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 Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 4:48 pm
Overview~
Welcome to the Ouran High School Host Club, where every girl who has way too much time on their hands are entertained by handsome boys with also way too much time on their hands. At the prestigious Ouran Academy, the purpose of the Ouran Host Club is to make sure every girl is happy, and the boys of the Host Club certainly make sure of it.
Ever since Haruhi stopped Tamaki from marrying Eclair and leaving for France, which would have ended in the dissolution of the club, everything has been normal for the Host Club-- if you could even call the Host Club itself normal.
The Host Club is as fun and active as can be, and there are more guests-- and Hosts too, than before. Yes, you have those guests who were always in the Host Club... Now there has been a flood of new students entering Ouran Academy. Many of them have checked out this Ouran Host Club-- but once they entered, you found them returning every day. Some new boys have joined the Host Club, and there are many more Princesses than before.
How will this turn out for the Host Club? Now it is time for you, the roleplayer, to decide what happens to these Hosts and their guests. Their fate is no longer in the hands of Bisco Hatori. They're in yours.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 4:51 pm
Rules~
01. One of the most important rules-- NO CYBERING!!! Please! Oh lord, we don't want to see that. Get it through your heads, please? 'Kay.
02. No godmodding. Please don't control other people's characters. The only people with slight exception to this rule would be the Hosts, but they will not be abusing it. Got it? Thank you. ^^
03. Of course, follow the Gaia ToS. If you don't know what it says, read it. Please.
04. This is at least a semi-literate roleplay. Not chat speak, no text talk, nothing like that. Use quotation marks [""] for speaking and do NOT use asteriks [**] for actions. I know some of you have heard this before, but please pretend you're writing an essay or a story or something like that. The minimum number of sentences is three. Please write more than that, please. If you have writer's block, trust me, it is so easily understandable, as I get it all the time. But if you use this excuse repeatedly I will get suspicious. If you are not at least semi-literate, you can just leave this forum right now.
05. Violence and romance is okay. I'm all for it if the reason for violence is reasonable. No bullying. Okay? This is a Host Club, not the Karate Club. But keep everything UNDER PG-16. Anything over that, you can either take to pms or timeskip or just stop before it gets too far. Violence won't allow timeskips.
06. There shall be two goddesses in this rp. Firstly is, of course, me, and the second is my friend Nine_Tailed_Dragon_Demon. I trust Nine Tails (Sammich >w<) to make the right choices and I trust that she will kick you out if she sees you breaking any of these rules to an extent. Whatever we say, goes. Okie dokie? We both have the rights to add, break, or change these rules.
07. I want you to PM me your profiles. Do NOT post them unless you can't use pms and they aren't working for you, otherwise I will ask you to delete the post and I will not accept it. Title the profiles "Mata Ashita~" if you're a Host, "Don't call us obsessed fangirls!" if you are a guest, and "Ouran is teh best~" if you have a profile for both. At the end of your profile I want you to not add a evil , but a ninja.
08. I want you to play only one original Host unless you play the twins. You can't play them all, so give everyone else a chance. Also, I'd like you to take both twins, not just one or the other. It just makes roleplaying the twins and the brotherly love all the more easy.
09. Speaking of original Hosts, STAY IN CHARACTER!!! Honey-senpai is cute, he loves sweets and cutesy things! He will NOT do something evil like the twins. Okay? He's only in a bad mood when he wakes up or is banned from sweets (duh... xD). Kyouya will not be happy-go-lucky all the time, and Mori-senpai won't skip around and sing 'Walking On Sunshine', though that really would be a sight to see. Please please PLEASE stay in character. Don't disgrace the fans of Ouran! It's okay if they are SLIGHTLY out of character, only because we're neither Bisco Hatori nor any of these characters. It's understandable if we can't hit them straight on. Just try at least, okay?
10. Hosts are all males, with the exception of Haruhi. Guests are all females. Please stick to that. I'm sorry for any inconvenience, that's just how I'd rather it be.
11. I will accept only four created Hosts aside from the original Hosts. No more than that.
12. By the way, have fun! That's the most important rule, aside from Rule 1. ^^
13. None of the guests know that Haruhi is a girl! Got it? Please, don't ruin it. I suppose my character is the only one that can know, because she does participate in some of the Host Club activities. sweatdrop
14. ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE HUMANS!!! No vampires, no werewolves, JUST HUMANS. Sorry for any inconvenience, I came across a profile with a girl being a vampire and didn't realize people would actually do that (in the other version of this roleplay). LOL.
15. For the sake of originality, please let's not have every guest be a host hopper. I'll accept one or two at a time, but let's read the other profiles so we don't get confused. I dunno about you, but every guest host hopping ruins the craziness of the 'disease,' annoys the hosts, and is very boring when overused. Just saying. Lol.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 4:52 pm
Available Characters:
--> Tamaki Suoh --- Taken by Azrael_The_Death_Angel
--> Kyouya Ootori
--> Takashi Morinozuka --- Taken by me.
--> Mitsukuni Haninozuka
--> Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin --- Taken by Nine_Tailed_Dragon_Demon
--> Haruhi Fujioka --- Taken by Black_Cat_Sora
--> Host Number 1
--> Host Number 2
--> Host Number 3
--> Host Number 4
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 4:53 pm
Character Skeletons~
Hosts~ [align=center][size=10][color=yourcolor][b]My life is in someone else's hands now.[/b] [ Gaian Name. ]
[b]Want to know my name?[/b] [ Name of Host. ]
[b]I am[/b] [ Age. ][b], meaning I am in class[/b] [ Name of Class-- Ex: 1-A; 2-B; 3-A. ]
[b]I think I've been here for a while![/b] [ Original Host or New Host. ]
[b]What? You haven't heard of me?[/b] [ Bio. The minimum is four sentences, but I will accept much more than that. ]
[b]So I suppose you want to know what I prefer as well, huh?[/b] [ Likes. Include at least five. ]
[b]Ugh, but these things I cannot stand![/b] [ Dislikes. Include at least five. ]
[b]What? Am I falling in love?[/b] [ Crush. Optional. ]
[b]This song is the best!!![/b] [ Theme Song. Also optional. ]
[b]Don't I look good?[/b] [ Appearance. Please put anime pictures in a link, or give me a REALLY good description. ][/color][/size][/align] Guests~ [align=center][size=10][color=yourchoice][b]In this fairytale, I don't pull the strings.[/b] [ Gaian Name. ]
[b]Hey, I have a name you know![/b] [ Name of Character. ]
[b]Huh, my age?[/b] [ Age of Character. ]
[b]Oh, so I am in this class![/b] [ Name of Class. Example, 1-A; 2-B; 3-A. ]
[b]Wow, to think I've been in the Host Club for so long![/b] [ How long you've been a guest. ]
[b]I love to visit this host![/b] [ Name of Host you normally visit. If you host-hop, mention it. ]
[b]Well, I'm gonna tell you my story now.[/b] [ Bio. The minimum is four sentences, but you can write way more if you wish. ]
[b]I love so many things![/b] [ Likes. Minimum of five. ]
[b]But I hate a good lot of stuff too...[/b] [ Dislikes. Minimum of five. ]
[b]Oh, I think I am in love![/b] [ Crush. Optional. ]
[b]Oh, I'll listen to this at any time of day![/b] [ Theme song. Optional. ]
[b]How do I look in your eyes?[/b] [ Appearance. Put images in a LINK or write a REALLY well-written description. ][/color][/size][/align]
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 4:56 pm
Accepted Profiles~
Hosts~ My life is in someone else's hands now. [ Sam- Knight of Darkness ]
Want to know my name? [ Takashi Morinozuka. "Mori" or "Mori-senpai" for short. ]
I am [ eighteen ], meaning I am in class [ 3-A. ]
I think I've been here for a while! [ Original Host. ]
What? You haven't heard of me? [ Takashi Morinozuka, also known as Mori, is a senior at Ouran High School. He is widely known as a kendo prodigy. The Morinozuka family's task is to protect the Haninozuka family, although this tradition is practically broken because of a marriage between the families generations back. Mori still follows this tradition by acting as a guardian to his cousin, Honey. He is classed as the "Wild Type" in the Host Club and is almost always with his cousin. He does not attend to clients as much as the Hitachiin twins or Tamaki does. Mori is known to always be around Honey, and the two of them together stirred up the beginnings of a wide fanclub for moe. Takashi was a former student of the kendo club, but he joined the Host Club because Honey was. He IS quite popular with the ladies who goes to their Host Club. He takes orders quite seriously and literally. You can picture him as a Siberian husky, strong yet a kind personality. So far the only one who calls him by his first name is Hunny-senpai, and Mori-senpai calls Hunny-senpai by his first name too. It is seen that Mori gets quite clumsy when he is worried, especially if Honey is missing. ]
So I suppose you want to know what I prefer as well, huh? [ Geography, food, being at Honey's side, animals. ]
Ugh, but these things I cannot stand! [ Seeing Honey injured or harmed, neglecting to make sure Honey is doing what he's supposed to, losing Honey. ]
What? Am I falling in love? [ ... ]
This song is the best!!! [ Itsubo Soba Ni. ]
Don't I look good? [ ... ] My life is in someone else's hands now. [ Nine_Tailed_Dragon_Demon ]
Want to know my name? [ Hikaru Hitachiin ]
I am [ 15 ], meaning I am in class [ 1-A ]
