Ouran High School Hostess Club

How was your time at the Ouran HostessbClub?

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[DaMaskedKitten]

This role-play is officially closed, and has been revamped and restarted in a new thread which you can find here; [Still under construction]

[DaMaskedKitten]

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Ouran Elite Private Academy was created to educate the children of the wealthy and elite. Here many clubs exist, ranging from academics, recreational, and athletic. The world in σurαn εʟιτε prιvατε αcα๔εмy there was nothing rather interesting that particularly happened. That was until one student in the Second Year had an idea, one rather clever and well founded idea. She wanted to create a club that would cater to the well groomed and elite men. A club where men could meet and enjoy some of the finer things in life. Thus, she came up with the idea of τнε σurαn нιԍн scнσσʟ нσsτεss cʟuв. So this young woman set out and found six of the most sought after young woman in Ouran Academy and she invited them to join her club and so they did.

After a few short weeks τнε σurαn нιԍн scнσσʟ нσsτεss cʟuв opened their doors. Invitations went out all over the school becoming the wealthy and wonderful young men to come. The invitations read: 'Come to Music Room 3, have your wildest dreams fulfilled.' Thus the men of σurαn εʟιτε prιvατε αcα๔εмy came after school and τнε σurαn нιԍн scнσσʟ нσsτεss cʟuв started. So these are the stories of the Hostesses and their clients, of their wonderful years in the σurαn εʟιτε prιvατε αcα๔εмy. This is the story of how some found love, happiness, and friendship that would last beyond the ages.

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pяεvισusʟy σn σurαn нιԍн scнσσʟ нσsτεss cʟuв: A young hostess Mochiko found herself in a rather interesting predicament. She found herself falling deeper and deeper for one of her regulars, a young Greyson. Her guest harbored the same feelings for her, unfortunately though the two were far to embarrassed to admit this to one another and thus have been hiding their true feelings from one another! Meanwhile the Hostesses were holding a typical work day when there was a sudden toad infestation. No thanks to the Prankster of their group they were forced to take their club activities outside. There the club enjoyed a wonderful outdoor picnic where guests and hostesses alike got to enjoy traditional Japanese food and music. With the cherry trees in full bloom the guests and hostesses enjoyed a rather pleasant afternoon in the sun.With beautiful fireworks set off in the night sky by Ryoko, The guests and hostesses all watched in awe as their beautiful lights crossed the night sky. A full day of school has gone by and you can tell the guests and Hostesses alike are dying to return to the host room.

[DaMaskedKitten]

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Normally the Hostess Club meets one and a half hours prior to the start of school and five hours after the school sessions finish. During that time guests are allowed to enter into music room 3 where they can enjoy complimentary tea, coffee, and snacks. They are also allowed to request the audience of one of the hostesses during that time. The guests and the hostesses are allowed to engage in any activities in the club room.

Sometimes the club will have spεcιαʟ εvεnτs. These take place during typical Hostess club hours and all paying guests are allowed to join in these events. These events include, but are not limited to: Maid Day, Cosplay Day, Picnics, and Pool Parties.

On rare occasions the Hostess club will have rαrε sεcrετ εvεnτs. There are only a select amount of guests that are allowed to attend these events. In order to attend they must personally be invited by one of the hostesses. These events usually take place during the weekends or over breaks. They are usually retreats and can include but are not limited too: a weekend at the beach, the winter retreat, and the Midsummer Night Festival.

The event calendar is posted below. Please keep an eye out for updates.


Today's Event: Dance!
Tomorrow's Event: Normal Host Club Activities


Future Events include:
PJ Party [rαrε]
The Winter retreat [rαrε]
The annual dance [spεcιαʟ]
Maid day [spεcιαʟ]
Cosplay day [spεcιαʟ]
Pool Party [spεcιαʟ]
A weekend at the beach [rαrε]
The test of courage [spεcιαʟ]
The Hostess Club's haunted house [spεcιαʟ

[DaMaskedKitten]

She has kept an eye on the fire headed man all throughout the night. As they ate and enjoyed their evening she couldn't help noticing her gaze would always land upon the Knight and his...Vampire Steed? She thought they were an odd pair, appearing very...different from each other. At first, the only thing she could see they had in common was their size, Sugar being very small, She was very aware of the height of those around her as it was always an obstacle. On Vince, the height was scary, intimidating and eerie. His height just added to his image of the mysterious bad-boy vampire, that he fit so well. Sugar would never admit it, But Vincent scared her slightly, She was always nervous when she spoke to him, even though he had never been the least bit rude or mean to her, something about the darkness of his aura scared her, but she was not going to let that get in the way of them becoming friends. Sven, He was the opposite of Vince. The light in his heart could be seen from galaxies away. Something about his pale skin, light eyes and bright hair just shine through all the darkness in the world. His height didn't have as much of an intimidation factor, to Sugar, it made him look more like a giant teddy bear.Throughout the night, smiles were thrown between the two, the air was filled with light and love and fun.

