy did not look even the slightest bit better. She could snap into action when things spiraled out of control, but now that everything around them had calmed down a bit, all that chaos was being confined to inside her head. She could only seem to keep repeating "It's fine, it's fine, it's fine" over and over until she ran out of breath.

"Y-you guys don't have any clue what's gotten into them, right?" Richie spoke up again, shooting a cautious glance at the door.

"Does anybody?"

 

[MossforRoss]

Okay. Joy was not doing well, and Jeremy felt like he should do something about it. He slowly rose from his resting spot on the desk, upset that he'd had to leave his comfort zone. Then he slowly approached her, as if testing whether she would punch him or not.

"Maybe they're really pent up..." Ruth offered, but she knew that wasn't it either.

"It could be drugs," offered Steph, "though I... Donät see how it would spread like that if it were." She shuffled, clearly very off-put by all of this.

 

[clementinn]

Thankfully, Joy didn't try to throw hands with Jeremy the second he got close, despite what her fighting stance and clenched fists might've suggested. "Sorry-" She gasped for breath. She just kept talking, it was a wonder she hadn't passed out yet. "I'm trying not to totally freak out out-"

"A little late for that!"

"I can barely handle looking at my own blood, Peter!" She shot back. She didn't intend to be rude, in fact, she was quite thankful that they'd let her and Jeremy take shelter in this classroom, but she was far too wound up to worry about things like tone or politeness. "No way I could look at that for too long- I can't even think about it without feeling kinda woozy, so forgive me for trying to soothe myself!"

 

[MossforRoss]

"I know you're trying, you're doing really good, I promise," Jeremy continued, ignoring Peter and his interruption completely.
"Just-just take a minute, okay? Just ground yourself, yeah?"

Steph glanced at Pete unsurely. Sure, they couldn't exactly leave the room right now, they should probably wait at least until it blew over a little. But they didn't have forever, either.

 

[clementinn]

She took in a very long, deep breath and held it. She pressed her back against the wall and slid down it until she was sitting. For the sake of everyone else in the room, she needed to pull herself together.

"Okay- I'm good now. For real this time." She released all the air in her lungs and let her shoulders drop. She was still trembling, but that wasn't something that she could help like her breathing or her volume. "Sorry for yelling. Has anybody called the police yet? B-because I'm going to."

"I-I don't know if they could help..." Richie tucked his hands under his arms. "We saw what they did. Th-the teachers weren't much help, I dunno if any adults can!"

"The police have tasers." Joy already had her phone out and was tapping 911 into it. "Teachers don't. They'll save us. They have to. That's their job, right?"

Peter grimaced, "Eh..."

"Well, we can't just stay in here forever. We can hope, right?"