██ █ ┋❝GAKUEN↷MIRAI❞ (MOVING)

I have cookies . . .

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[xLiemx]

Arisato_Shiryu

Medusa's Eye

- Second Year Second Stage -

The treacherous Sunset
wipes the irratation off my brow
My bike engine roars
As if it's singing a song

♦Location:

west wing hall towards the direction of kitchen/common room

♦Status:

wearing my uniform

♦Company:

3rd year boys, kuroda-sensei, the newspaper ppl outside in the hall, then lastly reiko

♦OOC

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Another year, another opportunity. Maybe...Maybe this time senpai will notice me? Hah not at this school. That's the stuff of poorly written dramas and fan fiction. Another year means another level of survivin'. But survivin' ain't gotta be hard. Last year with it's ups and downs did prove 'helpful'. Sure he'd love to stick his head out the walls one day and see maybe the rock idols up close and live. The things he would do just to get a photo with Yui. But for now, this caged school will be his home for next portion of the year. The second year. He's learnt enough from year one. A quick learner - when he needs to be. Which teachers are lenient, where to get the candy and which foods to avoid in the cafeteria. Yeah all that probably wasn't quite impressive, more so smarts than actual intellect. The boy did learn a good deal of his powers though. Goes to show the school can be somewhat 'helpful'. Still, practice makes perfect and you gotta keep at it to win it...But we can practice later right? I mean it's still early in the school year and the alarm bell hasn't gone off. It probably won't for a while too. A Saturday means Shiryu ain't rising and shining any time soon. Just five more minutes? How about another two hours? Or so he'd hoped. He wasn't going to get one more minute. Not with the scream, waking up the whole west wing.

"Z'eriously...it's too early yo..." A muffled sound came from beneath his pillows. Getting back to sleepy time isn't so easy and not with the newspaper boy next to him up and about. Sure dude, don't say a word but it would also help if you can be even quieter. Why'd they pop him in this room anyways with the first yearer? He was pretty sure when he checked, the room assigned said it was empty. His roomie's also a photographer. If Shiryu was ever caught off guard then oh wow - so scandalous. But to be fair, Shiryu isn't the most interesting guy and he doesn't really do anything with the 'wow' factor the newspaper club wants. Y'know those things flowin the rumour mill? Yeah that's the sort of stuff those writers are looking for. A least that's what he thinks.

"Oi oi...quietly...bro..." The commotion outside wasn't so soft to the sleepy ears. He's not goign to be able to put himself back to sleep now. Tch, guess it's time to wake up. The dark haired male sat upright on his side of the dormitory. He fixed up his alarm clock and sorta tidied his desk. Alright, next was to quickly do his bed and freshen up. As much as the others think it's swell to do, he makes sure he's ready before walking out. PJs are comfy, super comfy but that doesn't mean you gotta parade around them in the morning. He did the normal in the bathroom. Y'know? The early mornin ritual. Brush teeth, fix hair, clean face. Oh and yeah and change real quick to the school clothes - with tie down in the 'messy' fashion. Alright, taking the necessities, he checked the room on side to see all was good. Eh neat enough he supposed. He never checks his roomie's side. The first year newbie probably has his own way of ordering stuff. Wouldn't want to stumble upon a chest of unspeakable photo's now...would we?

Nah we wouldn't. He closed the door behind, still with the sleepy look plastered on his face, he stumbles around reaching for the kitchen. Letting out a soft yawn he begins his easy going trek. Food first. As he continued he really did wonder if it's as early as every says it is. On the ground floor, there seems to be two crowds. One was around and half inside Midori's room. The other was full of the 3rd year boys. Supposed something happened? Probably but he doesn't care.

"Mornin' " he waves as he quickly passes the boys. He walks in a slow and rather dopey notion. Still, he manages his way through the hall without bumping into anyone. "Sup' Sensei." he announces as he walks by the teacher. Quite sure that's almost a too personal way to say hello when speaking to teachers though. Looks like the teacher's going his direction, but faster. Is he going to the kitchen too? No, maybe the common area or outta this building. "Heya journalist peeps." he greets as he passes them. Yeah he's not going to stop and exchange formalities over the course of a good 15 or so minutes. He's hungry and he's pretty sure they're busy...with whatever that is going on the room. He let out another yawn as he near's the end of the corridor. Oh whats this? There seems to be another person there. A third yearer with dark pinkish hair and like usual, he doesn't know her name. Whatever.

"Mornin senpai. Up cause it's early? Or cuz it's early that your up?" He greeted her with a lazy smile. That question of his probably made very little sense but hey a greeting's a greeting and you don't have to make sense to be friendly. She seemed busy? No that's not the word. She looks occupied but doesn't seem to be. Oh wells. He walked right past her and continued walking towards the kitchen. Shall we have noodles for breakfast as usual? Or spice things up and make pancakes?

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Roar Out Loud

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...Bet Still...Be Stone

[jazz chat]

FASTER, FASTER `████████████

これらの十代の心臓が速く鼓動得るましょう

>> I'VE GOT MORE WIT, A BETTER KISS, A HOTTER TOUCH, A BETTER FUCK
❝ than any boy you'll ever meet ↺ sweetie you have me ❞

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swim team captain, basketball player, pheromone controller

Nero clicked his tongue and growled playfully at the vibrantly-colored girl when she used her threatening voice to swat his hands away. He put his hands up in playful surrender, giving her a little bit more space as she cursed and said something about a hime? Nero didn't really catch that, she was so intimidating that it was almost cute. "Calm down, we'll find whatever it is you lost," he soothed, but all he could pay attention to was her dilated pupils. Nero's eyes narrowed knowingly as he straightened his back. Nanase wasn't as cold as she wanted to make it seem, or at least, her body was refusing to cooperate because she was already falling under his spell without him even trying. He could read his co-captain like a book, he liked to believe. But sometimes, she tried so hard to contradict her primal instincts that her actions and reactions were far from what he expected.With a cool smirk, he looked down into the water and tried to find anything odd at the bottom of the pool that could've been the object she was looking for. His eyes shot up sharply when the shadow of her hand blurred his vision. What was she doing? Was she going to pet his haaaaAHH! She was pushing his head down with surprising strength and now all of a sudden he was opening his eyes under water and moving around to try and get away from her grasp, the chlorine stinging slightly without his goggles. He heard her muffled voice through the water, and he almost felt like she had murderous intentions. She wouldn't though...right? No, he's too pretty.