As the sky darkened everyone one seemed to cuddle in as one big group, lying down side by side as the stars shone brightly in the sky. With a bang a beautiful burst of colourful light glittered across the sky. Sugar sat up with a scared squeak, a sense of emergency in her voice and actions. Sugar had many fears in life, Loud noises being one of her worst, only second to thunderstorms. It took a good few moments for her to calm down only for her to be set back into a frenzy when the second one went off. Sugar looked around with a panicked look, trying to identify where the noise originated , She saw Ryoko, setting fireworks off at the other end of the field. After seeing Ryoko, she lied back down, doing her best not to squeak every time another one went off. The hosts and quests stayed until the got to the end of the fireworks and then all made their sperate ways home.



~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~



When Sugar arrived in front of the host club doors she was confused when the door was locked. Sugar's eyes wandered up to see a sign. Of course, Its at normal people height..... With a sigh sugar stood back, on her tiptoes, reading the sign posted on the door.HOSTESS CLUB CLOSED DUE TO CLEANING Se thought back to the toad incident from yesterday. She laughed at Ryoko's foolishness that she loved so very much. She was so happy lately, just being supported by her friends made her smile brighter then anything else could. With that smile on her face she began to glide down the hallway to her first class, anticipating seeing her fellow hosts at the end of the day.



~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~



Sugar re-arrived at those beautiful wooden doors that would lead her to one of her favourite places on earth. She walked in smelling the clean yet sweet smell of the hostess club room. There seemed to be no one there at the moment so Sugar took advantage of the privacy and began to sing, something she did very rarely and only around those she trusted with her heart. She glided around the host room, signing a beautiful Japanese lullaby her mother would sing her when she couldn't sleep. She continued, making her way to the kitchen and pe steeping some tea for when the others arrived. Sugar felt at home, and she wished she could hold onto that feeling forever.




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Location: Host Club Room
Mood :Calm, tranquil
Health: 100/100
Thoughts: "I wonder who will be the first to arrive....Maybe someone will request me today!"

[DaMaskedood]

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Vince spent the day looking back at the picnic from the previous afternoon, it had actually turned out to be a rather nice time, despite how it had started out, with Ryo cute idea for a prank. He wondered how long it would take for whoever Ren called to round up all the toads, and surely she would have them scrub the club room from top to bottom, possibly multiple times to turn the toad smell into nothing but a -rather amusing- memory. While s nice, sunny picnic outside was practically the opposite of Vince's idea of a good time, he had to admit, it really wasn't the worst thing in the world. He was able to introduce Sven to the rest of the club, Sugar had seemed to take an immediate liking to the gentle giant that was his friend. He also saw Sven loosen up a bit after a while, enjoying the picnic with the rest of them, which really made Vince happy a little, he didn't get to see the guy actually enjoy himself too often... he was too worried about everyone else around him and what they thought. When he wasn't doing that, he was doing his best to avoid them... so it was nice to see him lower his guard, even if just barely. Of course, Mochi spent practically the entire duration of the picnic with Grey, which was to be expected...but that didn't stop Vince from engaging with her periodically, just whenever it seemed Grey was getting comfortable with her, keeping the boy on his toes. He shook his head at the fact that Grey never said anything to him, he just sat there quietly, brooding while Vince seemingly flirted with the girl he supposedly harbored feelings for. Shame. Of course, just as the picnic stemmed from one of Ryo's little acts of prankishness, it seemed to end it with one too...as the entire group was able to enjoy a small show of fireworks she set off in the evening...even Vince enjoyed him...shortly after everyone made their way back to their appropriate housing...though as Grey and Mochi parted ways, Vince took the opportunity insisted that he would walk her back, something Grey should have done.

