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[Johann Kaiser VII]

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[Eden]

Even with the mass amounts of evergy and life that the sun gifted the children of Wammy House, the young woman soon found herself in a sour mood. After climbing one of the trees near the side of the large building, again, Eden fell, again, and ripped a good-sized gash on her inner forearm... again. And she soon found herself walking through the sickly clean hallway that lead right to the infirmary for a good wad of gauze and some medical tape to hold it in place so she could go outside and hurt herself. Again. It was quite monotonous, unfortunately. The female huffed softly as she pulled her hand away from the stinging wound, face seeming to show no recognition of it's damnable existance. She examined the crimson liquid that coated her hand before deciding it that yes, it was worth the trip, sighing, regrasping the wound and trudging on, her sneaker-clad feet scuffing along the floor.

Okay, so, she'd always hated doctors. But, there was supposed to be a new one who was a real creep. This place was already a collection of odd-ball students, as if she were one to talk, but, did the staff had to be off their rockers too? 'Joy.' Eden thought simply to herself, eyes blinking lazily as she reached the door that pointed out her destination. They'd think everyone in this place was a moron, they way they marked every door and hallway. All it took was a small dose of short term memory and people will typically remember where they are. New concept, eh?

Eden closed her eyes a moment as she stood outside the door before she drew her leg back a bit and gave the structure a subtle kick, just enough to make it rattle a bit in the doorframe and make certain it could be heard. Sure, she could've knocked with her not-as-bloody hand, and she rather enjoied her braincells, so, slamming her head against the door was out of the question. A simple 'Hey, could you open the door?' would've worked too, but, where was the fun in that?

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