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 Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 2:02 pm
Tara stood up cautiously grabbing her backpack. She looked at the guy standing in front of her holding back Naami and the girl who appeared to be calming Naami down. "Thanks and sorry for whatever i did"
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 2:20 pm
 Naami Takishimi
Don't worry, I'm a Sweet Devil~
Loovvveeeee the fire don't you babe?
Pssshhhtt. I'm so sweet it hurts!
Oh, and I'm
Na-A-Mmmmmii~ "I am not a moron..." She grumbled, crushing John's toe under her heel, sniffling slightly. "Those were the chocolates my Grandfather got me for my birthday..." Naami mumbled, grabbing the box and picking up the chocolates like they each weighed a ton each. She hadn't told anyone, but her Grandfather had recently died. Naami simply decided she'd have to have someone preserve the chocolates so she could just leave them in the box. Unfortunately, several of her chocolates had been crushed or stepped on. She felt sick. Once she'd collected every nut and cranny of her chocolates back into the pink box, she tied the box shut with a large red ribbon and stuffed the box into her backpack with every bit of care, like it was glass. Obviously going to be in a bad mood for the rest of the day, she went back to her chair and let her shoes fall off her feet, digging her feet into the velvet.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 2:43 pm
Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.
John flinched as his toes were crushed. She then started picking up the chocolates, and John let go. He had somehow been expecting a raging bull, why hadn't Nammi gone all out on him, like always. Perhaps it wasn't just the chocolates, it was something else. He watched her pick up each crumb and put them very neatly in her bag. She was acting odd but asking her what was up would only make her upset. Of course, it would make sense if the chocolates from her grandfather were precious to her; but not precious enough to beat up a deaf girl.
He let it go, instead he sat down next to her, he put his leg on top of the other and massaged his toes. "You know, I totally deserve more punches then just a few toe's being smashed. Why'd you go easy on me? Are you starting to like me?" He asked with a wink, knowing it would annoy her. His uniform was now in complete disarray. His tie was loose and dangling at an angle. His blonde hair was a little more disarrayed then usual. The pain had eased up and he grabbed his backpack which had fallen off in the struggle. "Do you still want the chocolates I got for you." He asked, his father was trying a new package product and the house was filled with candy boxes. He had grabbed a few for the girls, knowing they liked them.
{OOC: }
A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 3:03 pm
 ♠♣♥♦Mika Suzuki♠♣♥♦ ∞Vice-President∞ •Irresponsible?• •Nope.• •I just like to have fun.• ♠♣♥♦~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♠♣♥♦  › Mika stood to the side, looking over the scene. Not that she was going to do anything about it. Until someone said chocolate. "You have chocolate? I'm in," she said, holding her hands out pleadingly to John. Mika would probably do anything for chocolate. Unless it was degrading that is.‹ ooc: ~
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 3:12 pm
Alexandra Moore (Allie) President Of The Hostess Club  You never know a good thing till it's gone
You never see a crash till it's head on
Why do we think we're right when we're dead wrong
You never know a good thing till it's gone  Allie watched all that was going on around her quietly. She would say anything to any of the others. Why should she? It would just add to the major head ache she was getting right now. Looking at the ground she slowly started to count from 10 in her head to calm herself down. It usually worked in a situation like this but if it didnt she could always go to another room and be by herself. The garden was always a good place to cool down. She saw Naami go sit in her chair and could tell she would not be in a good mood for the rest of the day. Not good..... Allie let out a quiet sigh and she picked up her stuff and put it all away in her book bag. She then headed out the back door of the art room that no one was at which the Hostesses only used when they were leaving. Allie needed to get away from all of this for awhile before she lost it. The young girl finally made it to the Garden and opened then door to the large indoor garden. The garden was full of beautiful color flowers of all kinds. Allie found a seat on a stone bench then put in her ear buds then started to sing. She didnt think she had that good of a voice but she was wrong. Her voice was like that of an angel's. The GardenThe Song Allie Is Singing We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to
Turn it all around or to throw it all away
We gotta tell them that we love them
While we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we're dying
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 3:15 pm
Naami Takishimi
Don't worry, I'm a Sweet Devil~
Loovvveeeee the fire don't you babe?
Pssshhhtt. I'm so sweet it hurts!
Oh, and I'm
Na-A-Mmmmmii~ Naami did not turn to face him, afraid she might start crying. She hated crying. The last time she'd cried was the time she'd found her Mom dead of alcohol poisoning laying in bed nude next to the pool boy. "Do you want me to kill you? Because your going to have to reserve a spot. How about 7:06 pm Friday right outside hell? So you won't have to walk so far." She could barely retain her voice from cracking. It was a box of chocolate. She told herself, trying to make herself angry. Pulling a fit was better than crying. It's your fault, your the one who jumped up. She sighed, ripping herself up from the chair and grabbing the closest thing, which unfortunately, was her shoes. They missed the window by half an inch, leaving a scuff mark on the wall. She fell back into her chair, crossing her arms tightly.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 3:20 pm
Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment. John was offering them to Nammi and instead was approached by Mika. He heard her respond and figured it was best to ignore her. He felt the air whoosh by him and saw her show hit the wall. She seriously needed anger management. He was surprised she was even here, she was notoriously late. He took out a box of chocolates wrapped in blue velvet, one wrapped in pink shining paper, and one with a simple gold ribbon and put them on the table next to him. "May I ask which box you prefer? My dad's trying to figure out which box design is more appealing. I personally like the gold ribbon; but then again I'm allergic to chocolate and a guy. I think my dad wants to target the female demographic. By the way when are you guys doing an event? It would be nice to have a themed day. Oh, and I would like to pay my membership fee for next month in advance. Next month is my mom's birthday and I tend to spend it all on her. Well not all of it I always leave a few thousand in the bank for reserve." James took out a notepad and his wallet. He handed Mika half his cash, not counting he could tell he had given her a thousand. "Keep the change. I don't need it Perhaps you guys will use it to make a swim suit event." Said John winking at Mika.
