Interrupting Kimply's Nap and other Dangerous Sports

Montare began to laugh with her. ["You took a picture of her while she was sleeping? Yeah, I'm the creep." he called towards Lotte from hearing this. He listened as Kimply began to talk to Lotte. When she heard her request that her picture be deleted, Montare responded. "Can you delete mine while your at it?"

"I-I'm sorry I..." Lotte looked back and forth between Montare and Kimply, blushing deeply. "I-it's just...the newspaper...and..."
Suddenly, overwhelmed by the feeling of being ganged up on, the girl booked it, running through the doors and down the hall. She would delete Kimply's picture of course, but had gone into fight or flight mode, and knew fighting could not be done against two people. Ethel ran after her, surprised. "Lotte! Come back!" she yelled. "Wait for me!"

Kimply's eyes widened. That was unexpected. "Hey! Come back!" Without thinking, she chased after the girl, pushing open the door and rushing down the hallway. She felt bad for hurting her feelings, and to be honest, wanted to make sure the girl deleted that photo. "I'm sorry! I'm sure you're a wonderful photographer and don't get upset!" She was unaware as she ran straight through Ethel, leaving Montare behind and alone.

Ethel fell as she was trampeled by Kimply. To the alive girl, she just ran without a worry, but to Ethel, she practically ran over Ethel. Real world physics still applied to Ethel, and nothing ever went through her. The ghost longed for that type of stuff to happen, however. "Ow..." she murmured, but got up to at least stay in good proximity to Lotte.

Lotte quickly turned into the lady's room, bringing the camera to her face and hitting the little trash can button on the side as she brought up her recent pictures. She was panting, forced to run so long. She did not even know the others were chasing her, with her head start putting her out of earshot of Kimply. The blood pounding in her ears didn't help much.

Lotte looked at her reflection in the mirror as she stood propped against the wall. She looked like she just ran a marathon. She was in as much shape as a fat senior citizen, but she didn't prefer exercise very much. She relied on her metabolism and natural lack of eating to make her appear as thin as she did.