I think I've been here for a while! [ Original Host. ]
What? You haven't heard of me? [ Hikaru and Kaoru, ever since they were little toddlers, have never been told apart by anyone. Everytime somebody got it wrong, they pretended like they were proud of it, but they were really sad. Not until Tamaki Suoh came along did they're life start to open up. In middle school, Hikaru and Kaoru would always be by theirselves, and never really talked to anybody. They were twisted and rude.. Self-centered more than anything. Then, Tamaki Suoh transferred, and he insisted on trying to tell them apart. Many times did he try, and who knows.. Maybe he got it right, but these twins continued to tell him he was wrong until the last day. Of course, his reason was natural instinct. After Tamaki had finally figured out who was who, they decided to join the Hostclub the next year. Now, they're opening up and becoming mischevious little devils, but are loved by many for the 'brotherly love' act that they do. ]
So I suppose you want to know what I prefer as well, huh? [ Making up new games for him, Kaoru, and Tamaki to play, spicy / italian food, maple syrup, his Princesses, the costumes that 'the boss' makes them wear, the crazy ideas Tamaki gets, Haruhi, doing the Brotherly love act with Kaoru, impressing girls, and most importantly, his brother Kaoru. ]
Ugh, but these things I cannot stand! [ Being away from Kaoru against his will, when Kaoru is hurt in any way, when Tamaki goes into his 'emo' corner (Sometimes, because they sometimes make him), Tamaki on some days, and when the boss is being overly protective about his 'little girl'. ]
What? Am I falling in love? [ Nobody as of yet. ]
This song is the best!!! [ Bokura no love Style ]
Don't I look good? [ [x] ] My life is in someone else's hands now. [ Nine_Tailed_Dragon_Demon ]
Want to know my name? [ Kaoru Hitachiin ]
I am [ 15 ], meaning I am in class [ 1-A ]
I think I've been here for a while! [ Original Host ]
What? You haven't heard of me? [ Hikaru and Kaoru, ever since they were little toddlers, have never been told apart by anyone. Everytime somebody got it wrong, they pretended like they were proud of it, but they were really sad. Not until Tamaki Suoh came along did they're life start to open up. In middle school, Hikaru and Kaoru would always be by theirselves, and never really talked to anybody. They were twisted and rude.. Self-centered more than anything. Then, Tamaki Suoh transferred, and he insisted on trying to tell them apart. Many times did he try, and who knows.. Maybe he got it right, but these twins continued to tell him he was wrong until the last day. Of course, his reason was natural instinct. After Tamaki had finally figured out who was who, they decided to join the Hostclub the next year. Now, they're opening up and becoming mischevious little devils, but are loved by many for the 'brotherly love' act that they do. ]
So I suppose you want to know what I prefer as well, huh? [ Kaoru likes to play games with Hikaru, and likes to go along with the ones he makes. He likes italian / spicy food, and likes to put maple syrup on a lot of his foods. He likes to dress up in the costumes Tamaki comes up with, and likes to taunt Haurhi with Hikaru, right infront of Tamaki's face. He likes to make Tamaki mad, and loves watching his reactions. He likes to impress the princesses, and likes to do the brotherly love with Hikaru. ]
Ugh, but these things I cannot stand! [ Seeing Hikaru hurt in any way or form, being forcefully seperated from Hikaru, when Tamaki goes into his emo corner, when Haruhi tries to discipline them, when Hunny just wakes up, and when Tamaki is being overly protective of his 'daughter'. ]
What? Am I falling in love? [ Nobody as of yet~ ]
This song is the best!!! [ Bokura no love style ]
Don't I look good? [
http://i716.photobucket.com/albums/ww163/22katsura/85cb825a.jpg ] My life is in someone else's hands now. Azrael_The_Death_Angel
Want to know my name? Tamaki Suoh
I am 17 , meaning I am in class 2-A
I think I've been here for a while! Original Host
What? You haven't heard of me? I am half-Japanese and half-French, and live with my father, the wealthy superintendent of Ouran Academy. We both live separately from my French mother because of a deal between my mother and my bitterly cold paternal grandmother. Despite my grandmother being the reason I can't see my mother, I am very gentle to her, and am constantly trying to get her to accept me as a part of the Suoh family.
So I suppose you want to know what I prefer as well, huh? Ladies
Commoner's ramen
Commoner's treats
Being ignored
Being called an idiot
Ugh, but these things I cannot stand!
Brothers and sister's fighting
People in trouble
People not accepting help when in clear need of it
My Friends getting hurt
Seeing a look of dismay on any girl's face
What? Am I falling in love? ---
This song is the best!!! ---
Don't I look good? Tamaki Suoh My life is in someone else's hands now. Black_Cat_Sora
Want to know my name? Haruhi Fujioka
I am [ fifteen ], meaning I am in class 1-A
I think I've been here for a while! Original Host
What? You haven't heard of me? [wiki] Haruhi is an intelligent first-year student from a poor family who attends the Ouran Academy, an exclusive private school, on a special scholarship that requires her to rank first in her class. One day, while looking for a quiet place to study, she stumbles upon the Ouran Host Club and accidentally breaks an expensive vase belonging that was to be featured in a school auction. As a result, she must work off her debt to the club by disguising herself as a boy and working as a host for them. She finds this easy because she does not feel that gender dominates her personality. She soon realizes she enjoys acting as host to other girls, which she takes to naturally, though she does not like taking time away from studying and finds the antics of the other hosts extremely irritating, but also increasingly endearing.
So I suppose you want to know what I prefer as well, huh?
+ Sushi, Ramen, and Strawberries
+ Studying
+ Being with the other hosts
+ Simple things
+ Being outside / nature
Ugh, but these things I cannot stand!
- When Tamaki goes into "daddy" mode
- Being a "toy" for the twins
- Thunderstorms
- People pointing out that she's a "commoner"
- Wasteful people
What? Am I falling in love? [ None yet ]
This song is the best!!! Sharada
Don't I look good? Haruhi My life is in someone else's hands now. [ Sam- Knight of Darkness ]
Want to know my name? [ Kade Toshiro. ]
I am [ Sixteen and three-fourths ], meaning I am in class [ 2-A. ]
I think I've been here for a while! [ New host-- 'Shy type' ]
What? You haven't heard of me? [ I'm not surprised, really. My life, actually, began in Osaka. My father owns a very large car dealership. You know those popular smart cars you see all the time? My father was the first one to create the model. My mother was a nurse in the local Osaka hospital. Or, at least, my second mother. My real mother actually died giving birth to me... It's quite the burdening feeling, but my father still cares for me as though I was never the cause for my mother's death. Though, I really do often find myself to blame for this unfortunate happening... Sigh. I suppose it's all in the past now, isn't it?
Anyways, I was seven years old when my dad found this girl he really liked... This was also because of me. Ironic, isn't it...? I had-- being the clumsy person I am first thing in the morning-- tripped down the stairs to our big mansion, when going down for breakfast one morning. As a result, I had hurt my arm badly, to the point where I could barely move it without feeling agonizing pain. About an hour later I was to go to the hospital with my father to get an x-ray. Well, after I had gotten my x-ray, and was about to return to the waiting room with my father before he bumped into a lady a year or so younger than him. I must admit, she was, and still is, quite beautiful. It sounds cliched, but almost as soon as the two had looked up at each other to apologize, hearts were in their eyes. Sounds ridiculous, but life does happen that way, does it not? Well, they dated for four more years. I actually liked the woman. She was very kind and considerate. I always wondered if my real mother would have been anything like her. When I was eleven, the two were married. They were so happy, and I was quite pleased myself. I finally had a mother.
I lived quite happily for another five years. Then, my father had made the big decision to move the company over to Bunkyo, a district in Tokyo, Japan. I didn't mind, really. I would live with anything as long as it was best for my father. My mother was also offered a position to work as a nurse in one of the famed Ootori hospitals-- her pay would increase considerably, though she was rich as it was, even without my father. We moved into a large estate left behind by a rich man who wanted to move to America. It's a pretty nice place, too. Pretty cool neighbors, too, though there is the pretty girl next door in a wheelchair. She looks so lifeless. I can't help but wonder what is wrong, but I know it isn't my business. Besides, I barely know the girl, though I do greet her when we go out the door.
I'm starting a new school now. It is the prestigious Ouran Academy. It's a pretty exciting place to go. The other school I'd gone to was pretty boring. I have already memorized the school. I have a photographic memory, I neglected to mention that. I looked at the map once and I memorized my way around the place. Pretty neat, if I do say so myself. But I digress. The other day I was given a tour around the school. I suppose it was the chairman's way of at least attempting to help us around the school. Though, I know that to other students it would take ages to memorize the place. Hehe. Anyway, I was searching around through the libraries and other rooms for a quiet place to study-- just for future references. I wanted to know what area would be best for studying. Unfortunately for me, I'd stumbled upon the wrong room.