Now, Once again Vince sat at his desk, the end of the school day nearing as he was face-to-face with the collection of young ones that were his students, eyeing the clock hungrily as they hurried to finish their work. As they made their way out of the room, he smiled ever so fake-ily at each of them as they left, collecting the work to put into his bag for him to deal with that evening. Though as he was finishing up his own paperwork, one of his students gingerly snaked her way back into the room, with a timid expression on her face as she made her way to his desk, staring down at her feet. Vince looked up at her, wondering what she wanted, extra credit? She was a good student, always turned her assignments in on time and never gave him any aggravation. "Ori, what's the matter? Something troubling you?" he asked cautiously, wondering if why she seemed so nervous, she was doing fine in the class.
"Y-Yes Mr. Kroe..." she started, still staring at her feet. "I....I just wanted t-to know...ummm... I know you're a teacher and all....b-but you're still a senior right? I mean you told us you're eighteen..." Vince raised an eyebrow, wondering why she was asking "I'm a student teacher, yes... I told the class that during the start of the year... why?" Ori started to fidget in front of of him, a crimson blush beginning to cover her face. W-well, I... ummm.... I was wondering... the dance that's at the end of this week.... I was...I wanted...maybe you could....go with me?" her voice trailed off into a squeak, and Vince blew a small breath out of his nose as a gentle smile formed on his lips as he shook his head. "I'm sure that would be lovely Ori, but the school has a policy about teachers and their student... and that policy applies to student-teachers like me...I'm sorry, I couldn't." he looked up to her blushing face trying to turn her down gently. The girl shook a little "O-of course, I understand....have a nice day Mr. Kroe!" he girl quickly bowed and turned, bolting out of the room as fast as her legs would allow her. Vince watched the doorway for a moment, sighing briefly as he shook his head...wasn't the first time.

Soon enough, Vince found himself at the doors to the host club once more...and this time without any croaking sounds piercing his ears... instead there was something else that he heard behind the wooden doors, a distinctive, sweet sing-song voice that could only belong to one girl. He opened the door to make his way inside, looking around to see there didn't seem to be any other guests in at the moment... he got to pick freely then, something he liked the option of. As he went through his normal routine of removing and hanging up his dark jacket and rolling up his shirt sleeves, even loosening his tie slightly while he listened to Sugar singing from the kitchen, smiling as he listing. He listened as long as he could, standing in front of the entrance, she must not have heard him come in... though not many ever did. "That's a beautiful song..." he called out, his deep, smooth voice breaking the silence accompanying her singing. "I don't believe I've ever heard you sing before, Sugar. A shame, it's lovely." he admitted. Vince could certainly appreciate beauty and talent whenever it was around. "May I ask, if Mochi is in today?" he asked, a small glint in his eye as he did.






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[Ren Watase]

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Ren dragged her feet as she walk. She had been at this school since 3am and was running on empty. She had been there so early to see to it the the new furniture, linens and other host club had been placed and decorated exactly as they were before.(Not to mention over see any remaining cleaning or upkeep that had to be done before that club could open again respectively.) Her other club mates needent be informed of such of thing. They didn't know a lot of what she did behind closed doors, on the clubs behalf of course. The items were perfect replicas of the previous anyway, no one should know the wiser.

Ren yawned, if only that blasted reptile stench would have come off the furniture, she could have reopened the club this morning as planned. She quickly composed herself as she walked toward the club room door. Hopefully this time there would be no more surprises awaiting for her inside. Opening the door, Ren heard that Sugar had already made herself at home, blissfully singing away as Ren quietly sat down at her table.

It was then that Vince entered the room. Ren casually checked off his name in her notebook and made no attempt at getting up. Today, she decided, the other hosts can be the waitresses. She would only serve tea and food to someone only if she was requested to do so.

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[Danielli]

The young lady had no intentions of going. Even now she was stowed away into a different room, one where the school's extra instruments were kept. Kaz didn't have to play the instruments here, she could just go home, but lately she hadn't been taking any joy in being at home. It seemed like the closer she drew to graduation (which, in her mind was still far off), her parents wanted her to think every waking moment on which university she would attend, and jumpstart her enrollment. So here Kaz was, ignoring her home and the awaiting pressure by sitting on a borrowed stool in front of a harp that was not her own. She had tried the piano first, but it hadn't sounded right to her, off key somehow. So here she was, playing the harp in a room all to herself. She allowed her fingers to move easily along the chords, gently playing a low melody. it was one that her fingers could have played in her sleep, and thus, her mind began to drift.

