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Naoko rubbed the spot where she got decked as she gave another glance towards Yuk-...Oh. That's blood. Oh shit, that's blood. The girl definitely was in agreement that a trip to the nurse would be really good right about now. Though, most rational thought went right out the window when the head gorilla started to move again. As though it were a spider coming back from the brink of death, hyperbolic as that was.
So, Yuko was NOT alone in running off. Naoko got pulled with her and in fact, ran with her. "You know where the nurse is, right?" The jock definitely wouldn't think to go all the way over there just to get back at two girls that helped get his day screwed over, would he?
“The nurse?! I’m kinda more concerned with staying alive!” Yuko snapped back at her newfound partner in crime. Not only did they risk violent retribution from that gorilla teen if he chased after them, but also potentially being put in detention if a faculty member had seen them getting involved in the fight. Running away was really their only option, and while Yuko wasn’t the fastest runner in the world, it looked like they had lost him.
Leaning against the wall on the back of the main school building, the punk girl panted heavily in exhaustion, before slowly sliding down and collapsing on the ground, hugging one of her knees. “That was… intense. But we made it out alive! Hahaha- crap!” Yuko winced and clutched her sides, as it hurt to even laugh in her sorry state. Still, she snorted from her bleeding nose and looked up at the blue-haired student. “Thanks for the help back there. I mean it. The name’s Himura Yuko. What’s yours?” There was nothing quite as rewarding as asking for introductions after sharing a near death experience.
"Yes, the nurse! Where else are we gonna hide from that guy?!" Naoko was able to pretty much snap right back at Yuko as they ran to escape whatever violent retribution awaited them for being accomplices in the serial ruining of that jock's entire proverbial career. It was a good thing that Naoko had built up stamina over the past year because if she hadn't? That escape would have been way more tiring than it already was.
Naoko put a hand to the wall of the building to hold herself up, not seeming to register that she was being talked to for a moment before she straightened her posture out. "N-No problem. Name's Toriya Naoko. Iii...uh. I honestly didn't think leaving you and that kid at those jackasses' mercy would sit well with me. The thanks is reciprocated, too!"
...God, they looked like shit. Naoko offered a hand for Yuko to take and pull herself up with. If she could, at least.
Yuko did look like shit, but she managed to smile at the blue-nette’s introduction, and thankfully she wasn’t missing any teeth at least. “Nice to meet you, Naoko-san. I also couldn’t stand by and watch some poor nerd get bullied by four guys twice his size, so I guess we both have a bit of a hero syndrome.” Or an overprotective big sister syndrome. In retrospect, getting involved had probably gotten them in more trouble than that nerd would have been had they not.
Accepting Naoko’s literal helping hand, the punk-looking girl stood back up, grunting in slight pain as she did. “Ugh, shit… This really hurts. How’s my face? Do I look like a wrestler after blading?” She asked, not being far from the truth really. While the cuts on her forehead and nose had stopped bleeding, her face was still left quite the bloody mess. Yuko weakly turned around and checked behind the corner of the wall. “Alright, I think we’re clear. Where’s the nurse’s office again?”
Seems like Naoko had found a kindred spirit today, which was something that one could view as entirely subjective in whether it was good or bad. She hadn't heard the phrase hero syndrome before, though, repeating it to herself a few times. Whether what they had was that or big sis syndrome or both, it was still the source of a lot of the trouble Naoko found herself in.
"Gonna be real honest, your face looks like a mess right now. You're not bleeding anymore, at least." Naoko had to think a bit as to where the nurse's office was. She didn't visit that very often, if at all, but she still made a habit of keeping track of where it was. "It's this way, I think the nurse'll patch you up without asking too many questions. ...I hope." She added, walking past the corner that Yuko had been checking.
“Crap… I figured as much.” Yuko cursed, as she began to follow Naoko to where she presumed the nurse’s office was located. At least her newfound partner in crime was honest with her, not sugar coating the fact that her face was indeed a mess of missing earrings and deep cuts where said earrings once were. But hey, as Naoko said, at least she was no longer bleeding.
Following the tall blue-nette and listening to what she had to say, the beat up girl pondered about it too. A lot of students had witnessed the fight, and if any among them were snitches, or if the nurse started asking them questions, they both could get in serious trouble. Heck, even the nerd from earlier could get in trouble, since he was the one who had dealt the finishing blow. “Well… I hope she doesn’t ask questions too. But, if she does, I’ll tell her that I fell down from the stairs. In fact, let’s tell her that we both fell down.”
Would the school nurse buy such an ill conceived lie? The only way they would find out was when they got there.