This room is known as Music Room Three. I had opened the door, and was immediately attacked by a flurry of rose petals. I was also blinded by light. The effects were brilliant. I almost had an urge to applaud them-- but I didn't after seeing seven handsome boys standing not too far in front of me, wearing elegant smiles. "Welcome!" they had chorused. I wasn't sure what to think. Just what was this, exactly? I think I'd heard about these clubs before... a Host club? Yeah, I believe that was what it was called. They had one of those in Osaka. It wasn't nearly as brilliant as this one, however. The next thing I began to wonder was whether or not they purposely neglected to mention that a Host Club was what lay beyond the door to Music Room Three. Anybody who didn't know was under the assumption that this was an abandoned music room. Those who didn't know, however, were the new guys. Me, especially. It seemed I'd learn the hard way.
Well, it was rather interesting. First, they were studying me. I was quite flattered at first, actually, because they had complimented on my looks. Though, the scary guy with glasses had mentioned that I would make a good host. I do suppose I could use this for free time... but, I was kind of hoping I could explore and get used to the system a little more. Ah well. Soon after that, a tall blonde was beginning to wonder why I'd come anyway. The boy had the nerve of asking if I was gay! Never had I been more offended! To be honest though, I didn't really do much about it. I'm too shy for my own good. I had denied it, honestly, with embarrassment. How dare they make such an assumption when they didn't even put up a notice that this was the Host Club. Surprisingly, it was the scary man who defended me. He had informed the blonde that I was new. But then he began to inform him about my personal life! So much for the help. It didn't make me feel any better when he mentioned my first dead mother.
Well, it all fell down this way. I was in 2-A. That had made them consider me-- the horror. After that, they considered my looks and my actions. Then the blonde kid points at me and shouts, "It's decided! Starting tomorrow you will be our next host-- the Shy Type!" They had done this without my consent! What, were they taking advantage of me because they figured a shy and sweet guy like me couldn't refuse? It angered me that I was so weak that way, but I couldn't help it. And now that I think about it, it does seem... a little fun... Perhaps.
That's my story for you. But, by the way, I am aware of the true gender of the host known as Haruhi Fujioka. I mean, I'd seen those types of people frequently in Osaka. In fact, my friend dressed that way. Besides, the femininity of the lad was too much for me. It was possibly unnoticable to everyone else... for reasons I couldn't even comprehend, to be perfectly honest. Ah well. Details. I know for sure I'm not gonna tell anyone about Haruhi's real gender. I'm too nice for that. ]
So I suppose you want to know what I prefer as well, huh? [ Well, I like music, I guess. I'll listen to any sort of music, too. I'm not very picky. In all aspects, I'm pretty easy to please. I like dogs. They're so adorable! I actually LOVE animals, but dogs are my favorite! They're size really doesn't matter. They always have their way to be so... cute! And I always love a good bowl of ice cream once a day. Ice cream is delicious. Especially soft serve... Yum~ Uhm... what else is there, specifically? I guess... I love to learn. It's like I have this drive to know EVERYTHING. My grades are certainly nothing to be ashamed of-- also because everything I learn, I retain. It's actually pretty easy, for me. Studying is never required. Photographic memory, remember? Okay... I'll give you one more. I like the rain. Though I am generally an all-around happy person, the rain is quite soothing to me. Y'know? Sure, I enjoy the sunshine and spending my time reading in the fresh air, but the rain is so nice. Have you ever stood in it? It's sorta like a shower. ]
Ugh, but these things I cannot stand! [ Actually... I really don't hate anything. But... if I had to name a few, one would be bananas. I will generally eat everything. But, bananas just have a weird taste. And their texture makes me nauseous. On the topic of food, I also dislike chicken nuggets. A commoner's food. Weird, eh? Well, they DO taste good... I just don't like eating them because everytime I do, I feel nauseous. It's strange. I either love food or get sick eating it. I don't just hate it. But I don't like getting sick, because it would put me behind in my classes, and I could miss something important. That's always a disadvantage, y'know? I also don't like people who take advantage of me because I am kind, giving, and shy. I mean, I can't do anything about it either, because I am too nice, which causes them to further take advantage of me. I don't really like it... It's a bad feeling to have, to know someone is using you. It makes you sorta paranoid... like, can you trust him or her? The last thing I can think of ties in with my previous dislike, of being used. I don't like the fact I'm weak. I want to be stronger, I would love to be. But I just can't find the will for that. I can't be tough on someone, though I really could pack a punch if I did. I just can't hurt someone... or see someone cry. I want everyone to be happy. ]
What? Am I falling in love? [ W-what? I-I am? O-oh dear... ]
This song is the best!!! [ Aerials by System of a Down. ]
Don't I look good? [ U-um... ] Guests~ In this fairytale, I don't pull the strings. [ Sam- Knight of Darkness ]
Hey, I have a name you know! [ Mitsuki Kuromori. ]
Huh, my age? [ Sixteen. ]
Oh, so I am in this class! [ 1-A. ]
Wow, to think I've been in the Host Club for so long! [ Ever since I began High School. ]
I love to visit this host! [ The Hitachiin twins. Originally I simply visited for Kaoru. Now, I just visit them. ]
Well, I'm gonna tell you my story now. [ Mitsuki was born amongst a family who owned a very wealthy company, involving amusement parks and computers. She also had three younger sisters: Ayame, and two twins named Yuki and Hoshi. As a child Mitsuki was rebellious, she refused those cutesy dresses and always wore male formal clothing to special events, even if she was only under the age of six. Mitsuki was a precocious child in any case. Ayame was basically Mitsuki's best friend. Being only a year and three-fourths apart in age, they always seemed to hang out together, though Ayame was more of a girly girl than Mitsuki, but Mitsuki still tolerated her because she wasn't like normal prissy girls. The two were always together, but Ayame wasn't as rebellious as Mitsuki was. She wasn't hard to handle and was always considered 'the Good Child.' Yuki and Hoshiko were twins, only two years younger than Ayame. Despite being twins, however, they always fought with each other. They never got along, and were forced to stay in separate rooms. Mitsuki never liked seeing them fighting, which was always why she liked twins who got along and always worked hard to tell the identical twins apart. Yuki and Hoshiko were not even nearly as bright or talented as Ayame and Mitsuki were, so their parents normally disregarded them, leaving Ayame and Mitsuki, even at the ages of five and six, to take care of them.
Unable to handle Mitsuki, Yuki, or Hoshiko as children, Mitsuki's parents shipped the off to America to live with a friend who was not among the rich-- a commoner. Ayame had requested to go with Mitsuki, and of course their parents couldn't say no to their favorite girl. Even if they tried spoiling Ayame, she herself never acted spoiled. They had assumed Mitsuki would be further disciplined by the life of working as a commoner, and Yuki and Hoshiko would also work together and become smarter and brighter. Little did they know, they would be wrong. Mitsuki always worked diligently, and independently. She made friends in the commoner life, friends she would have trusted her life with. Mitsuki loved the commoner life, and it had made her far more independent and rebellious than before. She and Ayame had remained as close as ever, and Yuki and Hoshiko still continued to fight with each other. On her thirteenth birthday, Mitsuki's parents visited and showed her a good time. It was not until the end of the day when they told her that they would be going back to Japan to attend Ouran Academy. They were disapointed to realize that Mitsuki had barely changed-- and perhaps grew even more rebellious. They had no choice but to arrange for Mitsuki to wear the boy's uniforms for Ouran. Hoshiko and Yuki, however, were disinherited, and given away to separate parents, one located somewhere in Washington and the other located somewhere near Florida. The twins never saw each other again, nor did they ever see their real family again. Mitsuki's parents decided to wait it out and hope that Mitsuki would someday change.
In middle school, Mitsuki rarely talked to anyone. Besides Ayame, of course. Ayame, however, was one year younger than Mitsuki. So while Mitsuki was a second year in middle school (the same year as Hikaru and Kaoru), Ayame was a first year. When Mitsuki was in class she was quiet, only talked when necessary, and did her work reseponsibly. However, out of class, she would always laugh and play around with Ayame, or anyone who came around. It was as though she was a different person, around Ayame. The two were like the best of friends, and hated not being in each other's company. Mitsuki was always in the same classes as Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin, two twins who nobody seemed to be able to tell apart. During her free time she normally observed the two twins, searching for differences. One day, she found them. In their eyes. She saw Hikaru's eyes had more mischief and... childishness? Immaturity, perhaps? Mitsuki couldn't place it. However, in Kaoru's eyes, she saw more of a gentle and calm demeanor, despite how they acted towards other people. Even with this discover, Mitsuki said nothing. Perhaps she would wait for the opportune moment.
