Unread postby Arganaut » June 8th, 2011, 6:47 am
Othello himself dipped his hat down a bit, nervously tugging at his scarf as he took a series of deep breaths. Of all the things Othello did not want to see on the first day of classes, that was certainly one at the top of the list. Perhaps what he could only assume to be the teacher had only time to come at the end of the fight, but he couldn't help but wonder why no one had broken up the fight before one boy murdered the other.
At least then the boys could've been separated with a severe warning instead of both now being dragged off. Othello shuddered at the thought, feeling truly, deeply sorry for the two young men. After all, he might've been treated to the bad imagery, but those two... those two are the ones who ended up dead. That thought didn't quell the sickness in him, it did put the whole scene into perspective for him.
His ears perked up at some of the conversation being thrown around, even from the other part of the group's table from the girl, rather uneasy, bordering on appalled, at how easily some were trying to pass off two people being killed in front of all of them. Still, he noticed, it wasn't as if everyone was accepting the fact so easily.
Lifting his hat slightly he noticed Shannon sitting there, clutching at her head as her breathing took on a very tense pattern. Othello frowned; on the one hand he was glad that he wasn't alone in registering just how horrible that event was. On the other hand, a nice young woman was now on the verge of a panic attack. That simply would not do.
"Shannon." Othello began, lightly reaching over with his own hand, shaking slightly as he lightly patted her on the arm. "Its... well, no, its not okay. What just happened was horrible, and tragic and God in Heaven someone should've stepped in sooner to stop it. Two young men should not have died." Othello said, taking a deep, shaken breath as he did his best to smile for the young Australian woman.
"B-But, if you're scared that something like that will happen to you, to us, don't be. We're all here, we're all friends. We'll look out for each other, make sure we don't do something so... brash. Shannon, I'm telling the honest to God truth: bad things might happen, but we'll be okay. You don't have to worry, I swear."
Really, it seemed like an easy swear to hold onto. These people around him were good and decent people. They wouldn't do something so brash that would get them or anyone in the group in trouble. Even if they weren't all quite friends yet, as far as he was concerned, it was a matter of time.
And in Othello's mind, a group of friends like these would be able to keep each other okay.