When it seemed that he had finally found a way to escape her grasp, she let him go. Nero came up out of the water and took in a big gulp of air. He rubbed his eyes to remove the sting and shook his head to shake off excess water. He was about to demand, firmly, that she tell him the reason for her unexpected actions, but when he finally opened his eyes, he was taken aback by the look in her eyes. 'Nero-kun?' His jaw went slack, staring at her with awe-struck eyes. He wasn't shifting his pheromones right now, but she was acting like a normal girl would when he used his powers. She told him to close his eyes, and Nero had a feeling that he probably shouldn't. But then he shook his head as a goofy grin spread across his lips. The infamous Ijiri Nanase was actually going to strip for him? Well, if she was going to strip for anyone, it was going to be him , thank goodness Kaito can't read minds. So naturally, Nero closed his eyes and waited as patiently as he could for the usually unresponsive girl to do whatever she had to do. He felt the water shift and tickle his abs as she moved towards him, and he was so tempted to open his eyes to watch. It wasn't every day that she was willing to do what he asked without question, especially when he it came to his flirting.

"I won't, geez...Does this make me your sugar daddy now?" he slurred playfully, a breathy chuckle escaping as he felt her bare arm wound around him. Wait..wasn't she wearing a hoodie? And why was her arm so wiggly...? She must have rolled up her sleeves or something. He floated in the water, his patience nearing its end, as he felt her shift and move away from him. Nero's brows furrowed together in confusion when he heard the weight of her body lift from the water. Why was she going away? Probably to drop her clothes over the edge of the pool or something. Wait...WAIT...if she was over there...then why was her arm still........?

"You can look now~"

Nero's eyes shot open even before she finished her statement and whirled his head down at his shoulder. Nero froze, his eyes widening in fear and his body growing cold with panic. Neatly wrapping around his strong shoulders was a very hungry looking snake. The snake, Hime, tilted its head at Nero playfully. Nero's breath stopped dead in his throat, not daring to move for fear of doing something completely uncool and unmanly. No, it's okay. He could deal with this. Just don't move and maybe it'll leave. Nanase kept this thing with her at all times and she was fine. Maybe he wasn't the snake's type! Yeah. Instantly, thoughtlessly, Nero shifted his pheromones to smell similar to Nanase's natural scent, hoping that the snake would relax and confuse him for Nanase. Nero's breath hitched and eyes nearly popped out of his head as he watched the snake's reaction, his muscled tensed painfully as his stomach flipped. The snake stuck out its tongue and hissed, looking at him with what he thought said: 'You're so yummy, Nero, I'm going to eat you'. Ssssssssssssssth.

"AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

A very girly, high-pitched scream echoed throughout the entire school, but it couldn't have been him, right? His mouth was gaping open and his throat was coarse, but Nero would never do something so unmanly! Completely freaked out with the scream that evidently left his own lips and the snake around him, he ducked his head underwater and shifted away from the snake as it was removed from his neck and slithered in the water. Nero kicked his leg up and effectively kicked the snake out of the water and away from him. With an exasperated breath and frantic eyes, Nero came back up to the surface and looked around to make sure that the snake was gone. He sighed shakily as he saw the snake now near Nanase, slithering around like nothing had happened, that b*****d! He gulped for air and panted, trying to regain his composure and slow his rapid heart beat as he tried to relax into the water. The phermones revert to neutral, slightly shifting to affect Nanase unconsciously. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he followed Nanase's wet feet up to her expectant face. Had he really screamed like that? He didn't think his voice went that high... He glared at Nanase and pouted. "Do you think this is funny?" he asked lowly, his voice slightly raspy from the effort of his scream.

Dammit, his pride. His pride and manhood was shot dead. Pwned. KO'd. Oh, if she wanted a war, she would get one. Nero stood up fully then, the water reaching just above his hips. Enough to cover the cobra, but that was no use anyway because she has already been acquainted with him once. "You can't deny our connection!" he reminded her with big eyes, water dripping down his bangs and onto his cheeks. "You've seen all of me, we're bonded now!" he exclaimed, the panic in his veins now completely gone. He was ready to regain his pride! He tilted his head to the snake on the ground and sneered at it fearlessly. Yeah, that's right. Okudaira Nero was afraid of no snake. "Sending your little snake after me? Please. We both know that I have the bigger snake. You would know, you've seen it. Don't think I don't know," he smirked seductively, his eyes gleaming with amusement at his innuendo. And there we go. He was back. As long as no one else came in here, he could probably leave with his pride restored and his pants, no damage done.


WITH: Nanase and little snake
AT: pool
MOOD: scared cocky
THEME: ♚


OOC




Soaru

[Dak672]

"My philosophy is if I can make
just one person laugh
or just smile
by my actions,
then I have done
a great service to
whoever I affected."




『Mood: Awake, Hungry and Slightly Confused』
『Location: Dorm Room 4, West Wing』
『Company: Miss Hiraoka Shiroibara(?)』

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A great man once said that 'the purpose of our lives is to be happy'. Unfortunately, in reality, the purpose of human life was more obscured. Especially with the existence of the human beings known as "Tainted". Despite the present government's attempt to keep everything secretive, the world, already filled with sadness, grew darker for some dozen people who were 'fortunate' enough to become superhuman. From those attempts, Gakuen Mirai was built; One, as a way to train the children of the Tainted and Two, to integrate them into the government's services. Tate Kurou knew all of this thanks to the talkative lips of his father. He knew of the hypocrisy the Government had and of what the future may mean to his fellow peers and himself. It was almost painfully obvious.

Yet, Kurou did not think about it much.

To him, one thing mattered more than anything in the cold and desolate world: the happiness of others. If he was required to, the Alpha boy would push his body to its limits if it would make a person smile at least once. Truthfully. Of course, Kurou knew it was highly irrational of himself to be willing to go to such extremes just for a smile.

The problem was that the world had too much sadness in it, and he wanted almost desperately to lessen it.

Of course, there were several consequences to wielding such an irrational philosophy.

Slowly opening his eyes, Kurou came face-to-face with the wall that had claimed one side of his bed. Sighing, he attempted to roll over, only to be met by a barrage of muscular pain all over his arms and legs. Unfortunately, the Alpha boy could not say that the soreness in his body was acquired after a successful campaign against melancholy and distress. In fact, he would rather not think about the fatigue he had. Another day awaited, and thus his self-imposed duty was waiting for him.

Managing to endure until he stood up from his bed, Kurou yawned quietly as he stretched his arms. As his mind followed after him in the daily ritual of waking up, the first year peeked over at the other side of the room, where the bed of his roommate had taken residency. Eyes widening, Kurou looked down at his person, and then let out a sigh of relief upon seeing that he indeed had on some shorts and a T-shirt. Although the school allowed for co-ed dorms, the idea of sharing a room with a girl only served to increase the self-consciousness levels of both affected parties. Shaking his head once, Kurou figured that he might as well wake his female roommate up with a smile. Theoretically, people start with better moods when they are awaken by a smiling person. Approaching the bed, the boy checked the time; smiling upon seeing that it was a Saturday. That meant he would have time to stroll around and meet more people, and hopefully make them laugh or just smile.