Ayame and Mitsuki, one day, were wandering through the courtyards, to see the two Hitachiin brothers mercilessly tear a poor girl's heart in two. It was disgusting. To see them picking girl's apart like that, even if they thought they had somewhat decent intentions by doing so. Mitsuki figured they only did it to see if there was a girl who would like one of them for who they were, as well as possibly see if they could tell them apart. Still, Mitsuki did not like how they acted. She knew she had to do something about it. And that she did. With the help of Ayame she managed to conjure up a well-thought out love letter. Mitsuki left the letter on Kaoru's desk, and prepared to meet the boy outside after class.
After class, she stood in front of Kaoru, being only one inch shorter than he. Kaoru went on to say that she had placed the note on the wrong desk-- and that he was actually Hikaru-- that liar. Mitsuki was unconvinced, however she put on a good act and pretended to be deeply embarrassed. "Hikaru" went on to ask her to go out with him instead. Oh, and Kaoru thought he had her. Mitsuki was about this close to agreeing... but then she narrowed her eyes, scowling. "If I declare my love for Kaoru, then I only wish to go out with Kaoru." This had actually caught Kaoru by surprise, but he and Hikaru had grown more surprised when Mitsuki had continued, "And don't lie to me. I know for a fact that you are Kaoru. So get out of those bushes Hikaru." Hikaru had stumbled out, and Mitsuki proceeded to call them lowlifes, and a bunch of other names as well as telling them to get a life. Sure, it was harsh. Actually, it was very harsh. But Mitsuki had taken on an extreme dislike for what they did. Her scolding finally ended, a punch to Kaoru's face sealing the deal.
Mitsuki spent the rest of middle school practically ignoring the Hitachiin twins from there on in. She continued to get great scores in class, and continued to spend the rest of her time with her beloved sister, Ayame.
In high school, mumblings about a Host Club rang relentlessly through out the halls, from girl to girl. Mitsuki, though she did not care one bit, decided she needed something else to do after school while Ayame was in a key club of sorts. Mitsuki had gotten tired of band and music classes. She played the piano extremely well, but she didn't think actually participating in concerts were her thing. However, Mitsuki still loved to play the piano, and it always soothed her when she was stressed, as did chocolate. Mitsuki had quit the soccer club the previous year, due to one of her klutzy incidents that involved tripping over a log and breaking her leg. While she was a brilliant soccer player, she much preferred karate. Mitsuki had also taken karate in America, but she didn't think the Karate Club in Ouran Academy allowed females, so that was out. Finally, she decided, what the heck. She would give this Host Club a try. Into music room three she went, where rose petals flew at her and a chorus of six or seven males spoke, "Welcome."
Well, within a minute of her new arrival, Tamaki was sent running into his emo corner, Kyouya had already gathered information from his laptop on her, Haruhi had been revealed to Mitsuki as a girl (thankfully she promised not to tell), Honey had filled her up with cake, Mori had a staring contest with her, and the twins tried messing with her like they always did towards Haruhi. Mitsuki did NOT enjoy all the swooning. Flattery got nowhere with her. That was how Tamaki fled to his emo corner, cultivating mushrooms, after all. He tried to swoon her and planted a kiss on her hand, but the only response was a blank stare, and a "What do you want?" Even with Mitsuki's... unique personality?... she seemed to get along well with the Host Club, and soon became a regular guest. Who did she request? The twins. Despite her grudge she'd had against them in middle school, she was curious to see if they had changed at all. And it seemed they had.
Ayame always waited outside the door when she got out of her own club, and that was also how she met the hosts. She wasn't as close to them as Mitsuki had been, but she still said hi and sported a friendly conversation with one or two of them from time to time. Ayame was just happy that Mitsuki had found a club she enjoyed.
There was one day when things seemed to take a turn for the worst. Mitsuki had arrived in the clubroom, completely ignoring everyone. It was obvious something was on her mind, making her distressed and irritated with everything. But, when someone asked her anything, she ignored them, shutting them up with a curt, "I'm fine." Though it was a lie. Ayame had arrived early to the club room that day, and seemed worried rather than distressed and irritated. Upon seeing her sister, Mitsuki stood up and left the room, to talk to her sister. However, all the members of the Host Club could hear was, "Forget it. I'm just going to pack my bags and leave." Ayame stood there helplessly, watching as Mitsuki left the school in a terrible mood. An explanation? Today was the day their parents would choose between Ayame and Mitsuki. Today, one of them would be disinherited. It seemed that, while Mitsuki was in school, Ayame had received a call from her parents. They had chosen Ayame. They would be sending Mitsuki off to America, giving her away to some new, commoner family. And it had enraged Mitsuki, though she knew that it was coming. That was the result of no change. Because Yuki and Hoshi had not changed, they were separated. Mitsuki hadn't changed either. And now she was going to suffer the same fate. Nothing changes.
Ayame tried to follow Mitsuki home, but she'd been held up by members of the host club. However, she brushed them off and made her way down the hall, only to be stopped by members of her club for information about a community service project they would be working on. A half hour later Ayame had finished the discussion, and she rushed out of the school, deciding to walk home, knowing that the limo was probably taking Mitsuki home and she would have to wait longer if she didn't walk. The walk home was short anyways, if you took the shortcut. And so Ayame did. She took the shortcut, but it proved to be a fatal mistake. Two drunks were wandering down the alleyway, otherwise known as the shortcut, and, little to Ayame's knowledge, they were also armed. That afternoon, Ayame had been shot down by the drunks after trying to pass them. The drunks were never seen again, but when Mitsuki returned down the alleyway to find Ayame and apologize, there she found the girl's dead body.
Mitsuki found herself to blame. She should not have walked out on the girl like that, leaving her to walk home by herself. She knew she should have waited for Ayame to come before having her chauffer drive her off. She felt very guilty... she found it only fitting that she let her parents punish her with physical and verbal abuse. Mitsuki never thought she could have a close friendship with anyone ever again. Her best friend, her dear sister, had died. Had been murdered. She would never see her again, and she had suffered from a deep depression as plans to send Mitsuki to America were cancelled. They had no choice but to keep her now; she was the only heiress they had left. Mitsuki never smiled, ever again. She was not supposed to return to school until the end of the week... but something had occured that caused her to be out for three weeks. Meanwhile, in Ouran, the chairman of the school, also known as Tamaki's father, had announced about Ayame's death. There was some mourning, for Ayame had been... basically a brilliant student. Kind, polite, smart, caring. Mitsuki felt as though people missed her more than they would have missed her. But that didn't matter.
The members of the Host Club found that, on the next week, Mitsuki still hadn't returned. Only Kyouya, naturally, knew why. Mitsuki had been crossing the street. Maybe she had expected this to happen, maybe she had no idea. But she found her fate to be fitting for her. She was crossing the crosswalk, when a car sped down the street, being chased by a bunch of police cars. Mitsuki had frozen on the spot, her mind and body screaming at her to move. But she found herself immobile. That was how it happened. She was hit by a car, and stuck in a hospital for a long while. The doctors reported that she may not be able to walk for a very long time. Mitsuki could not move her stomach for a while, so her wounds wouldn't open up. She was sentenced to a wheelchair for a long while, and her parents finally stopped beating on her, knowing this was the ultimate punishment. So, two weeks later, she returned to the school as a cold, near-lifeless soul trapped in a wheelchair. ]
I love so many things! [ Chocolate. Mitsuki also likes playing the piano-- she is amazing at it. She likes American Music and can sing in American, though she's never sung in Japanese before. Mitsuki almost always has a set of headphones and her iPod with her when she is not in school. Mitsuki also enjoys spending her time with Kaoru, and loves the Host Club. She prefers to do things herself as well, and prefers tomboyish clothing and things. Now that Ayame is dead and she is in a wheelchair, Mitsuki hasn't shown much interest in anything, even if she still came to the Host Club daily. ]
But I hate a good lot of stuff too... [ Mitsuki hates being annoyed. She hates snobs, and she hates being alone, though she dealt with it anyways. Mitsuki hates her parents, but she welcomed their punishment willingly. She also hates bananas and their weird taste. The ugly yellow dresses are terrible and disgusting, and is among the things Mitsuki hates the most. Mitsuki hates pink things, girly things, ruffles, and frills. One more thing-- Mitsuki is terrified of heights. ]
Oh, I think I am in love! [ She thought she loved someone... Now she is afraid to love. Mitsuki does not want to lose someone she's close to ever again. ]
Oh, I'll listen to this at any time of day! [ Sky is Over by Serj Tankian. ]
How do I look in your eyes? [ I used to look like this. Shortly after Ayame's death, however, I cut my hair, and it looked like this. However, within the two weeks I was out of school, I did something more to my hair, just to make it look less messy. So it looks cropped, and neat, the hair stopping just below my ears. I AM flat chested, so I do sort of look like some young boy that's tall for his age. Not that I really care anymore... My eyes are a nice, bright blue color. I also wear the boy's high school uniform, rather than the girl's uniform. I stand at five feet and eight inches, and ever since I returned to the school I've been seen as dull and lifeless. Pale, too. ] In this fairytale, I don't pull the strings. [ Nine_Tailed_Dragon_Demon ]
Hey, I have a name you know! [ Kyoudai Kurisutaru ]
Huh, my age? [ Fifteen. ]
Oh, so I am in this class! [ 1-A ]
Wow, to think I've been in the Host Club for so long! [ Since beginning high school. ]
I love to visit this host! [ Never visits just one host. Has the Host
Hopping disease. Though, has a serious love for the twins. Normally
switches from them, to somebody else, then them again. Never from
another host to another. The Twins are always between each host. ]
Well, I'm gonna tell you my story now. [ Kyoudai was born into one of the richest
families in Japan. Her mother was a very famous clothes designer, and
owned her own company, while her father was an actor on a popular show, and also starred in many movies. But, the fact that her parents
automatically sent her to America to live with her father's ex wife made
sure that she didn't know about her heir to the fortune. Though, to some extent, she was still pretty rich, seeing as her father's ex wife got half the money from the divorce. She was one of two girls in a family of six. Growing up, she automatically became a tomboy. She always wrestled with her 'brothers', but her 'sister' went the total opposite path. She became one of the girliest girls you could ever meet. Whenever Kyoudai went to her sister for help, she always got excited because she thought it had something to do with something she would understand. But it never did, so she lost hope. She was kinda made fun of, being she was the only one with a Japanese name. Yet, it never occured to her that she WAS japanese. When the school age of her life came around, she didn't really get along with the girls at all. They always had a mirror somewhere with them. She normally hung out with the guys of her class.
