Scintilla

3) Introductions and Panic Attacks

People are talking with each other, on edge, but as nothing has happened at this point they all seem fairly relaxed.

Kaede smiles at you as you walk in, waving you over to her where there's a spare seat. You graciously accept her offer, not wanting to be stuck in the middle of two unknown people. You pull the chair out, sitting down and looking at your hands in your lap. Shuichi is on the other side of Kaede, and the two are talking. But at your presence they(Kaede) attempts to pull you into the conversation.

You don't feel like speaking to them, still not comfortable enough around them without the added audience. The seat next to your right is empty, to which you're thankful. And it seems like everyone is already seated. Your eyes wander around the table, moving from face to face. You frown as you count only 15 others beside yourself.

Someone is missing.

There's movement at the entrance, everyone goes quiet to see who has arrived last. The person is wearing an outfit not unlike a school uniform, a red shirt with white ribbon and a short black skirt. They have thigh high red socks and brown shoes. She(?) has two long pigtails tied back with red scrunchies, blood red eyes and a glare to kill.

You quirk an eyebrow as she moves around the table towards the only seat left, which is the one besides you. She doesn't look like the talkative type you conclude with relief. She sits down beside you, starting to eat hurriedly.

You start eating too, happy with finishing your meal and leaving to goto your dorm or ultimate room. They're the only rooms with locks, meaning you have privacy. And right now you wanted privacy.

You chew awkwardly, feeling very conscious of every movement you make. The whole running from the monokubs earlier hadn't helped your popularity, it seems. People glance your way, curious, even for only a fraction of a second.

Would any of them be suspicious of your ultimate? Could they tell you're faking it? Although even you yourself aren't sure if you're faking it. Everything is just so muddled.

You don't feel like sleeping, after all you had been asleep only a few minutes ago. But a little privacy to collect your thoughts and yourself is high on your priority list. Although, you really should try to meet your fellow participants before one of them dies and you're left never having met them.

You almost choke at the thought, someone dying?! Being murdered?!

No one here seems all that murderous. But when someone snaps or is tempted it's highly possible. Yourself included, you could be persuaded to kill. What could push you that far? You're very passive, you doubt anything could make you resort to murder.

It's more likely you would be the one murdered. 

You stand up abruptly, chair causing a racket as it skids back. You speed walk out of the room, trying to walk as normal as possible with all eyes trained on you. It's a hard feat to not walk robotically(Sorry Kiibo).

As soon as you're in the doorway you move behind the separating wall, leaning back against it. You are struggling to breath, finding your chest extremely tight. You place a hand over your heart, being able to feel how fast your heart is beating just by contact with the skin. You slowly slide down the wall, until you're sitting. You bring your knees up to your chest, putting your forehead atop them and looking down into your lap. It's uncomfortable due to your boots and long jacket, not to mention the cold floor.

You try to slow your breathing, you hold your breath for five seconds after each inhale and exhale. You wrap your arms around your knees, digging your nails into your jeans. Your whole body is trembling, a tight feeling in every limb. You close your eyes, deep breathes just not enough.