trying not to lose my head Who: Bunny, Jack & Shena Where: SOHS When: Shortly after the school doors open
This cat had been out all night. She was really going to pay for it later, but whatever. With a younger daughter to look after, Shena hadn’t been in the habit of camping on the front line, although she had done her version of patrols -- just before bed, if/when she couldn’t sleep, and when she got up. The latter having the benefit of coming with a human form and clothing. There’d been a lot of weres apparently not giving the beginning of a damn who saw what when they shifted, but with all these people packed in around here Shena had become decidedly more selective when it came to who got to see her naked. That wasn’t to say she suddenly had more shame -- a load of humans and their cars were never going to have that effect -- but, as she tried to explain to the guy whose open hatchback she had curled up in the trunk of, having all these people around reminded her of communal shower rooms. The man, whoever parent he was, just stared down at her like her head might be swivelling. It was that ‘holy shit, what the fuck did I let into my personal space’ expression that regular people got when she’d said something not quite right. That being said, he’d been looking at her funny ever since he’d told her she looked rather ‘determined’. Whatever that was supposed to mean. It wasn’t like he could know about the running mantra of ‘Openopenopenopen’ she had aimed at the school that only paused when she felt like adding a please in.
… Could he? For all of a second, Shena side-eyed the stranger whose personal space she had shamelessly invaded. Thoughts regarding psychics very nearly began turning over in her head in favour of this guy’s rambling about arguments with the military at the border -- until he passed comment on someone ‘being foolish enough to try and break through’.
It took a moment to sink in, but eventually she looked up at him. Yes, he had said that. No, he didn’t seem to be lying. Uncurling, the were slowly stood inside the trunk, using the car as a platform to get her short self a better view. That was Mason Normandin’s sister. And the doors were open. They were open. “The doors…” It was all Shena even bothered saying -- the man had eyes -- before propelling herself out of the hatchback and launching herself through the crowd at full speed, dodging everyone until she noted the soldiers up ahead were trying to block her by closing ranks. The hell they were stopping her from getting in. Suddenly grinning at the challenge, Shena got her ass into gear and dove under-arm through the gap, emerging the other side in a roll. She was on her feet and running before anybody around her seemed to have realised just where she’d disappeared to. That was fine by her. She couldn’t be doing with the distractions of, say, regulations when she had teenagers to find.
“Bunny?” Pause. When worried, Shena Digby did not believe in the kind of pause that actually allowed people to answer. “Jack?” Another pause. “Bunny! Jack!” It hadn’t even occurred to her yet to use her nose, she had just barrelled into the school looking a little feral.