When she got into middle school years, she still hung out with the guys, and started wearing the punk style, which matched her perfectly. Her friends always dissed her hair, but in a friendly way. The girls at school always called her the 'Sex Change', since she was never seen hanging out with a girl. One day, a girl came up and asked if she had ever worn a dress before, and it turns out that she never had. For Easter, because of her long hair, her friends insisted on her wearing a bunny costume, since her hair could be the ears, and they always wanted to see what she would look like. She never did, though, but got one of the guys to wear it. She always got teased by the 'cool' girls at her school. She never took the crap they dished out. Everytime they said something bad about her, she went straight up to them, grabbed them by the shirt, stared them straight in the face and started talking back to them with narrowed eyes. Every time, the girls just walked away, to scared to say anything else. She was somewhat a bully to others, but she always beats on her friends nicely. Like little punches on the arm and ruffling of the hair and junk.
Then, she met a girl in one of her classes that somewhat reminded her of herself. She was tomboyish. She wasn't girly for once. Mitsuki was her name. She was the only girl friend Kyoudai ever made. They became best friends, hanging with each other a lot. Kyoudai really enjoyed her company. It was nice to know that she wasn't the only non-girly woman on the earth.
At the slim age of 13, she was called down to the Principal's office. When she got down there, the reason was unbearable. The lady at the desk was on the phone, nodding with a sorrowful look on her face. When she hung up, she looked over at Kyoudai and held her shoulders. "Your mother is dead." was all the lady said. Nobody ever figured out why she died, but she did. And she was very young, so it wasn't from old age. Kyoudai felt torn apart, and was dismissed from classes for a few weeks to recover. Kyoudai ran home crying, something she rarely did. When she got home, she immediately started packing her stuff, since she would have to move somewhere. She wasn't old enough to live on her own, and her Aunt was the only one who lived in the house besides her cousins, who weren't old enough to live on their own either. The minute she stepped out the door, a huge plane landed in the street. Somebody called out her name, so she went to them. Her REAL mother and father were on the plane, and once she was on with everything she had, it took off again. Her parents told her the whole truth, about how they were her parents, that they were richer than anybody else she could ever imagine, and that she was the heir to their fortune and company. She didn't understand any of it at first because she didn't know Japanese. So her father had to translate it into english. It was rough, but she understood it.
It took her a year or so to finally take in the truth. She felt so.. Alone. Everybody looked so rich, and acted that way.. Somewhat snobby and arrogant.. But she stuck out among everybody. She was the daughter of one of the richest men in Japan, and she wasn't dressed up very nicely. Her father insisted on making her wear a dress that her mother esquisitly made for her, but she refused to wear it. It was everything she hated. Pink, fringed, glittery, and ruffled. She shuddered at the thought of EVER wearing something like that. Her father made her enroll into Ouran's Middle school section, since she was too young to start at Highschool. She was never with anybody. She was always torn away from everybody else, drawing or singing quietly to herself in the back of the room. She was always called beautiful by the guys in her classes, but she never heard them. She was in her own little world. Nobody ever dared come up to her, either, because of the way she dressed. They thought that she was going to beat them or something. Behind her back, she was called a nerd at times, for they wouldn't dare say it to her face. She was called this because of the fact she wore glasses, and the fact that she always carried her sketchbook around.
When she finally made it to Highschool, she was the same as in middle school. But, by this time, she knew every word in japanese, so she could completely understand them. At the end of the day, she tried to find somewhere quiet to draw by herself.. But when she opened the huge doors, there were a bunch of guys sitting around with a bunch of girls. She couldn't help but admit that some of them were hot. She was first greeted by a pair of super hot twins. She took a liking to them almost instantly, but as she slowly learned everybody's personalities, she couldn't help but keep switching between hosts. This takes her to where she is now, having the Host Hopping disease. She feels very open to the Hosts, because they're guys most likely. Yet, she doesn't know that one of them is a girl, but she doesnt exactly talk to Haruhi that much either. She likes to draw pictures related to the Host Club now, and her pictures are sometimes painted onto the wall of the Host room, but they aren't very big. And nobody really pays attention to them either. Kyoudai is slowly opening up into a regular world now, like what she used to have in America, yet she still feels alone after leaving all her best friends behind. Her life is slowly becoming enjoyable around other people again. ]
I love so many things! [ Kyoudai loves nature, though it's mostly for the animals and not so much for the ground and how things grow. She is a very talented singer, and likes to sing to herself to calm her down if sad or angry. She is a tremendous drawer, but the things she draws best are humans and wolves. Playing around with other people and dragging them around by the wrist are also things she likes to do with her friends. When bored, she loves to twirl her hair between her fingers, because for some reason, it calms her. Taking strolls alone under the stars is something she loves to do often, as it gives her time to set things straight and figure out her problems. She often listens to music, though if around other people, doesn't bother to listen to it so she can hear what they're saying. She loves making her enemies mad by either giving them the silent treatment, or talking bad about them behind their back. She loves anything that isn't to girly, meaning frilly, bright pink, or anything else. Neon colors and other abstract things are some of her favorite things to wear, but the stuff she likes to wear most is black, punkish stuff, though she isn't mean to anybody but her friends. She loves thunder storms, and isn't scared of the lightning. Whenever she hears thunder when at home, she goes outside and sits in the tree and listens intently. She likes to talk intelligently at times, but also likes to play pranks. (Note: There's a heck of a lot more, but the way she is, putting them down would just make you confused to no limit. ^^") ]
But I hate a good lot of stuff too... [ Kyoudai hates when people get overly nosey and don't leave her alone. When this happens, she can end up bursting out in anger and running out of the room. She hates hypocrites, and for some reason, end up slapping them across the face, no matter who it is. She hates annoying people, and people who judge her for her looks. She normally gets in fist fights with people who make fun of her or her friends. She HATES Renge, for she is annoying like a little kid, which she also hates. Some are alright, but she seriously hates when kids continually try to act cool or repeat themselves. This also explains why she isn't fond with Hunny much. She hates girly girls, and overly fan girls. Kyoudai hates intense heat / light. It makes her tired, which makes her cranky and really rude. She hates people criticizing her clothing. But, the thing she hates even more is when people criticize her drawing. But the thing she probably hates the most in her life.. Is bugs. Not because she's scared of them.. But just because they're so annoying. ]
Oh, I think I am in love! [ Nobody will ever know, for my secretive personality hides these kinds of things ]
Oh, I'll listen to this at any time of day! [ Viva la Gloria by Green Day ]
How do I look in your eyes? [ Kyoudai ]
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 5:00 pm
Announcements~
> The Ouran Host Club Welcomes You has successfully been recreated into this brilliant guild for the use of amazing and literate roleplayers. ^-^
> Hurray! We're now accepting profiles!
> This roleplay is officially OPEN. Don't be discouraged, of course we shall be accepting more and more profiles. Enjoy!