Reaching his destination, the first year cleared his throat before reaching for the covers of his roommate.

"Hiraoka-Sempai, it's time to say hello to the beautiful morning!" Kurou exclaimed as he pulled the covers up, revealing... more covers. Dumbfounded for a second, the Alpha boy finally realized that his roommate, Hiraoka Shiroibara, was not in the room at all.

'She must have woken up earlier. Maybe she went to the common room?' A second after he came up with the thought, he dismissed it, deeming it unlikely. Shiroibara was a timid girl, and even with the benefit of the doubt, it still seemed farfetched that she would have gone to the Common Room for no apparent reason. Sighing again, Kurou shrugged, and then proceeded towards the kitchen, his stomach quietly reminding him of the duty all humans, Tainted or Normal, had to feeding themselves.

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petite oiseau __ aristina

[Shousie]

Somewhere, the music teacher had finally found the strength to throw his legs over the side of his bed and stand up before heading out into the world. Or rather, the rest of his room; as he still had to search the pile of clean clothes he had left lying around somewhere over there after washing them and pull on something nice before he would actually be able to greet the world with his presence. And take a shower. That would probably be a good idea too. And brush his hair... and teeth... yeah. You get the point. Beatrice on the other hand was already fully dressed and awake – not at all hungover like he was. She even had enough energy to ask him whether she knew him or not. A thing that managed to piss him off slightly as he rather liked to be recognized – and even if it wasn’t as the vocalist from the ex-band Demon Dayz, than at least as a teacher that was already working here for over three years! ”You should.” He replied bluntly, throwing the pillow he still had been holding back onto the bed before stumbling further into his side of the room. He really couldn't see though, but he knew the basic layout of the dorm. Unless someone decided to be a troll and move everything... so, pretty much what Beatrice was doing right now. It was then when he stood in something sharp... and shiny. It took him a bit, but eventually he recognized the little pile of sadness, bend metallic framework and broken glass as the sunglasses she had thrown to the ground; now completely ruined.

He ended up giving her a notorious speech containing various publicly-censored-vocabularies.

Once he had finished doing that, Kata gritted his teeth, trying to pick gather the pieces of his broken sunglasses from the floor. Which had become even harder to do because by now she had stepped on it too; spreading the glass out even further. But it was okay—he could tape it back together! He just needed a lot of patience ... and duct tape ... and ... oh, to hell with this. ”I can see that.” The music teacher spat out as he threw the sunglasses into a nearby trashcan. Oh God, if he didn't remember she was the best science teacher they had ever had and there's no way the headmaster would let him off scot-free if anything was to happen to her, she'd already be dead with her own foot in her mouth. Not that the’d watched too many horror movies to be able to imagine himself stuffing Beatrice's foot into her mouth... well, maybe he had. So what? ”I was just wondering what defect in your brain thought it would be okay to go ahead and destroy your new roommates stuff.” Maybe he should try just to kick this p***k of a woman out of his room again; as he was no longer really giving a damn anymore if they were supposed to share a room after a proper and justified decision-making between him and the rest of the staff -- you know, the rock-paper-scissors thing he had lost. She could sleep in the hallway and see if he would care much about her catching a cold or getting kicked by unaware students in the middle of the night.

As the... well, I suppose you could call it a conversation of some sorts continued, the music teacher was soon to find out that he wasn’t the only teacher in this room that had seen his share of horror movies; as Beatrice was already talking about taking his eyes out. Probably thinking about placing them into a jar too, now that they were on the subject anyway. ’Hurrah; more crazy.’ And here he had been thinking that they were already filled up after she had broken half the stuff he had been displaying on his desk. Okay, technically hers now too, but still! Wait—why was she staring at the desk so intently now..? He had only been kidding about the jars for his eyes!! She wasn’t... seriously considering it... right? Oh god. To make matters even worse; a loud thumb sounded, making him cringe and even startling Beatrice – with her, all the dead things on display. Katashi found himself staring at her and the creatures as she snarled at the wall, eyes the size of saucers as a shiver ran up his spine – what in hell was happening here?! What had she done to his room to cause this to happen?!

..maybe he should start sleeping in Mika and Masato’s room. At least they didn’t have-- well, whatever that was in their room. Nor the things she’d brought.

Bonus: they would most likely also not try and steal his eyeballs... Well, maybe Mika would, but he could always be bribed with coffee. Hopefully. ”J-Just... stop decorating our room with dead things.” Katashi stammered, now completely thrown out of his comfort zone as he quickly scooped one of his (somewhat) clean smelling shirts off the ground, along with some pants, before quickly disappearing into the bathroom. Probably to take a shower and do something about that rat’s nest on top of his head that he referred to as hair – oh, and to have a minor mental breakdown after his talk with Beatrice. Damn... she was scary. And well; yeah. Maybe, just maybe he would consider joining the outside world again once he had finished up here in the bathroom... and after he had smashed one of those jars she had brought with the strange (and let’s just to pray to god that it wasn’t) human looking flesh in it. Because it was gross and he did not want such things in his room.

And then he would die. Most likely.

It was still Beatrice after all.


❝ xxx Company - None(?).xxxxLocation - His Dorm Bathroom.xxxClothes - Changing.xxx ❞

ooc - sorry for the wait. hope
this post makes it up a bit

[almondeu]

howl▇▇▇⋮❝NEITHER YOUR FRIEND
_________________howleu blah blah howlNOR YOUR ENEMY format by howleu I AM THE PUPPET MASTER
R A V IOLIW E L C O M E xx T O xx T H E xx N I G H T .
by howleu&n.never! comeback◞ ⇪levi ( ♔ )*
oh look it's rivaille L E T ` S x L E A V E x T O N I G H T. x Y O U ` R E x T H E x C H O S E N x K N I G HT !
oh look it's rivaille L E T ` S x L E A V E x T O N I G H T. x Y O U ` R E x T H E x C H O S E N x K N I G HT !
x ravioli ravioliNAKAO MIKA god damnit eren jaeger yaeger jaegeryaeger ART TEACHER

heichou heichou heichou█ x ♔⋮★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ howleu howleu ♔⋮nero and nanase
heichou heichou heichou█ x ♔⋮outfit howleu howleu howl♔⋮pool

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There was never anything special about the weekends. Sure, there were no classes in session, so he was free to do whatever he wanted, but at the same time, he wasn't. Though he would often get his weekly dose of obnoxious teenagers running down the hall shrieking "FREEEEEEEEEEEDOM" - or in some special cases, "FREEEEE - oh, uh, I meant, oh, I wish I could spend more time learning about sculpting with sensei, and oh is that ___-chan calling for me?" - every Friday afternoon, he felt anything but that nonexistent sense of freedom. He was still trapped within these walls, still shunned from the rest of humanity, and still obligated to carry out his duties on campus to make sure the building doesn't burn down - not that he would care, of course. It would actually be a god damn miracle if a meteorite came crashing down and spare him from his misery, but he'll save his tragic death for another time. After all, things had yet to get interesting.