But instead of her mind conjuring up a new daydream of love and adventure, her mind seemed to drift to an odd conversation she had encountered with her best friend the night before. Well, it wasn't entirely the night before, more like early this morning. Ryo always had a habit of texting in the wee hours of the morning, but Kaz was up anyway, slaving away to her studies. It was there that her friend had excitedly told her about a club she belonged to, and how Kaz needed to join it. Ryo had argued that Kaz needed something to help her relax, to escape, and Kaz couldn't argue with it. She was supposed to go early, to meet and greet, but she had panicked. What if Ryo had jumped to conclusions as she often did? And it was her fear that landed her here in this room, avoiding all of the things Ryo had promised the club would be. Kazue could already see the disappointment on Ryo's face when she realized that Kaz wasn't going to show up. But then another image came to mind---one of her parents breathing fire down her neck like dragons and controlling her every waking second, and in that moment, Kazue decided.

She was going to this club.

Her eyes snapped open as her fingers stopped playing the harp. She grabbed her bag and took off at a run. Leave it to her to make a decision and then change it on the dime. She had been terrified of the club, imaging that everyone within the walls would hate her right away, but she wouldn't know if she didn't go. She sprinted down the hall towards the music room Ryo had specified as if it was her only means of salvation. Her first day at this club and she was going to be late, she was so very dumb. So very, very dumb.

She arrived some time after Vince, her cheeks flushed and pink. Her eyes spun around the room, instantly taken aback by how...nice it looked. Could her best friend really belong to a club this beautiful? She slowly turned, taking in her surroundings until her eyes met Ren's. Slowly, Kaz approached the girl's table, deciding the one with a notebook would be the person to talk to. And of course Ryo was nowhere to be seen.

"Umm, hi." Kazue nervously began, approaching Ren cautiously, clutching her bag like it was a saving grace. "My name is Kazue Kaneko. Ryo told me about this club. Said I could...maybe...join as a hostess?" Kaz was almost sweating, she was so nervous. It wasn't until she asked that she realized how badly she wanted to be a part of this club. To be accepted. It also wasn't until she asked that she realized how intimidated she was by the other girl. There was something about the girl's eyes, and slowly, she wondered if bothering her was the best idea at all.

THE WHIMSICAL MUSICIAN TYPE

[mofoking ghost]

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tab tab ☈ Michiko had been the first to enter the host club, much to her dismay. She had hoped someone she was close to would be present so she could talk to them and, hopefully, forget some of the events from last night.

tab tab To begin with, the translation had not gone as planned. As soon as the words had left Grey's mouth, it seemed that her words had not had the desired affect and she wondered if she offended him. Sven hid within himself once more and Michiko's eyes widened as her face completely flushed. Did he.. understand what I said...? The way Sven reacted made it clear to Michiko that he must have misunderstood.. Of course, she could have asked Vincent to correctly relay her words if that was the case, but uncertainty and the fear of potentially insulting Grey drove her back to her picnic blanket where she tried to make the best of the remaining event.

tab tab The second occurrence was small compared to the situation with Sven , but it mattered a great deal to Michiko who stayed up until a bit after midnight turning everything over in her head (okay maybe not so small..). As the end of the picnic approached and everyone began saying their goodbyes, two figures who stayed a bit afterwards stood out in her mind; both Vincent and Grey had lingered but both did not speak to one another. In the middle of folding blankets, Michiko happened to glance over and caught the two men shooting daggers at each other, their eyes glazed over in what seemed to be irritation and annoyance. After that, she kept her eyes strictly on what she was doing and was about to leave when Vincent politely offered to walk her home. Not wanting to decline the man, she graciously accepted much to, what seemed to be, Grey's disappointment. Before they left, she had let her gaze stay on him before she turned her back and began walking in the direction of her home with the tall man who would undoubtedly protect her. As the two walked, she glanced up in between small snippets of conversation and noticed his tranquil expression; it seemed like the night was created for this one particular man.. How peculiar.. She found it very interesting and was grateful that he had brought her home, but when she lay in bed, a thought occurred to her. What if.. Grey didn't think about her in the way she thought about him. Vincent had been a gentleman from the first time she and he met, yet it was he who walked her home.. Not Grey... At that point, the thoughts kept repeating themselves until they blurred and Michiko fell asleep.

