Post by Desirae Nazarian on Jun 3, 2017 14:30:51 GMT
It was quite a sight seeing Des walk down the halls with the models for her combat-focused anatomy class. Quite determined to transport all of the human cadavers (legally acquired, as far as the school's documentation was concerned) in one trip, Des carried one corpse over her shoulder and flanked herself with two additional corpses perfectly mimicking her actions from the neck down via voodoo. With two corpses carrying two additional corpses, plus the one in her arms, she had a grand total of 5. That was more than most educational institutions could boast -- but then again, Aurora couldn't exactly be considered a typical academy.
Her current company was fully clothed in cheap, practical attire, and might have even passed for normal, living humans if it wasn't for their stiff faces and lingering scent of formaldehyde. Plus, her eyes stained fully black acted as a surefire tell that her ability was in use.
They'd made it up the stairs without any incidents, putting the classrooms of the science wing well in sight. Unfortunately, one of her corpses' shoulders were just a bit too narrow, causing the body it was carrying to slip off and unceremoniously thud to the floor. "Goddamn it, Henry..." Des muttered as she stopped in her tracks, glancing over to the fallen anatomical model and wondering to how best remedy this situation. Carry on and leave one corpse in the hallways for a minute? That was a gamble. Try to move in such a way that would make the corpse on her left pick up what was dropped without allowing the corpse on her right lose what it was still carrying? That might take some trial and error -- it'd already been enough trouble to set up their current arrangement. Perhaps, if she was especially lucky, someone who was willing and able to lift up a corpse would walk by, but she wasn't particularly hopeful on that front.
Her current company was fully clothed in cheap, practical attire, and might have even passed for normal, living humans if it wasn't for their stiff faces and lingering scent of formaldehyde. Plus, her eyes stained fully black acted as a surefire tell that her ability was in use.
They'd made it up the stairs without any incidents, putting the classrooms of the science wing well in sight. Unfortunately, one of her corpses' shoulders were just a bit too narrow, causing the body it was carrying to slip off and unceremoniously thud to the floor. "Goddamn it, Henry..." Des muttered as she stopped in her tracks, glancing over to the fallen anatomical model and wondering to how best remedy this situation. Carry on and leave one corpse in the hallways for a minute? That was a gamble. Try to move in such a way that would make the corpse on her left pick up what was dropped without allowing the corpse on her right lose what it was still carrying? That might take some trial and error -- it'd already been enough trouble to set up their current arrangement. Perhaps, if she was especially lucky, someone who was willing and able to lift up a corpse would walk by, but she wasn't particularly hopeful on that front.