Mika had been testing his newest creation around campus during most of the early morning, making sure it functioned properly without any defects as he walked it over different surfaces. There was a strange satisfaction that came from it - as though he were a father watching his kid walk for the first time. It was a perfect time, too, considering how most of the students preferred to sleep in during the weekends. It was a shame not all of them followed the same pattern - and actually even he didn't back then - but that wasn't too much of a problem. They weren't all brainless idiots like some; it didn't even take much of a genius to know that it probably wasn't such a good idea to approach the man. Maybe if they were looking for a death sentence, then sure, go nuts. Concentration was key to his ability. And although he was a master of his craft, there was still room for accidents, and if anything, it was better to be safe than sorry.

Left, right. Left, right.

From behind, Mika followed the puppet's movements closely, noting the relation between each of its individual limbs with every step. It wasn't a completed model, just a prototype before he could finally add some final touches to his wooden masterpiece - paint, human hair which can't be too hard to get a hold of, clothing, and maybe some poison, too, if he was feeling a little creative. This one was also life-sized, a rarity considering how he normally stuck to smaller models, which were a tad safer, he'd like to say (and also because of his height issues). His puppets may be works of art, but they still made dangerous weapons, regardless of size or material. With a lazy flick of his wrist, he sent the puppet into the air. Its hard jaws clattered together noisily as it spun once - no, twice - in midair before landing smoothly on its feet; its faceless head turned to its master as though waiting for further instruction. Dark grey eyes swept over the wooden figure from head to toe as the puppeteer calmly approached it. He began to prod at possible weak spots, eyes flickering upwards to see it would budge. Nothing. 'So far so good,' Stepping back again, he dragged out a long sigh and carded his hand through his hair. "They're serving sushi in the cafeteria today....." He murmured. "They'll probably disappear before I even get there...ugh, spoiled brats." He was about ready to finally release his puppet from his spell, only to be interrupted by a deafening screech.

"AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

His focus had faltered, causing the puppet to crash onto the cement with a loud clatter, and really, judging by that loud crack, he didn't even have to look down to know something had snapped off. Well, damn, that was two weeks of his life he'd never get back, and possibly even another worthless life he'd have to take away. Mika stared in the direction of the school's swimming pool in disbelief. Now what kind of dying animal could have done that? Tearing his gaze away from the building for a brief second, he gestured at the puppet to rise again, mouth twitching in annoyance at its choppy movements. He soon found its hand twitching feebly on the cement, all in its scratched-up, body-less glory. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he let out a long sigh. 'Dear Lord remind me why I shouldn't strangle others right on the spot...'

Huh, what do you know? No answer. Guess, that settled it.

Aside from whichever nitwits were currently taking a swim at eight in the morning, the building was pretty much deserted. He wasn't too familiar with the place, mostly since he had pretty much avoided the area like the plague. Chlorine, lazy kids urinating in the water, the feeling of damp cloth sticking to his skin, the thought of getting his puppets wet - yeah...definitely not his cup of tea. Honestly, he wasn't particularly sure exactly what he was going to expect when he got there. "Just hope I don't regret this later....."

"We both know that I have the bigger snake. You would know, you've seen it. Don't think I don't know,"

Aaaaand he spoke to soon.

He counted two sitting ducks - three, if he wanted to count the serpent. His eyes flickered between the two students and the messy, pile of clothes on the floor. And what the hell, is that brat naked?! [******** gross. A dark shadow stretched over the tiles as the man stood over them, his gaze suddenly murderous. "Sorry, thought I heard a little girl screaming for help, so I came to check things out. Am I interrupting something?" The faceless puppet teetered to his side, clanking its wooden teeth together noisily as if greeting them.





mayhem lollipop


Soaru

accidentally quoted you guys on my testing thread ._.
and i have no idea what i just wrote. i stayed up all night writing this. |D ;;;;;

[vague and vogue]

━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ( hair manipulation ) ━ ( first year ) ━ ( journalist )
━━━ALL WE NEED IS A LITTLE BIT OF INERTIA ❖
━━━━━LOCATION: WEST WING'S GROUND FLOOR CORRIDOR━━━━WITH: HILDE + SHOUTING AT YASUO & KAITO


Ohhh, why was it so hard to run? Kotori hopped onwards, flinging both arms outwards in a bid to balance herself.

“Ms. Shimizu!”

The familiar voice of her homeroom teacher had her frozen in mid-stride, hair drooping slightly as the taller man walked towards her.

“Where are you headed in such a hurry?”

Oh, Kami-sama, why is sensei so tall?? Kotori shirked back a little, giving a small, awkward bow to the other as their gazes met. She was glad that the teacher chose to squat; it made him less intimidating.

“Look, I understand your power is a little more noticeable than the other student’s but I’m asking you to tone it down a little. Everything is fine but you can’t go rushing through the halls like that.”

"I'm sorry, Kuroda-sensei..."

“Now if you would please pick up what you knocked over.”

"Huh? Um... okay...?" She tilted her head questioningly, turning back to see what Kuroda-sensei meant. Oh no!!! Her hair turned bright blue at the sight of several items knocked onto the floor by her flailing hair. Just as she was about to turn back and start picking them up, Hilde appeared.

"Kotori-san took you long enough. Turns out the scream, was nothing more then Tanaka-san's evil morning deeds."

"Hilde-chan!" she chirped happily, eyes widening in confusion. "Eh?? The student council president?" With her emotions becoming less excited and more bewildered, Kotori's hair began to calm down, shortening till they pooled around her socked feet on the floor.

"Isn't this Miyagami-senpai and Koizumi-senpai's room? Why was he inside?" Spotting a half-naked person several paces in front, along with another dark-haired male, she nudged Hilde curiously. "Isn't that Tanaka-senpai? Why is he covered in..." her hands waved about exaggeratedly to point out the places that his skin was covered in glitter. Okudaira Nero, her room-mate, had been walking about in their room half-naked so many times that despite having known him for a short while, Kotori was fast becoming immune to the sight of a boy's naked torso.

"Kami-sama, what if that shiny thing on him is an ALIEN??" Kotori's hair brightened into neon blue as she raised her voice to the two boys some distance away. "Tanaka-senpai!!!!!! Don't worry!!! Just don't move and the alien won't squeeze you to death!! Hold on!!!" She grabbed Hilde's hand."We've got to help him!" She said frantically, caught up in her imagination to deal with the situation a little more realistically.

[Dead Mans Bell]

tab Kaito blinked at Masato's comment about making his presidency of the kendo club official.