tab tab So here she was, sitting behind a pillar in the corner of the room, out of sight from the main door, her violin beside her and her writing pad on her lap. This was like her safe spot.. A peaceful place to escape to when she was alone and she needed time to herself. The door suddenly opened, disrupting the ringing in her ears from the room being so silent. Michiko froze, hoping to God above that it wasn't a guest. If it were a guest, she'd have to encounter them. Alone. As in.. By herself. Her heart raced at the thought, especially after what happened the day before. Another slip up would undoubtedly make her crash and burn. Slowly, though, she turned her head and looked around the pillar to see a, thankfully, familiar pink figure who made her way to the kitchen. Michiko let out a breath and turned the right way again, smiling as it was someone she was comfortable around. She was about to stand when Sugar began to sing and she froze again. Undoubtedly, Sugar, having not sung in front of anyone before, would like her privacy.. But how would she react if I were to come out later.. And then she would realize that I had been here all along... Just get up already! I thought you said you were comfortable around her! I am but- NO BUTs.

tab tab Sighing, Michiko stood tall, leaving her things in a secure corner that absolutely certain to ensure privacy; No one would go to the corner if there was so much to do with the hosts in the middle of the room. Mochi left her little world, fixing her hair that had been cut short the night before. Long story short, Michiko felt it was time to trim her pitch locks but her hairdresser, recovering from a knee injury, was holding the scissors to Michiko's hair when her bad leg buckled under her. Of course, the hairdresser had apologized profusely, but Michiko decided she liked the change and allowed her hair to be shorn to a bob that ended around her chin.

tab tab Anyways, Mochi was in the middle of her journey to the kitchen area, noticing Ren for the first time and wondering when she had slipped in, when the door opened quietly and a dark figure appeared. The poor girl might as well have been paralyzed for the amount of time she spent frozen in her tracks today as she stopped, her knees shaking slightly, and stared at the regular who had kindly walked her home the night before. She really had no reason to be so ... what's the word .. anxious? around Vincent but she could not help the way she acted. His words had blended together in his mind like the watercolors she occasionally did at home. Only eight stuck out to her: "May I ask, if Mochi is in today?"

tab tab She didn't think. She just went and spoke mindlessly, every thought that had bothered her vanished for a split second and returned just as quickly, "Yes, I'm here, Vince..." She approached him slowly, her blush coloring her face scarlet, and stopped in front of him. "Sh-...Sh-Shall we sit?" Her cheeks burned as she looked away from him and to the many empty couches that filled the room. "I can make some tea, if that's what you'd like?" Anything.. I just need.. a moment to myself is all.. Straighten things up in my head so I'm not such a blunderbuss.. I mean you came here to relax. Not to worry about me... She glanced up at Vince expectantly, willing a smile to adorn her cheeks as she played with her hands in front of her. Even as another girl entered the room, she did not allow herself to be distracted. I will fix this on my own. I will find out what going on.. .... Oh god just....


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wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww The feels ☞Curious oh Curious!
wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Thoughts ☞ He's.. Vince is requesting me? That hasn't happened in a while...
wwwwwwwwwwwwwwww W—Where am I ☞ Host Club ♥

[DaMaskedood]

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It seemed his question was answered rather quickly as he turned from hanging his jacket up upon hearing the voice he had listened to the evening before as he walked her home. Looking to see Michiko standing in front of him. However, even though she had only spoken a few sentences, Vince could already tell something was troubling her. She was stuttering, the blush dusting her face already. Vince knew it was normally how she acted, it was simply how she was, but it was never this bad so early on... and she had known him long enough to ease up around him, as much as he could around others she was familiar with. He was fairly certain it was related to what had happened at the picnic the previous evening... but he wasn't going to make assumptions, it really wasn't his place, plus he wasn't about to put her on the spot so soon... especially at the front door of the club.

Vincent gave her a soft smile as she offered a place to sit and tea, getting herself into host-mode immediately... something she had almost perfected since the club had started, however at this moment he was very aware that it was nothing more than a front. "Tea sounds wonderful right now..." he said as he took her by the arm, searching for a place to sit. All of the couches and love seats were empty, giving them plenty of selections... however, Vince already knew the seat he wanted... his eyes fell upon the three seater couch that was located directly in front of the main door. The couch that all eyes fell upon the moment they entered the room, perfect for those that wished to be on display, even if they wouldn't admit it... and for a certain boy, that was exactly what he wanted to do.

