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Avery sighed as she wandered aimlessly around the floors of the hospital, she had initially come in to have a broken nose reset, which had been done rather quickly. The problem arose when, upon inspecting her further, the doctors and healers decided that she should stay longer due to exhaustion and blood pressure that was far too low for anybody's liking. Avery thought that she was fine, but if only to keep them from freaking out, she stayed.

Avery's wandering was definitely aimless and confused, she dipped her hands into the pockets of her jeans. She looked down at her tan Arsnl hoodie, she sighed deeply, eyeing the bloodstained mask part of it. She breathed in and sighed heavily, eyes closing. She dropped herself against a nearby wall, sliding far enough back against the wall so that her back was completely straight.

Bach was never really on terms with hospitals. Big, sometimes noisy, multiple corridors to get lost in, and a place full of ghosts. Bach sighed tirelessly as he walked down the hall with and hand on his head. He’s only been on this island for at least six hours and many events happened all throughout.

First, his ship that was transported here was stuck because of a shipwreck that just happen to be today on the port of this island. Next, he couldn’t tell which building was either a restroom or a very stuffed bar with a bunch of knuckleheads who were yelling at a television suspended on a wall with people playing American Football, which from he could tell, was very different from European football. What happened after that was trying to find the academy, which made him lost for two complete hours, which mostly was because a bunch of identical little boys were causing a ruckus in the streets. Finally, after finally getting an apartment in town, a suicidal man was attempting to drop off the roof of the building. People would’ve taken him seriously if it wasn’t because he was walking drunk and holding an empty bottle. Bach had to ‘borrow’ a truck full of hay to catch the man and drive him to the hospital. Right now the man has a few broken limbs, but the doctor said he’ll get better and thanked Bach for saving him.

Bach recalled recent events and sighed again, he was starting to think coming to this island wasn’t the best idea he had for a while. A few ghosts walked pass him, which unfazed Bach. The problem with hospitals is that people usually die here. Not only ghosts are common here, it attracts other ghosts who are lonely and wanted to be near a bigger group. They weren’t causing a problem, but decided he might have to commence a nighty vigil here just in case. While walking, he came across a vending machine with chairs and a potted plant with a spout just barely trying to reach over the window. Figuring he really needed a drink, he checked his pocket. He walked up and spent some change. He noticed as girl walking up behind and dropped her back against the wall. He paid no mind to her and continued to decide on what to drink.

Avery's eyes locked on the man attending the vending machine for a few moments before she retracted her right hand from her pocket, dragging out an MP3 player and a pair of Skullcandy earbuds. She plugged the headphones into the MP3 player and placed one of the earbuds into her right ear, the music that she had put on blared loudly out of the ear buds. She flinched slightly at the sudden noise, but she shrugged, her head tilted back and bumped against the wall, drawing a near silent groan from her. Avery reached into her pocket and withdrew a toothpick.

Avery punctured one side of the toothpick's package and pulled out the small chunk of wood. She began to hum quietly as she repeated this process four or five times over. Her left hand tugged her hood up and over her head then moved to the bloody mask half of the hood, which she pulled up over the bottom half of her face, she clipped it there and went back to the toothpicks. She jammed her elbow against the wall behind her and grunted softly, but grabbed one of the toothpicks. A slight white light surrounded the toothpick which flicked between the fingers in one hand. She flicked her wrist and the small wooden spike flew across the hallway, jamming into the corkwood announcement board at a sharp, downwards angle.

Avery sniffed softly and sighed, leaving the small pile of wooden spikes on the ground. She pulled her knees back until they made contact with her chest. Both of her arms surrounded the limbs and held them there, she dropped her chin on top of her knees, eyes alert and flicking back and forth around the hospital area, taking mental note of whatever she could.

Multitudes of beverages line up inside the vending machine, cooled and ready to be dispensed for Bach as he’s deciding on what to drink. Bach was really in the mood for something warm, but a soft drink would have to do for now. He was unfamiliar to a few of the bottles lined up, figuring they might have come from a different region. After browsing for a few moments, he decided to have some sweet tea and punched in the code for the drink.

While reaching down for the bottle, he heard a faint wisp of air and then the sound of something being hit across the hall. He turned his head to the announcement board to see a tiny toothpick embedded on the board, hitting the blood drop on a blood donation paper. Bach recalled that toothpicks aren’t really hungry for blood, so he looked back at the source. It was the girl leaning on the wall, this time with her hoodie covering her head and face, and toothpicks on the ground next to her. It took him under a second know she somehow jammed that toothpick in that board, and the fact the ghosts that were nearby were now telling her to don’t do it again, which was pretty much pointless since they knew she couldn’t hear them, and no it’s not because she’s wearing ear buds.

With a shrug, Bach sat down at a nearby chair and opened his fresh bottle of sweet tea.

Avery quietly shifted about as she sat on the ground, her eyes locked on the spot of blood on the corkwood board. Her face slowly twisted into a scowl, due to the situation she had placed herself in. She shook her head and grabbed the toothpicks in a handful, she wrenched her shoulder and launched them against the board. Not only did they embed themselves into the board, they did it sideways, with no pointed edges leading the charge. When they smacked against the board it sounded like somebody had kicked the wall quite violently, prompting the board to swing an inch off of the wall before the bottom half smacked into place.

Avery quickly came to her feet and walked towards the board on the opposite wall, she tugged the first toothpick out before using it as a prybar of sorts to pull the rest of the toothpicks out, half of the toothpicks simply snapped in half as she tried to pull them out. As she turned around to head back to her spot on the wall she made momentary eye contact with the man with the sweet tea before she finished moving on over to her wall, plopping back down. She quietly began to mutter to herself and drum her fingers quietly on the tile beside her. She tugged out her headphones and pulled the hood away from her head. She went to rub her nose, but the moment he hand touched her nose she winced in pain and muttered curses beneath her breath. Avery returned to her original position, knees against chest and chin on top of knees.

Her eyes continued to stay locked on the board across from her, as though she had some sort of personal vendetta against it, which she obviously didn't.

Bach’s information gathering skills are very well toned and from what he witness, he can say that girl is quite miserable. From hearing a loud ‘thump’ and witnessing the staking of the nearby board, Bach couldn’t help but wonder what was bothering her. Taking a sip from his bottle, he closed his eyes. Ghosts are starting to gather around the girl, either asking her to cease damaging the property and others asking her to do it again. It greatly irritated Bach with so much yelling going on. So to give the girl some unnoticeable peace, Bach lifted his fingers.

“Spiritate, mitteo tu ab,” Bach whispered. Soon enough, a gush of unnatural wind blew down the halls, sweeping ghosts away from the surrounding area. Almost all of them floated away of fear. With the ward set up, he took another sip of sweet tea.

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