Wait, what?

That hadn't been declared yet?

Well, s**t.

tab Guess there was no backing out of it now though... Well whatever, it meant that Naomi would stop bothering him about it, at least. Kaito shook the teacher's hand unenthusiastically and gave a brief nod of his head. "See you then, Sensei," he mumbled dejectedly. While on some level he knew that he wouldn't be doing anything different than he already was by becoming president of the kendo club, he didn't like that he actually was supposed to be responsible or a role model. Yuck.

”Shut up, Kaito. Or I’ll hug you.”

tab An amused grin broke out across Kaito's face at Yasuo's threat. While yes, indeed touching the student council president hurt like a b***h, it didn't really bother Kaito. Annoying the ******** out of Yasuo was usually beyond worth any temporary damage he sustained in the process. He didn't think that his friend quite realized yet that threats of pain were more like incentives for him. Not that he had any intention of telling Suo that. It was far too much fun to pester usually so unflappable brunette.

tab Kaito opened his arms as if welcoming the hug, walking sideways down the hall so he could face Yasuo. "Aw, buddy," he began in a mocking tone, "I never knew you cared!" After a second's thought, Kaito snapped his arms back to his sides and shuffled another foot away from the sparkly president. He wrinkled his nose before adding, "On second thought, no hugs for you until after you get a shower. This is my good vest."

tab Kai reached over and swiped a finger across Suo's shoulder, not caring that it made his the skin on his finger sizzle and burn for a minute before quickly healing back to it's usual color so he could get a look a the glittery substance. "Seriously though, what the hell is this stuff?" He gave a sniff and frowned, "It smells flowery."

"Tanaka-senpai!!!!!! Don't worry!!! Just don't move and the alien won't squeeze you to death!! Hold on!!!"

tab They were almost out of the hall when Kaito heard the feminine voice call out to them. He halted his steps to turn and just stare at the freshmen from across the hall, completely dumbfounded by her ridiculous statement. "Wait, what?"





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tab Attire {usual - red tie}
tab Company {Yasuo, Kotori & everyone else in the hall}
tab Location { west wing dorm - ground floor hallway}
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[celeriter]

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KAZEHARA CHIAKI

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♦ First Day: Rhapsody In Blue ♦

The day was still young, dawn lingered in the soft sun and shadows from the night hid themselves underneath leaves, bodies, birds in refusal to abandon their once strong grip on the earth. The sky was so blue to and all was peaceful. But, the key word here is was. Yes, everything was serene and beautiful, and then Chiaki awoke. Her big grey eyes with heavy lids lazily grazed the floor, inched across the walls and settled with unmistakable malice on an unsuspecting door. From behind the portal came murmuring followed by unexplainable yelling, and ,possibly, a war shriek. What exactly this all meant did not matter at the moment. What did matter was that now a rather irritable red-head had been roused from a very deep, satisfying sleep. There would be hell to pay.

Payment would have to wait though, because right now the aforementioned red-head is in no position to dole out any much needed punishment. Chiaki, wrapped up in her sheets and comforter like a dead Egyptian princess, made a move to lift herself from her bed but decided on a different route and rolled off instead."Oh, good lord. What time is it?" "It's almost eight. Maybe a little past that time." A curtain of velvet colored hair with arms began to lift Chiaki out of her burial shroud grunting it called out," Hey! Chiaki help me lift Chiaki!" There was a stomp stomp and then Chiaki could feel herself being lifted of the floor.

Without grace or even the pretense of grace she was carried across the room arms held by one doppelganger and legs held by another. If she wanted to Chiaki could have created a fourth and played jump-rope with herself, but she wasn't in the mood. While being placed upright on a chair Chiaki caught a glance of her desk and the letters steadily piling themselves into hazardous towers." We should write mom, yeah?" After her swift removal by the government Chiaki hadn't seen her mother since, but they had kept up a regular correspondence through letters and the occasional text. Her mother even sent Chiaki gifts and money.After her grandfather had died, he left everything to her mother so she was doing well,Chiaki's mother had also remarried. Thinking about it, her forehead and eyebrows knit in concentration, she decided," Latter maybe, but not right now."

While deep in though Chiaki didn't even notice as she was stripped down, redressed, and then re-redressed. She was only brought from her intellectual stupor when she exclaimed," We look good today! Real good!" Chiaki two and three high-fived each other over Chiaki one's head.Standing and brushing off invisible lint from her black slacks she said." I'll be the judge of that." In response from over her shoulder she could hear two identical voices say in unison," You already were!" With a dismissive wave of her hand Chiaki's clones dispersed into air and sunlight. Appraising herself in the mirror Chiaki was satisfied that she looked properly trim, and "dependable". In truth she looked like a be-ruffled maestro. Which is to say she looked nothing like what trim, and dependable normally should look like.Now about that door.

"I'm really not in the mood to deal with any students at this moment. I don't know what I'll do if they Kazehara sensei me this or Kazehara sensei me that." Looking around for an alternate route of escape Chiaki's grey eyes settled upon her window, but this time they did so with unmistakable joy. Skipping over to the window she lovingly opened it and let the sweet spring breeze waft in. Then, after a careful scanning of her surroundings to make sure no one was watching, Chiaki began to cumbersomely mount the window sill . " Keeping up appearances is real hard work, but someone has to do it"

♦ Where now? West Wing, Teacher's Dorm Room 1 ♦ With Who Now? Herself ♦ And Your Feeling What Now? Lazy & Silly ♦

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You Know Me All to Well But You'll Never Have The Chance To Find Out Who I am. Who I really Am

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[Shousie]

As Kaito opened his arms for a hug, Suo merely stared at him with a look on his face that seemed to say something along the lines of ’You’ve got to be kidding me’ and holding onto that look for quite a long moment before actually replying to the other guy – eyebrows raised up high. ”Kaito, I find your newly found deep love for me flattering.. but I don’t swing that way.” He explained before shaking his head and shifting his gaze back towards the hallway – listening with half an ear as his friend mentioned having changed his mind about the hug. ”Ahh, too bad. And just when I was looking forward to actually burning your chest off.” He noticed sarcastically, attempting to keep a small grin from appearing on his face as he did so. Yasuo was known for not showing much emotion in public, as nothing really ever caught his interest, but at least Kaito, Nero and some of his other friends (usually the ones that like him, were up to no good nine out of the ten times) were able to make him smile... or well, more like grin or chuckle. every so often -- not that he would ever admit that.