Gently, Vince made his way over to the couch he had chosen as she prepared the tea, sitting down in the center, giving her the choice of either side when she came back with the drinks. He waited patiently, watching her as she prepared and brought the tea to him. Nodding in thanks as he took the cup she offered him, taking a small sip as she sat down next to him. He was quiet the first few moments, allowing Michiko to get settled in beside him. He watched her carefully, reading through her masking hostess display. "I have to admit Mochi..." he set his cup down, turning to her as he lifted his arm to set it on the backrest behind her. "I couldn't help but notice that something seems to be troubling you..." as usual when he was with a hostess in the club... his voice was kept low, but clear.. so that his hostess could hear, but no one more than a few feet away could if it was quiet. He preferred to keep his sessions as private as he could most of the time...
"There's something on your mind... isn't there? If you, don't mind me asking..."

Vince hoped he could help her with her troubles, even if it seemed almost if the roles were reversed in that case, but it was something he sought out to do for people he cared for...and mostly he wondered if it was about Grey... from what he gathered, she felt the same about Grey that he -supposedly- felt for her... all the more reason he wished to find out.





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[Maximus002]

Maximus
"Life isn't about just talking..."

His heart was racing, beating so fast and so loud that he had to splash more water in his face to calm himself down; the last thing he wanted was an anxiety attack on the first day of school. Cyrus gazed into the mirror in the men's restroom, dried his face from the multiple times he splashed it with water, and talked himself into entering his first class. Cyrus couldn't do this for long however, other students would have thought he was crazy for talking to himself (not that he hasn't been called worst in the past). Cyrus inhaled and exhaled deeply as he mustered up any courage left and walked out the restroom and into the semi-empty hallway. He started to feel better for no stranger's eyes were on him. He didn't know why he was so nervous for he knew this day at a new school would come, his mom wouldn't shut-up about it. She was more excited than he was. Looks of bewilderment came at him when he entered the classroom and sat down in an empty desk. He knew something wasn't right, the people looked different than before and everyone was giggling or whispering, but he calmly ignored it all. Everything seemed to be going good for Cyrus…until the teacher stopped lecturing. He then made his way over to Cyrus's desk and whisper in his ear

"You're in the wrong class sir. This is a 2nd year class and I believe you're a 3rd year student."

Cyrus turned a bright red, shot up out of his seat like a rocket, grabbed his over-the-shoulder bag, and skedaddled out of class; leaving everyone with confused faces and even more perplexed thoughts. With his comfort zone breached whilst also feeling deep embarrassment and dizziness, Cyrus fled to the one place in school where he thought he'd feel at home; the library.

School was soon to be over at this point. Cyrus had spent every period after the earlier incident in the library. Playing video games on his laptop, reading some manga he brought from home, and taking a short nap really helped ease his troubled mind. As Cyrus began packing his things away into his bag, he remembered the New Year's resolution he made: That he was going to break out of his introversive behavior and socialize more. He knew keeping his feelings and thoughts bottled up inside would alienate him from the crowd, but ever since his father died two years prior he's always felt that nothing is worth sharing or worth saying anymore.

"No," he began as he rose from his library seat. "I must keep my promise for this year, I will break out from the depths and void of introversion that holds me back,"

Cyrus stated sternly as he pushed his sleeves up and slapped himself in the face (something random he'd do as a confidence booster, surprisingly it works). He calmly and quietly walked down the halls to his next destination in life, a club he heard about while he was inside the school's files after hacking into the system hours prior out of sheer boredom. He didn't know much about this club, for there wasn't a lot of information about it; however he did find something pertaining to a recent incident, but there were no details on the matter to be found in the records. Cyrus approached the hallway where the club was located, his anxiety was taking over again and he began to sweat profusely. He's already missed half his classes today and now he's about to meet new people. Several negative thoughts clouded Cyrus's mind. "What if I'm rejected like at my old school..?" At that moment, Cyrus remembered the promise he made and why he was doing it. He couldn't let these feelings take over his life and ruin him…no. He was going inside that club and he was going to do it now. An extreme rush of adrenaline rushed in his veins. He ran towards the door at full speed and kicked it in. To his surprise there were people inside already, each one fitting their own personal theme. The most striking and intimidating person was the one who was tall and had kind of a dark figure. Despite the intimidation, it didn't compare to Cyrus's current situation.

"Well…this just got awkward," he said out loud while putting his leg down from its karate side kick position.



OCC

Cyrus
"It's about thinking too..."