He looked down at his notepad. So far more girls had liked the shining pink wrapper then any other. He wondered why? Girls always liked pink though, so it might just be the color. He did find the shininess appealing, it had a nice reflection, although it made a crinkly sound which was annoying. If there was a way for the pink paper not to make noise, that would be great. He wrote that down as a mental note. And then turned to see which one Mika would pick. He also fixed his tie as he waited, he hated looking disgruntled. He tried to fix his hair; but it refused to lay flat. John saw Allie leave, and then sighed. He wanted to follow her; but why did he want to follow her. It was odd, he shouldn't want to follow her, he shook his head and tried to concentrate on something else. {OOC: Edited } A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 4:32 pm
Naami Takishimi
Don't worry, I'm a Sweet Devil~
Loovvveeeee the fire don't you babe?
Pssshhhtt. I'm so sweet it hurts!
Oh, and I'm
Na-A-Mmmmmii~ Naami looked at her watch. Ballet practice, even though it wasn't really practice for her anymore. She'd already mastered everything about it, but she enjoyed it. She liked to put her effort into other things, and she really loved to dance. Not that she'd ever mention it to anyone.. Ever.. So she got up, grabbed her bag, jogged out to the Garden, gave the Pres a tight squeeze from behind and said, "Sorry for the trouble Al." Before sprinting off, her bag bouncing behind her, and her fluffy pink hair bouncing in the wind.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 5:10 pm
Fujimura Orihara 'hostess club...?' he murmured in his thoughts as he watched the beating John took with a suprised look 'this guy is dense...!'.
After the scene ended he stepped into the room and started walking over to John
"two things, one; what do you mean by 'hostess club'? And second; who are you again?" he asked with his hands stuffed in his pockets "seems like a lot of drama to me"
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 5:34 pm
 <3 KOKORO OCHIAI E>♪♪♪Outside of the club doors, there was pacing. Lots and lots of pacing. Kokoro had heard a lot about this Hostess Club, but he was simply too afraid to go inside. What if there were too many people inside. Or even one person, oh that'd be terrifying! All the attention would be on him, and that'd be too much! He just kept pacing, placing his white headphones on as he did so. <3XE>
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 5:36 pm
Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.
John smiled as Fujimura walked in and asked him the two questions. "A Hostess Club, is a group of women who host or entertain men who pay to attend the club. Think of it as an escort service, expect the customers come to the women; and of course we have to be school appropriate. And second I'm in your music class. I play the piano. I prefer Chopin; but I believe you prefer Bach. Although I do find him interesting. I also believe the students say your the angry mean kid who always glares. It is but when your bored, drama is the most fun to watch. Besides it's not so bad." Said John, with a smile.
{OOC: Edited }
A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 5:52 pm
Naami Takishimi
Don't worry, I'm a Sweet Devil~
Loovvveeeee the fire don't you babe?
Pssshhhtt. I'm so sweet it hurts!
Oh, and I'm
Na-A-Mmmmmii~ Naami was already out of the school when she checked her voice messages. Practice had been canceled. She held her backpack that close to her chest, once again the anguish leaking into her. Well this sucked. Her Grandfather's chocolates smashed, ballet canceled. She really liked the Hostess club, all of her friends were there, but she'd been looking forward to ballet and eating the chocolates... This wasn't her day. She was walking back to the club room when she saw someone pacing outside the door. She tilted her head, trying to remember his name... Kokoro? Yeah, it was Kokoro. Naami tip-toed over to the boy and lifted off his headphones slowly and gently, wondering if he'd notice. "Boo."
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 6:02 pm
 Fujimura OriharaFujimura listened to John while he explained. When John started talking about him, even if it was from what he had heard. He tightened his fists in his pockets and shut his eyes, clearly annoyed by the comments 'he's definately dense, probably even down right oblivious!' he thought before letting out a small sigh to calm down "from what you're saying, it sounds like you enjoy watching scenes like what happened with that pink haired girl." he refered to what happened with Naami storming off "and for the record I'm not always angry" he muttered quietly before taking a seat, unsure of what else he could say he waited on John to answer.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 6:29 pm
<3 KOKORO OCHIAI E>♪♪♪ What greeted Naami was a frightened and.. admittedly girlish squeal as he backed into the club doors, hyperventilating. Oh god someone noticed him this is bad like seriouslythisissohorrible- Kokoro tries to calm down, his breath slowing. He just stares at the girl with his headphones now, unsure of what to do. <3XE>
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Lady Shimizu Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 6:31 pm
On a table a little ways away from Allie, there sat a bouquet of flowers in a basket, with a ribbon on it, a note attached to the basket. The note was written neatly, but the writer had obviously not wanted to be known, so the handwriting looked almost computer-typed. The note read:
I know you like flowers, but I didn't know what kind you liked. So, I went and got you a single bunch of each kind.
I hope you like them,
TY
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