He was distracted by a sizzling noise coming from his shoulder; only to find his friend whipping some off the powder off his shoulder when he looked to the side. Almost instantly Yasuo took a step back, sending Kaito a glare as he did so. Over the past few years, Suo had grown quite accustomed to avoiding other people’s touch... but the fact that Kaito was actually touching him out of his own free will managed to rub him the wrong way. Especially since he was basically burning off his own skin by doing so. ”It’s probably Anthrax.” Suo dead-panned just after he had noticed Kaito sniffing at the small sample he had on this fingers now. That very blank expression stayed on his face for a moment longer as he waited for the information to be processed by Kaito’s brain, before the president allowed a small grin to appear on his face. Midori had been so angry... she was probably wishing right now that the powder was in fact some kind of life-threatening chemical. ”Heh... at least, that Idol-sama sure did look like she wanted to kill me.” Okay, so maybe it wasn’t anthrax. Even he doubted that the headmaster was lacking to even such an extent that he would actually allow someone to bring a chemical like anthrax into the school. Yeah, the strange glittery powder he was covered in was probably make-up. Probably. Oh damn... it better come off in the shower. Otherwise he would be looking like some kind of strange disco ball for the rest of the day. These thoughts however, were interrupted when he heard his name being called; and instead Suo found himself coming to a halt and back over his shoulder to find the origin of the sound.

”Don't worry!!! Just don't move and the alien won't squeeze you to death!! Hold on!!!”

Wait; what? Yes. On this, he actually very much agreed with Kaito -- what on earth was wrong with this girl? An alien? Okay, true, Kaito wasn’t mother’s prettiest, but calling him an alien was a bit over the line, wasn’t it? Wait. Was she referring to the idol make-up that was all over him? Okay.. uhm... he wasn't proud to admit it: but it was glitter. Just glitter and nothing more. So let him ask himself this very calm and quietly; HOW COULD SHE EVEN MISTAKE THAT FOR AN ALIEN?! Just-- urgh. How old was this girl? ”Okay. Is she very stoned or something?” The council president questioned as he watched the girl dragging another person with her and quickly nearing them. Hm, maybe if he would make a beeline for his room now she wouldn’t catch up.


❝ xxx Company - Kaito, Kotori. xxxxLocation – West Wing; Hallway.xxxOutfit - Pyjama Pants.xxx ❞

[find me at __ mirrcr]

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xxxxs t a b b i n g us with fangs, you c r u m b l e .

"Pochi!!" she whined anxiously in a soft tone. "Stop being mean and give me your bed! ~"

It's not exactly unusual for the girl to get up early, but in this case, it's probably TOO early. The domestic Shiroibara was in the process of getting her pets sleeping quarters cleaned up so it's fresh and as new as it can get. Her eyes were focused on the energetic retriever as it huffed and puffed, refusing to give up his cushion. His little paws were firmly on the cushion and his stance was a stance ready to pounce her if she came any closer. It wasn't like him to disobey her orders and it's been going on for several weeks already. At least in terms of that cushion. Shiroibara had tried to get different people to get the cushion, but to no avail. It became highly protective of it and would not let them get away with his "Fiiiine!" she whined again. "Let's let you go outside to use the restroom then ..."

She watched him as he stared back at her and then proceeded to get off the cushion slowly. After he had safely walked to her side, she lunged for the cushion and almost succeeded in grabbing it til Pochi lightly, but roughly, bit her head. "Okay, okay, I give up!!" she squeaked in a crying tone, letting go of the cushion and watching him settle it back comfortably in it's frame. "Next time then!" she declared, her cheeks puffing up while small drips of blood trickled down her face. "Let's go for that walk now ..." Pochi huffed and led the way out while looking back at her once or twice, just to be sure she didn't go back for it.

She looked on her desk for her blindfold and grabbed it, wrapping it around her eyes slightly. In her hands were the clothes of her own and her roommates so that she can start washing them while she walked them. She went over to Aoi's cage and opened it. it tweeted softly so the trio didn't wake her roommate and walked outside. From the sounds of it, no one was out yet. Which means she could just easily let them out and she could grab the cushion to wash it. Sadly, though, the dog never really left her side for anything, always acting as a guide and guard dog for her. Even before he started acting this way, he always stood by her side, namely in case anyone tried to hurt her while she didn't see. Even with it off, he stood guard so that only friendly people came to her and acted nice to her. If she ever tried to leave without a sound, he easily sees her and runs to her, so no chance of sneaking away.

She poured the clothes into the washing machine and let it soak up as she got up to take them out to play around. The robin flew up high in the sky while Pochi sniffed around. They were accustomed to places where they can wander about on their own, so she could easily go back inside and take care of the laundry. As she finished up on the drying cycle (these machines are so handy!), the bird flew back inside and poked her head. She grabbed the scooper and went outside, following the bird to pick up his waste. Once it was safely secured in the bag, she trashed it and hummed. The laundry was finished being folded and now it was about time to make breakfast for them. 'Tate-kun should be getting up soon too ...' she thought to herself as she looked for something to make tea. She was worried he might not like what she probably was going to make, but tea would be okay, right?

Once the tea was finished, she got up off of the chair she was sitting on and wobbled. She was confused, but maybe it was because she could hear everything starting to liven up a bit. As she wobbled, she poured tea into two cups and placed them on a tray. She felt a lot more wobbly at this point and tried to maneuver around carefully, but stairs might be kinda hard ... As she turned (Aoi informed her she was reaching steps), she felt herself trip.

Crash!!

That couldn't be good. She probably guessed it, but there was a person there. Her body froze and she slowly started to panic. At first she was calm, then she started to stammer softly. Finally, she dropped the tray and began to bow apologetically for a while. "I - I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" she repeated over and over before rushing over to the kitchen to get a rag, blindly looking for them in a cabinet and hurried her way back to the steps (again, she was guided). Being notified it was Kurou, she took off her blindfold so she could try to dry him a bit. "I'm so sorry..." she apologized again.

( ooc :: she forgot she was bleeding (they did too)
ithinkiwentoverboard?idunno tell me if i need to fix something > c>; )

「 ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪᴅᴇ 」
xxxxxxxx ɪᴛ's ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴄᴜʀʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴇᴅ

"#1B3F8B - alaska sky ( speaking )" ;; '#4E78A0 - aquamarine blue ( thinking )' ;; ⋟ - changing moods

Dak672

[Xylodoll]

› › ›› L ᴏ ᴄ а ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ : : [ S&T room ]
› › ›› W ɪ ᴛ ʜ : : [ Crowded ]
› › ›› E ᴍ ᴏ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ : : [ Amusement ]
› › ›› Ø Ø ℂ : : [ o o c ]

Beatrice was fully ignoring Katashi, whatever he had to say was not important to her. Instead she was admiring the work she had done on the shelf. It was full of trinkets now, the jars and small displays, yet she still had half a box full of things. She should probably run those over to the club room since they were in need of more. The mix of distrust filled her stomach, she didn't trust her beloved things with this drunk a*****e, but he probably wasn't competent enough in the morning to steal anything anyway. Her eyes narrowed, yeah he was staggering simply from sitting up. Suddenly he started rattling off in obscenities, swearing uncontrollably with hangovery rage. Beatrice snickered uncontrollably, wondering if the man was possessed. She didn't really think it was something she had done, no of course not. After all, that desk was hers, she was just taking it back.