[Tall Disco Latte]

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Ryoto had been mostly silent throughout the day. She had run from place to place making sure that everything was 100% perfect. So far things had gone alright, though in her mind things had gone alright. Mochi and Grey seemed to have some trouble with the new student, the red hair male had spent the rest of the night cowering at Vincent's side and keeping silent. Sugar had been her normal sweet self and rushed to aid the boy sometime during the night. Ren had done her usual arrangements and Ryoko figured that the young woman was rather annoyed with her. She didn't mind it though, she rather liked how Ren would give her the cold shoulder. Such emotion made Ryoko even more excited about what she was going to do next. While she waited back and watched the different people in her club she couldn't help but smile as she ran across the field with a bento box in her hand. As the sun began to set and shadows fell over the courtyard. The world seemed to grow more magical in those quiet dark hours, as fireflies fluttered around the picnic and everyone gathered together. In that quiet moment Ryoko gave her final gift for the night. She sent fireworks up to the sky as they exploded into brilliant and bright flowers in the sky. Ryoko couldn't help but smile as stared up at the sky.

The image of which had kept her up all night. Ryoko of course had to tell her very best friend every detail as she tried to convince her to join the club. Kazue would fit in, there was no doubt about that. After all her friend was kind, brilliant, and beautiful to boot. Anyone on the entire planet would come to adore her in a matter of seconds. Surely if she came to the club she would smile a bunch more and have a lot more fun, Ryoko knew she would. So that is why as she was walking towards the club room right after class she was rather excited to see past the wide open doors the beautiful blonde girl standing with her back to the door. She could spot the wavy blonde hair from a mile away and thus Ryoko doing the only reasonable thing that a person could do broke out into a full sprint. She darted down the hallway her strong legs propelled her forward as she cried out. "Kaz-chan~" she screamed it at the top of her lungs as she wrapped her arms around her friend and nearly caused her to topple over with the sheer amount of force behind her. Ryoko caught herself and Kazue she stood holding her friend in a tender hug as she glanced over at Ren and grinned. "Ren-chan, just so you know Kaz-chan is going to join the club. She is a hostess from now on okay?"

Ryoko grinned from ear to ear, there was no way that she was going to negotiate. She turned towards Kaz and took her friend's hands and smiled. "Kaz-chan I am so glad you came! I thought I was going to have to escort you here myself! I want to introduce you to all of your new friends!" Ryoko pivoted and stood next to Kaz she pointed towards the table where Ren was standing. "That's Ren-chan she runs the books of the club. She's super smart and funny, especially when she makes sour faces." Ryoko's hand moved again as she pointed towards Sugar this time, "That sweet looking girl is Sugar-chan. She's in our year and she's super nice." Ryoko quickly moved to Kaz's other side her fingers pointed towards the table ahead of them, "That is Mochi-chan, she's the one with the dark hair. She's really funny and nice to talk to. That broody looking one is Vincent, he is one of our regulars. You'll like him, he's smart!" Her hand moved as she pointed to, well she wasn't quite sure. The male had dark hair and dark eyes, glasses sat on the bridge of his nose and he looked kind of disheveled. Ryoko's mouth opened as she felt something pang in her heart, the word spilled from her eyes locked on this newest visitor.

"Nerd."

☆ Location: Club Room
☆ Company: Kaz, Ren, Sugar, Vincent, Mochi, & Max
☆ Thoughts: 'Who the heck is that?'
☆ OOC: N/A

[Tall Disco Latte]

Sven had an interesting rest of the night. He found himself in a rather unusual situation. It seemed that he really had frightened the young woman of the hostess club. He retreated back into himself not knowing what to say. Perhaps a simple apology would not quite cover all of it. Therefore Sven decided he would leave it alone, at least for now. He would have to make it up to the young woman eventually. He slunk back to Vincent, his only friend seemed unaware of the situation and instead spent the night content among his friends. Sven on the other hand felt a heavy weight upon his back as he snacked on food and tried to suppress the discomfort he felt. The night came as it always did and Sven found himself close to the young pink haired girl, Sugar. He did his best not to sit to close to her out of fear of crushing her entirely beneath his large and clumsy body. Of course that was when the fireworks came and exploded up above the,. Sven could hear her squeaking as she tried to stifle them and hide them away. A part of him reached out to her knowing full well what it was like to hide things out of fee for making others uncomfortable. His eyes lowered as something rang loudly in his heart. He knew now what to do.

