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As you pass one of the crossings leading to the 'anomalous' parts of the school, you see a guard. With a gun in hand they zoom from one side to the next and hum some, surprisingly cheerful, song. Getting to those parts might be problematic... And Se-young needs her rations.
Worriedly, you move along. Distant talking and steps getting all the more clear. It feels like another world; from eerie silence to disembodied chatters and steps. Somehow, it makes the place all the more hostile.
Getting close you see yet another group of guards. This time, with familiar faces. Leonie and the Masked Guard stand alone and seemingly stare defeated at the wall with a massive gash in the weathered, peeling pain, revealing the concrete wall beneath. Next to them - a pair of brushes, bleak yellow paint, other DIY paraphernalia and several cardboard boxes. Heh, seems like lack of janitors bites them in the end, but why bother making this place presentable now?
You sneak behind them, and hide behind the corner, when Leonie huffs with exasperation. "Please. please, let's go get some 'interns'! It's a breach of contract anyways."
"No." The other barks, sill overlooking the wall.
"If not 'interns', how about the 'dolls'? They would love to help us. Like the girl from yester-" She hesitates, then continues. "But others are fair game, right?"
The masked one grabs a wide brush, then points it at the brat. "'Dolls' or not, they are still living beings. What happened to them is no grounds to exploit then further. Get to work, you were idle far too long. It gotten into your head."
Sighing, she says seriously. "Not like I have anything better to do." Then grabs a brush herself and coos. "You will change your mind in an hour~"
"Huh? Wanna bet?" They say and cock the head to the side, brushing Leonie's face with their brush.
Angry, she deadpans. "The game is on." And they both get to unpacking the boxes, albeit with varied enthusiasm. With it done, you move along yet again. It never been so busy in here.
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Finally, with a sigh of relief the female dorm entrance looms ahead. With it a singular, expected guard. Just like Alex before, you wave your hand in 'greeting' and move past-
Suddenly a hand grabs the collar of your unform and gently pulls you back. "Wha-? Why?"
"Nooot today, young lady." Comes a high-pitched voice of the, evidently female, guard. "Authorities got mad. Today's orders block the entrance of average students to indicated locations without authorization. Female dorms are one of them." She lets you go, but sadly, outside - blocking the way through. "Are you a a part of, or have approval from, the student committee, Student council, medical staff or approved club membership?" She asks genially.
Well, shit. "I'm the head of the cleaning club." You say, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
Thinking for a second, she shrugs. "Do you have approval confirmation? Like from the principal, or something?"
Defeated, you breath. "No..."