The swearing died off, apparently he had run out of air. If he passed out it would give her all the opportunity she needed to swoop in and scoop out his eyes. He didn't need them, he wasn't using them. Maybe she would take his tongue too, just to shut up his ramblings. She pulled over the cardboard flaps of the box, intertwining them to cover over the top so it would be easier to stack things on top for transport in the hallways. His latest question, well, if you want to call it that, made her want to laugh more. Defect? In her brain? Her irises shrank, a crazed look crossing her eye that was masked by a goofy grin still stuck to her lips.

"My brain? kekeke... I was just taking what is mine." Her voice was low and raspy as she responded. Her posture was stiff. This lasted for a few minutes before it melted and she went back to moving, stacking a few more of the smaller boxes on top of the larger one. These had a few more things that were for the clubroom she might as well take while she was out. She wrapped her hands around the small holed handles and hefted the group of boxes up turning around and grinning at Katashi who was on his way to the bathroom after telling her not to do what she wanted. He was mad, absolutely crazy if he thought he could prevent her from bringing dead things in here.

"No. I have two more boxes with the larger ones. I suggest you get used to it." She spat out cheerfully, cocking her head. She was really amused in the fact that she appeared to scare him so badly. It tickled her innards. She stood, just waiting, until the bathroom door clicked shut. Not much more to do here, and she would be back shortly to finish unpacking. Beatrice had no worries about her things. Usually she scared others enough that they didn't mess with her trinkets. Katashi was feisty, but she didn't see him any differently than anyone else. She carefully made her way to the door, juggling boxes while she popped the door open to get out. Once in the hallway she pushed the door closed again with her foot, dropping the final bit of debris in the process.

The hallways were as loud as ever. Even though it was morning most of the students were awake, used to their schedules during the week or busy doing ...she didn't know. Whatever students do. None of them watched where they were going either. She almost smacked into several who were skittering to and from their dorms just trying to exit the building. The courtyard was better, she hated to admit. It was wide open, giving them room to move, because at this point she would ram their asses with the box rather than dive out of the way. The sun caught the sneaky woman trying to escape its warm rays, and seemed to chase after her though she ran to the class building like she was on fire. It reminded her of a mario game, not in the good way, and the goal pole was just out of reach and...

Click.

She made it. She slumped her body against the cold wall of the corridor, panting a moment to catch her breath. She was grateful nothing dropped and clung to the boxes with a victory smirk. Almost there and no incidents, delightful. Beatrice hurried down the corridors, passing room after room until she smelled the sulfur that told her she was close. She slowed her strolling, until she heard the broken glass sounds. What were those brats doing?! They knew she didn't like her test tubes being broken! Would it KILL Them to be careful? No, but it would kill them not to be. Her jaw twitched, Beatrice grinding her teeth in agitation while she sped her pace. Soon she was at the door, barging her way into chaos. First years that saw her scurried from the room, the ones strong enough to do so. Some had exhausted themselves from testing their powers and lay panting on desks or the floor. Weaklings. She rolled her eyes and plopped the boxes onto a nearby desk, eyes scanning the room for the source. Naomi would get her a** chewed out for not including her in something that looked so fun.

"Koizumi you little b***h I--- " She paused when she noticed someone familiar sitting at the head of the chaos, of course. She leaned her hip against one of the students desks, half sitting with a cocky smirk on her face.
"Hageshii Gaizyuu. Third year. I should have guessed it would be you. You know you shouldn't be in here." Her eyes lit up with challenge towards a student. Hageshii was banned from the classroom, yet conducting experiments on those weaker than you always rubbed Beatrice's interest bone. She lifted her body up to a full sit and prodded one of the weaker students with her foot, greeted with a groan in return.

[Soaru]

Ambulance, fire alarm, death of some animal, hot kettle, the lunch lady – even if every one of those individuals screamed in unison the screech wouldn’t have sounded so ominous. Maybe that was going a little overboard but Nero was a walking, talking banshee. He screamed, she cringed. Nanase simply placed both of her hands over her ears trying to expel the dreadful sound from busting her eardrums. However it was too much, too much for the petite female to handle. She possibly lost a few brain cells due to that girly shriek. This was the second time today the co-captain heard someone cry out so loud. Not that there was anything unusual about it but it was just too early for two consecutive screams. Something was telling her that this was definitely some bad omen.

When Nero finally decided to stop throwing the whole diva crap at her, the senior let her hands gently come by her sides again. Smirking ever so slightly, she closed one of her eyes and rubbed the back of her neck in an idle manner. “Hn.” She responded affirmatively to his question and felt Hime coming closer to her feet. She deserved a treat for doing such a good job, maybe Nero can be her pet’s lunch for today. Okay, maybe not. Nana didn’t want to get in trouble again. However the thought was rather pleasant. Well maybe a part of her was actually serious, who knows? Her attention was reverted back to the bodacious male once again while she threw him a nasty glare with her sharp green eyes. “Heh, only connection we will have is when my fist makes a dent on your pretty face fairybutt.” She spoke in a half serious manner while frowning with a feeling of discomfort. Seriously these wet clothes were too much.

First of all, the girly sparkle that emits from this male is absolutely horrendous but the annoyance can be subsided by simply removing her gaze away from his figure, however when he opens his mouth, she can feel fire surging through her veins. No way to avoid that. Stretching both of her arms she popped her knuckles. Okay, now most of the people around school probably have seen this exhibitionist’s little good proportioned manhood plenty of times. What did the girls do? Became an offering to this hungry wolf. Who knows maybe he is working his way to be a baby daddy. Nanase shivered at his words while her ears burned from embarrassment. Yeah, now she is one of those people who have seen his family jewels. FML – is the only thing she could think of. Letting out a sigh, to calm her nerves the young adult simply scoffed.

“Ah, you’re right. I want to bleach my eyeballs now but all I saw was flat lands and maybe a small twinky in the middle.” She spoke folding both of her arms over her chest stepping all over his manly pride. Of course she wasn’t going to boost his pride up. Seriously his testosterone was all over the place, at all times. “Okudaira, you need get a check up done for your erectile dysfunctions.” She spoke bluntly with a smug expression. Well it was the truth right? Maybe it will do him some good. Their distinctive conversation was interrupted when a third person came in to join the party. Just great, another stupid person probably. Turning slightly Nanase darted her gaze towards the teacher who decided to show up. Okay this was absolutely wonderful, now the teacher probably thinks some weird s**t happened.