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 5:01 pm
Accepted Profiles, Cont. 'Cause I typed so much, I ran outta room! ;D In this fairytale, I don't pull the strings. [ Sam- Knight of Darkness ]
Hey, I have a name you know! [ Actually... I don't really know... I mean, my passports say my name is Amy Reynolds... But I feel like that's not my real name at all. ]
Huh, my age? [ This, again, is based off of passports. It says I'm sixteen. And, to be honest, I feel good about this piece of information. ]
Oh, so I am in this class! [ 1-A, according to the chairman. ]
Wow, to think I've been in the Host Club for so long! [ Pardon me, what's a host club? ]
I love to visit this host! [ Hosts? You mean a parasite? ]
Well, I'm gonna tell you my story now. [ I will be very honest with you... I really don't know my story. Not really. I only remember waking up a couple of months ago, not knowing who I was or anything of that sort. However, I did know things that seemed less important to me at the time. For example, how to fight. I swear, I have no clue why, but I had managed to punch the daylights out of this ship captain, whose boat I'd drifted toward unconsciously. I also knew several languages fluently, and many skills that I never imagined could be really put into any use at all. I mean, I doubt most of the stuff I did know was really necessary for anything. Anyway, I guess I'll just tell you what I do know. This will begin about two months previous.
The very first thing I remember was waking up. My back hurt a lot-- actually, I think I was hurting everywhere. I saw a woman at a desk, examining something, though I could barely understand what was going on at the moment. I had sat up, and immediately had an impulse, to attack the woman. I figure, now, it was out of fear... or confusion. One or the other-- I wouldn't know. Heh. I almost DID attack her, too, but the woman had heard movement and saw me jump up-- that was when she rapidly began to speak. I recognized the language as French. She was telling me to not attack her, that she had come in peace. I finally had taken in the situation at that point, and relaxed. Even after relaxing I had asked her, "What's going on?" It about summed up all of the questions rushing through my mind then and there. I mean, who was I? Where were we? Who was she? Why did I wake up here? What had happened to me that made me start hurting? Now that I think about it, the question I had asked was rather vague. Still, the woman had managed to explain all that she could.
She told me how she had found me in the water, floating with the current of the ocean. The sailors on deck had reeled me in, and took me to the woman-- whose name I learned was Sonya. From there, Sonya examined me for wounds-- seeing as she was also a medic-- and found three bullets in my back. Only in my back. Otherwise, I was fine. I'd apparently been out cold for a week since she'd found me. For the rest of the day in which she'd found me, she had contentrated on trying to help me, and she had taken the bullets out of my back, cleaned the wounds, and stitched it up, and did whatever else one would do to bullet wounds. While I slept, she spent a couple days examining and analyzing the bullets. She found the design of the bullets and was somehow able to determine what type of gun they belonged to. In addition she had found out that there was a hidden message within one of the bullets. In a way, it was light a laser light. If you tapped one of the buttons and flashed it against the wall, a piece of information would show up. This information? It had a name, Sara Hay, as well as a PIN number for a bank account, and an address to the bank the account was in. I only guessed I was Sara Hay. This name, however, didn't seem right. But, it was better than not having any other name at all. So I lived with it.
I spent a month aiding the sailors on deck with work. I had found out during this time that I was pretty good with manual labor. It was as though I was a natural worker. I was even stronger than most of the men on deck-- and, looking in a mirror, I determined I was in my teens, whereas these men were in their twenty or thirties. At the end of the month, we had arrived near land-- specifically, the land where the bank was located. South Korea. With warm farewells I left the ship and traveled through the small village in South Korea, looking for this bank. Unfortunately for me, I'd taken a nap on a park bench, finding nowhere else to stay-- and I'd happened to come across the small park at that moment. My nap was interrupted shortly after falling asleep. Two officials had seen me sleeping and had the nerve to wake me up. They had ordered me to leave-- yea, I could understand Korean. I had told them I had nowhere else to stay. Now, for some reason, these men thought I was disrespecting them. Are all police officers like this? Or is it because they're Korean? I wouldn't know. But they tried to arrest me. Out of instinct I knocked them both out, and ran for my life. Oh man, thank god it was dark out. I was sure they hadn't seen my face. But I'd have to get new clothing just to be on the safe side.
I was going down a block near the bank when I passed by-- to my luck, a woman giving away free clothing. Just by looking at me, the woman offered me clothing-- mine were in near rags. It was the result of hard work, I guess. She allowed me to change in her bathroom, and I did just that. When I left, I probably looked sharper than I had before. I thanked the woman, giving her some cash that Sonya had given me before in gratitude, and then continued my journey toward this bank. I arrived not too long after, and entered the area. I approached the desk and entered my pin number. A man then approached me and motioned for me to follow him to my vault. In front of my vault was a machine of sorts... I wasn't sure what that thing was, but I was supposed to press my thumb into the censor so it could identify my fingerprint. I came out with a positive identity, and the door to the vault opened. The man, handing me my key, stood outside the door while I went it. In this vault was a single, metal box. Behind that box were many other boxes, in which I only assumed was money. Using the key, I opened the box, and pulled it out like a drawer of sorts. To my total surprise, there were thousands of dollars in every country's currency. How did I get all of this? I looked around some more and found two handguns, and quite a few passports. I opened one that would have allowed me into Japan. When I looked at the passport, I didn't see much for information. There was another name-- Amy Reynolds. That sounded better than Sara Hay. After that was my birthdate. Doing the math in my head, I determined I was sixteen years old-- and had actually turned sixteen while I was on the boat. There was plenty more information on the passport that I would have determined important. It was sorta strange. Well, I took out some of the Korean currency, and then about a hundred thousand yen-- I had made the decision to go to Japan in that second-- and that was only because I had picked up that passport. Strange, how my mind works, don't you think? I closed the box up, taking my passports and cash only, and put these items in a bag that Sonya had given me. I left the vault and handed the man my key. He lead me back to the front desk, and I requested for a debit card of sorts, as well as to know how much I actually had in my vault. Turns out I am filthy rich.
This began my journey to Japan. I had called for a taxi after leaving the bank, and he took me to the airport. I paid him, entered the airport, and purchased a ticket for the next flight to Tokyo, Japan. That flight wouldn't be in another couple hours. So, I decided to hang around for a while. I left the airport and decided to take a look around the area. That would potentially be a bad idea. About two hours later I was prepared to go get myself ready for the flight. On my way back into the airport, the two officials from the previous night had appeared. And they recognized me. Bad.
They began to run after me, but I decided against running from them. I mean, I could just take them out again. Wrong thinking. Plenty of people were around. And the officers had their guns drawn on me. However, I still didn't run. I worked with this. They almost fired at me, but I managed to get out of the way. With moves that I hadn't even known I possessed, I took the gun away from one officer and kicked a gun out of the hands of the other. I aimed the first gun at the both of them, and they cowered in fear. I threw the gun aside-- killing was beneath me. They had looked away for a moment, and I had dashed off. By the time they had grabbed their guns and turned around, I was already going through the metal detector. I passed, grabbed my bag, and immediately boarded my flight-- right on time. I was willing to bet the policemen were in the airport searching for me by the time the door to our flight closed. I had smirked. I had surpassed the cops.
Not too long after, I had arrived in the Tokyo airport. I grabbed my bag and left the airport. The first thing I would do, I had decided, was to buy myself some form of house. To my surprise, there was a decent-sized house on a street in the district of Bunkyo that I could buy. It wasn't any sort of mansion, but it was larger than a normal house or apartment, that was for sure. After about a week everything was finalized, and I had officially bought the house-- and completely paid the loan. I had discovered that out of all of my cash, the cash in American and Japanese currencies was the most. But even then, I could always exchange another currency for the Japanese yen and have more money. And on top of that, I could try to get myself a decent job. With my intelligence I could be a pharmacy technician or something until I become of age to get a better job. Technicians got pretty good money, someone had told me. And in Japan, I was able to apply for that job at my age. So, I did. I applied for the job. I now work there on Saturdays and Sundays.
My next plan of action was an education. I felt like I knew a lot already, but I didn't want to go without any diplomas. That wouldn't get me a job at all. So, I had gone around and asked neighbors for a good school to go to. They told me that, with my money, I could go to a prestigious school called Ouran Academy. I decided, why not? That day, I had walked into Ouran Academy to speak to the chairman. I was going to explain to him most of my story (excluding the fighting and the whole escaping-the-cops deal), and see if I could negotiate with the man. Fortunately for me, he was an easy-going guy. I had told him I had some sort of amnesia, and I didn't remember much about myself at all. I'd added that I have no clue whether or not my family exists anymore, and only know that I am filthy rich in all country's currents-- and also had a decent job. The chairman luckily understood, and had decided to help me by trying to look my name up and search for my origins. But he could find none. Nothing. At all. It was as though my life was a complete mystery. I had him try the name Sara Hay. He tried it, but all he got was information that had been given for my bank account. So, I have the chairman, Suoh, my passport. Even with that information he couldn't find anything about me. Suoh told me not to get discouraged, though. He told me he'd put in the information that I had, and include that I had amnesia and there was no data whatsoever on me. I made one final request-- seeing as I couldn't remember what I had and hadn't learned, and I was unaware of the curriculum, I requested to take the entrance exam that was given to those entering the school through a scholarship. Chairman Suoh agreed, and gave me the test the following week.