Sven walked down a familiar hallway his eyebrows furrowed as people parted ways. He was in a hurry as now he was determined and knew what he had to do. He was like a locomotive unable to be stopped as he plowed through everything in his path. Sven trudged up to a familiar set of doors as the scent of roses that rolled onto the hallway. He stood at the edge of the door seeing a new scene much different from the scene of the day previous. The clubroom was immaculate, the toads seemed as if they had never existed. There was a new girl there, a young woman with blonde hair that stood unmoved while the hyper girl circled around her. Ren stood off with her notebook he could not tell what she was felling. There was Vincent who was with the girl that Vincent had frightened the day previous. There was the pink hair girl from before though, the young woman that he had saved the day previous from the sight of the toads. Though he had failed to save from the sound of fireworks. He smiled faintly as he nodded to his friend and then walked towards Ren.

He stopped a few feet short of the young woman and cleared his throat. As if to announce his presence. He shifted awkwardly unable to really express what he wanted to say right away. He felt his heart pounding as he fiddled with his fingers. "Miss... Ren... I was hopng that you could- help me." Sven continued to battle his own tongue as he averted his eyes from the shorter woman. "You... no... may I join your club?" Sven glanced over at Ren in anticipation his heart pounded in his chest so loudly that he swore the whole club could hear it. "Also... I am not sure with what I am supposed to be doing." Sven admitted now feeling more bashful than before. He glanced over at Sugar for a moment catching just a glimpse of her before he turned his head back to Ren. He awaited her judgement.

☼ Location: Hostess Club
☼ Company: Ren, Sugar, Kaz, Ryo, Max, Vince, & Mochi.
☼ Emotions: Nervous
☼ OOC: N/A

[DaMaskedKitten]

The night was a disaster, Every move he made was wrong. It seemed as though after he translated he had said something wrong as the man looked saddened, almost as if Grey had insulted him. It seemed Michiko was not thrilled with him. He made multiple efforts to make up for his mistake but it seemed every time he finally felt like he may have fixed everything, HE would come over and begin to chat up Michiko. It seemed as if he was doing it just to piss off Grey. This time grey tried to suppress his anger, make it look like he didn't care, but that didn't stop the glares that had been floating around the entire night. At the end of the night they had all been laying on the ground looking up at the stars when grey slipped his arm around the girls shoulders, allowing her to lean into him. As people began to go their own ways, Grey heard a familiar buzz coming from school bag that still lied in the grass, feet away from them. He turned his back for one moment to see the message he had received. He read it with a panicked heart. His mom had gone into the hospital, she had fallen while she was standing on a chair in the kitchen and they were not sure how injured the frail woman was. He knew he had to get home...but he knew he should be a gentleman and walk Michiko home first. He turned slowly, only to realize in the mere seconds he had left to check his message, Vincent has flew in, stealing the girl out from under him. Michiko and Grey caught the eyes of one another and paused for a moment. He recognized the look she was giving him. It was a look of pity. In that moment there he knew he couldn't take anymore, he turned and ran into the night, making his way to spend the night in the Hospital with his mother.


Grey spent almost the entire school day in the Hospital with his mother before she finally convinced him to go to school for the last hour of the day. That school was the last places he wanted to be at that moment in time. He wanted to pretend nothing had happened and all was normal, but being at the school he knew that was just a child's dream. There were only 20 minutes left in the class before he would be released and would be making the walk back to the hospital, when he remembered his journal. Greys journal was his prized possession, he wrote all his poems and his so tires in that book. He sat back for a moment, truing to remember where he had placed it and a feeling of dread washed over him. He had left the book in a secret drawer in one of the window seats in the host room. He sighed, knowing when the final bell rang he would have to make his way to the host club room and retrieve it. He knew both Michiko and Vincent would both be there. He was just going to slip in and out and avoid being seen. Grey day dreamed for the rest of the class, pictures of the pale girl and the malicious bad boy tormented his head.


With the final ring of the bell Grey rushed down the hallways, hoping he would arrive before anyone else. He paused in front of the doors and took a deep breath before pushing the door open.



His heart stopped. There they were. Sitting in his Direct line of vision. Talking, Laughing, Flirting

He couldn't take it. He put his head down and rushed to the seat, Grabbing his journal from the compartment, turning around, Taking one last look at the two and walking out, Slamming the door
behind him.

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Where am I: Host Club Hallway
Who is with me: No one
How do I feel; Hurt, Betrayed, Angry