Honestly she didn't care but it would be troublesome and a shame to her name if any rumor got out about her and Nero. The green haired teen refrained from stepping on Nero’s toes and gritted her teeth instead. “Tch, the little girl being him of course.” The female spoke gesturing towards her teammate and took a few steps backwards from the pool and picked up dry towel from the nearest bench. From the corner of her eyes she noticed the rather creepy doll that was with him. Raising an eyebrow at that thing she looked at Mika once again. “Okudaira slipped and fell when I came in here.” She pointed out, hiding the real reason behind his screeching. Hey, it’s not like she cares or anything. It’s just she didn’t want Hime to be blamed for anything or at least that’s what she told herself. Throwing the towel at the purple haired boy the teen picked up her snake and inspected her to see if she was okay or not.



⌠xxxxxxWᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ: ThisxxxxxxMᴏᴏᴅ: AnnoyedxxxxxxCᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ: Okudaira &Nakao-senseixxxxxxLᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: PoolxxxxxxMᴜsɪᴄ: Clash of Wills. xxxxxx⌡

[Dak672]

"My philosophy is if I can make
just one person laugh
or just smile
by my actions,
then I have done
a great service to
whoever I affected."




『Mood: Awake, Hungry and Slightly Confused』
『Location: Dorm Room 4, West Wing』
『Company: Hiraoka-Sempai』

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How amazing was it that a situation could change drastically without one even suspecting.

As he was entering the kitchen, Kurou checked his watch again, distracting him of the objects that were airborne and coming at him. The Alpha boy was granted only a second before realizing what was about to occur, but by then it was too late.

The liquid hit him mostly on the chest, and at first Kurou only felt his shirt become moist. Upon seeing the fallen tea cups on the ground, the boy's mind registered what had doused him, and as if a switch was flipped an almost-burning sensation erupted from the impact point.

"Ah! Hot!" Exclaiming loudly, Kurou pinched his shirt quickly and stretched the wet fabric away from his skin, relieving it almost instantly. Again sighing in relief, the sound of a tray falling on the ground made the boy jump. It was then that he finally saw who was responsible for the incident.

"Hiraoka-sempai! No, it's alright. I'm fine. Se-?" Before he could finish reassuring his roommate, she ran off. Alone with a slightly steaming shirt, Kurou sighed as he pieced together what must have happened. Shiroibara probably had her blindfold on to prevent having people affected by her ability, and the stairs from the kitchen to their dorm was tedious to navigate blind, even with the help of her 'seeing-eye' dog, Pochi.

"Oh well. At least she wasn't hur-" Kurou began to say before seeing Shiroibara return with a rag, spotting something almost crimson on her face. As she got closer, the Alpha boy's eye widened, seeing that the crimson was actually blood.

After Shiroibara reached him and apologized one more time, her blindfold now gone, Kurou leaned in closer to Shiroibara, eyeing the blood.

"Hiraoka-sempai, you're bleeding." Pointing out the wound to his roommate, before extending his hand. By then, the shirt had cooled off, only leaving the moisture of the tea.

"Here, let me see the rag." Kurou asked, wanting to clean off the blood.

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{ OOC: It was fine. Good job! biggrin }

petite oiseau __ aristina

[Dead Mans Bell]

tab Nao nodded a bit when Midori commented on how dangerous the school was. "It can be, but you learn pretty quickly who has the more volatile powers. And usually by second year those ones know how to control it well enough not to hurt anyone," she told the younger girl only to chuckle when it was suggested that the idol needed to figure out the campus without her help.

tab Naomi was quite honestly relieved when Hilde left without much of a fuss. Honestly, what made her think it was alright for her to shove her way into someone else's room without knocking? Even if she was a foreigner, she doubted privacy etiquette was so drastically different in Europe than it was in Japan. She clicked her tongue and shook her head in exasperation after exited the room and closed the door behind her. She gave a tiny shrug when Midori asked if the newspaper kids always acted that way. The only third year she knew who was in on school newspaper was a soft-spoken girl who she couldn't picture doing what Hilde' just did. "Not that I know of, but then again I don't particularly think I've ever really caught their notice," she informed honestly.

“I don’t know what I would have done Naochiii, if I hadn’t met you! Thank you for taking care of me.”

tab The brunette laughed softly at the idols words and returned her hug. "You should be thanking Suo-kun then. If it wasn't for him slacking off on his duties, I wouldn't of been the one to finish your tour of the campus," she teased playfully with a wink before slipping into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. She made her shower a quick one, knowing full well that Midori would probably want to jump in after cleaning up the mess the powder puff had made. Once she finished she dressed in a simple midriff baring top and a black skirt before slipping out to give Midori her turn. Unlike some of the students at Gakuen Mirai, Naomi had a whole wardrobe of clothes, for a variety of reasons. One reason was because she spent a good portion of her time sewing whenever she was at the art club. She had cosplayed a bit before coming to the academy, so she had already had some experience making her own outfits. The second reason was because she'd always win whenever she played strip poker. Usually she'd get Kaito to suggest it (No one was ever willing to play when it was her who suggested it) and then he'd back out in favor of some other plans. And the third was because she usually spent the money she had (usually earned from some other form of gambling) at events like the School Cultural Festival on whatever clothes she couldn't make or con other people out of.

tab After brushing her hair and pulling it into her usual pigtails, she slipped out the door with a brief "See ya," to Midori. She had forgotten to grab her keikogi after last practice so she could sew up a seam that had ripped in the sleeve. It would be a quick mending job she could get finished before lunch time, so that would be her first stop of the day. She grabbed an apple on her way through the kitchen, giving polite greetings to anyone she passed by before making her way towards the gymnasium and the connecting locker room.

“Okudaira, you need get a check up done for your erectile dysfunctions.”

tab Naomi practically tripped over her own feet when she heard the sound of Nanase's voice echoing off the walls of the indoor pool and into the locker room. She slapped her hand to her forehead and let out a tiny sigh. Really? Could the green haired girl of set herself up even worse for a counter? She should probably go save her before Nanase threw more fuel into the fire. She guessed. Nao stepped into the room with her hands on her hips, on brow raised. "Nana-chan, you know he's going to ask you to help with his 'erectile disfunction' now.", she informed the other girl before glancing over to Nero who was still in the pool. Upon realizing that he was nude, she covered her eyes and wrinkled her nose, "Nero-kun!" she whined loudly, "You're supposed to wear a swimsuit in there."

tab She didn't realize until she heard Nanase explain to him why Nero had screamed that there was a teacher there. He must of said something as Naomi walked in, but she had been to preoccupied with (what she presumed to be) Nana's horrid come back to notice. Oops. She shot Mika a sheepish smile as she greeted him, "Oh... Hi Nakao-sensei."





Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ tab Attire {green top, black skirt} tab Company {Nanase, Nero, & Mika} tab Location {pool} tab Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