I had passed. With flying colors. It was a huge surprise, seeing as I don't even know what a school is like. I just somehow knew all of this information. Suoh told me I was more than prepared to enter the school. He added that I would be in class 1-A, and then he took me to a room with the school's uniforms. I looked at the female uniforms. Yellow. Dresses. Frilly. Revolting. I mean, I wasn't the boyish type of girl. But these dresses were disgusting. I didn't tell that to Chairman Suoh, but I told him politely that I disliked the dresses and requested the male uniform. Being the type of person I was I had added to pay extra for the change, but Suoh had simply laughed and told me not to worry about it. In addition he told me that if I ever needed anything, I was to go to him. I guess he'd taken it upon himself to be a fatherly figure toward me, since I doubted I actually had a father.
Since then, I've been getting used to my surroundings. Working, making a living. Simple stuff. It was weird to get used to at first, but I adapted smoothly. However, there are times when I feel a bit of a sharp pain in my back, from the bullets most likely. Also, lately I've had visions. Like, first there would be huge migrain, and I'd find myself in unbearable pain. Shortly after, I would get a vision. I have gotten three so far, and all of them were generally the same vision-- though there was more detail in each vision I saw. My latest vision was of me. I was entering... some sort of boat. I had killed two guards, knocked out two, and slipped by three unnoticed. At first, I was confused as to why exactly I was doing this. I mean, not myself in the vision, but me. I wasn't sure what this version of myself was doing. I had a gun, I was dressed in black, and I was staying within the shadows to travel. I gathered I was on some sort of undercover mission type of thing. I finally entered a room. There was a man, on a couch, sleeping. I snuck up behind the couch, and pointed the gun at the man's head. However, I had no clue what happened then. The vision ended.
I couldn't help but wonder... what did this mean? And I had ended up in the ocean with three bullets in my back. Now that I think about it, the clothing that Sonya had seen me first wearing before she gave me cleaner ones were the same exact clothing. Could these visions actually mean something? I suppose I will have to wait and find out. For now, today was the day I get to attend Ouran Academy. Chairman Suoh had showed me to classroom 1-A, though I had already memorized where it was. I was given a map when I had first come, and I studied it out of excitement almost every day. The classes, actually, were relatively easy. I'd even made a couple of friends, too. Though, they wore those yellow dresses. I didn't judge them for that though. Hehe. Well, they keep on telling me about this... Host Club? They're practically dragging me there now to check it out. I have no clue what a Host Club is, though. And they won't tell me WHAT it is. They just tell me that I'll have to wait and see. What I'm expecting are a group of students studying certain parasitic relationships... ]
I love so many things! [ It's strange... I've forgotten so much, but I actually remember something as simple as my likes and dislikes. For starters, I have taken a liking to music. It's a wonderful thing, actually Sonya taught me how to play the guitar, and I picked up rather quickly. I found a liking to the genre known as rock. After Sonya had stopped panicking the day I'd woken up, I found out that she actually was from America-- she just spoke French when nervous. So, I'd taken a liking to American music. I like it. It's catchy. Hm... what else do I like? I have seen dogs around here... and they are so cute. I am thinking about adopting one for myself soon. I have the money! My neighbor has a husky. He is amazing! I want a husky~ Oh, another thing I like-- motorcycles. They're so fun, yet dangerous. My other neighbor taught me how to ride his. I have awesome neighbors, and they've all accepted me brilliantly. The thrill of a motorcycle makes me happy inside~ Haha! Oh, and I love the fall season. It's the perfect season. Not too hot, but not too cold. It's the perfect weather to play around, and the rain is nice and cool at that time too. The scenery is beautiful, too. Finally, I LOVE soccer~! Sonya also introduced soccer to me. She always showed soccer matches to me through the TV she had on the ship. And then, when I moved in Japan, my neighbor's son and daughter played with me all the time. I learned I am an amazing soccer player, and I have a strong kick, and throw-in. Oh, soccer is such a great game~! ]
But I hate a good lot of stuff too... [ Hm... what do I hate? Well, I'm not fond of cats. They're mean. I was clawed by my neighbor's cat yesterday. It hurt a loooootttt. OW! Cats are mean to me, I have no idea why. Perhaps because I love dogs? Probably. Cats and dogs, I've heard, aren't friendly with each other. I also hate those ugly yellow dresses! It's disgusting! In fact, I hate dresses in general! I'll wear skirts, but NO dresses, frills, ruffles, or PINK! EW! Heh, uhm... I found out the other day that I don't like it when someone takes advantage of me or someone else, or just treats one poorly. Even if it isn't me, just watching it really ticks me off. I mean, would YOU want to be treated that way? I can't see anyone wanting to be treated like that... Oh, field hockey. Another thing I dislike. I don't even know why! I just never liked the game. My neighbor tried to make me play it with her and I downright hated it immediately! I hate not knowing anything about my life. Just living in a mystery? I'm not really into that, y'know? I'd like to know who my parents were, or if I had any siblings... or just if I even had a life all together. I officially don't like amnesia. Finally, one more thing I hate so much! People who think EVERYTHING is their business! I mean, how much of a jerk can you be? To go around thinking that you must know everything and invade one's personal life? You really must be an a__hole, I'm sorry. ]
Oh, I think I am in love! [ Am I in love? I don't think so... ]
Oh, I'll listen to this at any time of day! [ Ooh, I actually have heard this song many times. It's called Breathe Into Me by Red. ]
How do I look in your eyes? [ It has been a while since I have really looked in a mirror... ]
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 5:02 pm
This roleplay is now accepting characters.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 2:51 pm
We are officially OPEN.
Feel free to post whenever you wish now. You don't have to wait for an opening post from me or Nine Tails, but you can if you would like some sort of idea how to start. You can basically just enter the club room if you're a guest. If you're a host, you are ALREADY in the club room.
~The Ouran Host Club is open and ready for business~
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 3:17 pm
People were staring. It was very quiet. They were too busy staring at the new arrival to speak. It was typical, however. The broken and injured kids always happen to be the center of staring. Especially if the staring is coming from rich kids. Mitsuki never got this kind of attention in America. This was probably because the rich were so pampered by their wealth that they never did get hurt. The girl in question, known as Mitsuki, was wheeling herself down the halls, towards an elevator. Thank god there were dozens of elevators everywhere. Her American school had only one elevator. But the many elevators located throughout this huge school prevented Mitsuki from suffering a long ride. If you had not figured out already, Mitsuki was in a wheelchair.
Three weeks ago, Mitsuki had arrived in school with a foul attitude. An attitude not very characteristic, ever since she met the Host Club. It was obvious something was up, yet she didn't answer anybody. When Ayame, her younger sister, had arrived to the club early, Mitsuki had left the room. After a shout heard from outside the club room, she had not been seen since. The very next day, Ayame's death had been reported throughout the middle and high school section. Mitsuki was expected to be out for a week. She never returned. Nobody knew that she had been struck by a car at the end of that week, causing her to be out for two whole weeks. The exception? Kyouya Ootori, simply because it seemed he knew everything and it was his family's hospital she stayed at. So, seeing Mitsuki return to the school in a wheelchair had definitely caught many students by surprise. With a cold stare and nothing more, Mitsuki had managed to clear the halls as she wheeled down to the elevator. It was as though the girl was a lifeless and blank doll who could move on her own. The only time her expression ever changed, was when something annoyed her. Why Mitsuki had even wanted to return to the host club was beyond even her. Going there would attract more attention, and she didn't want that. Still, the little bit of life left inside of her wanted to visit.
In front of the elevator, Mitsuki attempted to reach over to open the door to the elevator. The problem was, in her position, her arm couldn't reach the button unless she leaned forward just a tiny bit. Mitsuki had tried leaning forward earlier that day, but she ended up hurting her stitched-up stomach even more. She didn't want help, so calling for aid was out of the question. It seemed Mitsuki was as stubborn, independant, and rebellious as ever, even if she didn't seem to show much emotion at all. Just as she had done earlier that day, however, Mitsuki pulled a slim metal pole from her bag, and poked at the button to open the door. Finally. Her hand wrapped around a clutch of sorts, as her wheelchair was run mechanically rather than with just wheeling herself with her arms, and moved it forward as though she was driving a car in a video game, wheeling herself into the elevator. Using her metal pole she closed the door and pressed the button to lead her to the next floor up, where Music Room Three was located. The elevator began to move up, and Mitsuki felt her stomach drop a little. It wasn't a brilliant feeling for her stomach. The elevator door finally opened again, and Mitsuki wheeled out of there, turning slightly and making her way down the hall, toward Music Room Three. Mitsuki was silently wondering going into the Host Club after her disappearance really was a good idea. Still, she would enter anyway, her face still blank, dull, and lifeless as ever.
Things had definitely changed. Mitsuki never believed in change. But this change was certainly not for the better. So, she had changed her belief. Mitsuki never believed in good change. Nothing changed for the better. The fact that nothing had changed before led to all of this. Mitsuki grabbed her pole, and rapped it against the door to the Host Club, seeing as she couldn't open it on her own.
((I guess I'll post as Mori later. Lol. Not entirely sure how to enter him in anyway.))
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 8:05 pm
At the moment the door opened, a gust of wind blew, and a shower of rose-petals flew around Mitsuki as well.
A soft and tender voice echoed through the hall. It had musical quality to it, as though it were sung by an angel-or at least the tone was just that well acted and practiced. It was warm, welcoming, and full of cheer, as though any who entered were greeted with a full servant service, something on par with the greatest of luxury hotels.
"Greetings valued guest, and welcome to the Ouran High School Host Club. Aren't we looking beautiful today? Is it your hair? Or did you just drop in from Heaven," For a moment the spotlight at the end of the room blanketed the rest of the room in a slight dim, but then it lightened as a tall, blonde figure trod forward, a rose held before him as he went down on a knee, the air around him seeming to sparkle and glow. ", my fair lady?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 8:41 pm
If it had been four weeks previous, Mitsuki would have responded differently. She would have grinned, giving a cheerful response explaining that she just must have had a good day that day, and then greeted Tamaki politely. After this, she would have acknowledged every member of the host club, first Haruhi, then Kyouya, Honey-senpai, Mori-senpai, and then the twins. She would have also walked toward the couch (ooc: inside joke, lol) where she sat with the twins, and then the day would have flown by as normal.
Yes, things had most certainly changed. If her dreary appearance and her lack of leg-usage hadn't proved it, her next response certainly would have.
First off, hair? Mitsuki had barely done anything to it. She ran a brush through it, sure, but it looked the same as always. However, with the dead look she had, her hair seemed to be lacking... something. Perhaps the energy that her face brought out? Energy. It was something that Mitsuki would possibly never feel again.
Secondly, 'dropping in from heaven?' Mitsuki would be going to hell, there was no doubt about it. If anything, she had returned from a dark pit of nothingness. Sounds depressing, sure. But did you really expect the new Mitsuki to burst in and announce that life was beautiful? Four weeks ago, absolutely. Now, never.
You could have turned the sparkling and glowing aura around Tamaki into a down, depressing, and dead aura as long as Mitsuki was in the room. Her face may not have shown much sadness, but it was the aura she was giving off that gave her hurt and emotional pain away. Her face was otherwise impassive; blank, dead, dull. What was once vibrant pools of blue in her eyes were now a dull steel blue color. Something like a gray mixed in, paled considerably. That vibrant red rose held before Tamaki could have wilted if Mitsuki's aura had that power.
"I suppose it's a good thing to be back," she mumbled simply, working to wheel herself around everybody. By herself. Independantly. No, she would not ask for help. Mitsuki gave an inaudible and barely noticable sigh, and ignored Tamaki's compliments all together. Mitsuki also was not eating her regular before-club chocolate bar. Emotionally and mentally, Mitsuki had died. She was still there physically, but she was in too much pain. It was hard for her to even contain it. But she did.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 8:21 am
The instant the words came out of Mitsuki's mouth, Tamaki's aura changed dramatically. It was as though the world crumbled around him and he fell into a depression, running to the corner and suddenly as though by magic, causing mushrooms to sprout.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 10:31 am
Oh, how annoying. Four weeks ago, Mitsuki would have rushed to the corner where Tamaki was cultivating mushrooms, and would have apologized immediately and tried to fix her words. Now, she simply wheeled past everyone to her own, new couch, ultimately ignoring Tamaki and his mushroom-sprouting emo corner. She didn't seem to really care anymore; she only found it annoying and irritating. Obnoxious.
Another thing Mitsuki used to love? Cake. Everytime Honey-senpai offered her cake, she would have agreed to it willingly. No, she wasn't host hopping. She was just dropping in for a slice of cake before she went to the twins. Mitsuki did this every day, even after her chocolate bar. So a big surprise was awaiting everyone as Honey, hugging Usa-chan tightly, skipping over toward Mitsuki--- well, if you actually thought about Mitsuki now, it wasn't much of a surprise. "Mitsu-chan! We missed you!" Honey-senpai chirped, beaming cutely. "Do you want some cake before you say hi to Hika-chan and Kao-chan?"
In response, Mitsuki simply stopped her wheelchair, and looked at Honey. She was still expressionless, though her eyes had not hardened just as much as they had in front of Tamaki. "I'll pass," she replied flatly, turning back forward-- and wincing, feeling the pain in her stomach-- and wheeling herself toward a lonely couch. Maybe now would be a good time to work on homework... She could go straight to bed when she got home, if it was done now...
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 11:49 am
(Ooc: Sorry I haven't posted yet.. ^^; And I know TWO ways to make Mitsuki happy again.. But, I'm going to wait for a bit before introducing one of them. xD Just a heads up (For Sam..), I've already RPed both of them out with you. XD And, nice job with Tamaki! >w<) Along with the cheerful greeting that Tamaki gave out, you could also hear the twins voice, in perfect harmony with each other and Tamaki. It was quite obvious that things like this were practiced. They put on a bright grin, but it dissapeared when they saw the condition they're guest was in. A wheelchair? What on earth happened? Thoughts such as this flowed through the siamese twins' minds as they examined her movements. Things seemed completely different now. Ignoring Tamaki? Not even apologising to him? Ignoring Hunny's offering for cake? And there wasn't even a hint of chocolate in the air! They hid they're worry for the girl very well, infact. Seeing as she was they're regular guest, the twins automatically knew that she hated having others worry over her. Why? Nobody really knew. These orange haired twins, who are known for they're lovely brotherly love acting, had the names of Hikaru and Kaoru. Dispite age difference, Kaoru seemed to be the more mature one, and was always more thoughtful.. yet, he was worse at math than Hikaru, who wasn't very well at his foreign language class either. Somewhat self concieled, I might add, these twins were in they're own little world. Why? Nobody could ever tell them apart.. That is, until they met Haruhi. She was the first. But, without knowing it, it was infact Mitsuki who had first figured them out. Hikaru and Kaoru were the Michevious type.. Which, didn't exactly show until most of the guests were gone. How did it mostly show? When they taunted Haruhi, or Tamaki. It was fun in they're eyes~
Looking into Hikaru's eyes, then Kaoru's, you could almost tell that Kaoru was more worried about Mitsuki than Hikaru was. Why? Well.. He's more... Connected to Mitsuki, you could say. This connection probably happened when she and her sister did the same thing they did in middle school.. Switching the letters around. After a bit of teaching, Kaoru had gotten a good punch in the face. Without his word, Hikaru would've hit them back, dispite the 'its rude to hit a girl' rule. He simply took the punch, and understood that torturing girls was wrong.. But, she didn't know how they felt. And, she never would. Think of it like this.. Ever get mad when somebody tells you that you remind them of somebody else? Do you ever get mad because of it? Well, think of it in they're eyes. Nobody could even tell them apart.. They were always told each was like the other.. But how would they know? How would they know which ones traits belonged to which twin? Not even they're parents could tell them apart.
Locking arms, Kaoru and Hikaru trotted over to Mitsuki, who was over by the couch. It was like they're designated couch in the club room. Out of all the couches, this one ALWAYS had these twins sitting on it. Arms still locked, they leaned forward and looked at Mitsuki, tilting they're heads. "What happened?" they asked in unison. Still, Kaoru's eyes were more concerned. He just hoped she wouldn't notice. They both noticed the dull grey color seemingly painted over her beautiful blue eyes. Any more grey, and it would've reminded them of Kyouya's cold, piercing eyes. A small shudder went up Hikaru's spine, and he exchanged looks with Kaoru before sitting down on the couch, leaning over the arm with interest, awaiting her reply. Taking a step through the doors, starring down confused at the rose petals on the floor of the hallway, she walked into the abandoned music room. Well, it wasn't to abandoned anymore.. Infact, it was probably one of the most popular rooms in the school. Who was she? Her name was Kyoudai, one very.. Weird, girl, you could say. Why? Her hair. Long, silky.. Wait, that doesn't sound to weird, right? Wrong~ Her hair was purple. And not dyed.. Oh no. It was NATURALLY purple. A natural, light purple, as well as her eyes. She was known to be a host hopper. And, she was. Kyoudai could never just pick one~ The only one she never really chose was Hunny. Not because he was a sugar addict.. But because he acted like such a little kid. In all truth, she hated little kids. Annoying as anything.
As soon as Kyoudai stepped foot into the club room, her attitude somewhat lightened. She was in a somewhat bad mood before she had walked in. For no reason, too. Maybe it was just a bad day or something. She trotted in and automatically noticed something wrong. For one, Tamaki was already in his emo corner- Actually, that was pretty usual. The thing that caught her eye was that Mitsuki was in a wheelchair. Sure, she always broke bones and such.. But a wheelchair? "Must've really screwed herself up this time.." she muttered. She walked over to Tamaki. This was her host for the time being. She sat down next to him, sitting on her knees, calves under her, and tilted her head, giving off a wide smile. "Good morning, Tamaki~" she chimed, putting a hand on her lap and another hand in the air, waving politely. (Ooc: THAR. C: I feel accomplished. xD)
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