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 Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 5:19 pm
~Shirokidan High School~
Known to the locals and the students who go there as the 'White Palace' for its bright, white walls, its large premises and its modern style, Shirokidan is the largest high school in the Iwadate Province and only slightly smaller than the nearby East Oshu Private Academy in nearby Oshu City. Built almost right on the beaches of Northeastern Japan's Iwate Prefecture, the school is not particularly populous, but it is well-funded and resourceful nonetheless. Its current claim to fame is its nationally-ranked (and six-time National Champion) Girls' Beach Volleyball Team, which draws huge crowds for its games regularly and is the envy of all the other school clubs. Also well known throughout the White Palace are its hamburgers, a rarity in Japanese schools that are served daily at Shirokidan High. Coming in many sizes and famous for being absolutely delicious, there is always a rush at lunch hour to be the first to grab one in the school cafeteria...
The school itself is large, with three levels in the city-side wing of the school...each pertaining to a specific grade level with Freshmen on Level 1, Juniors on Level 2, and Seniors on the Third Level. There is a homeroom classroom for each of five different classes in each grade, in addition to a science room, a music room, and a Home-Economics room for specific class studies. In the center wing of the facility is a large lobby adjacent to the cafeteria where students hang out and have lunch during the hour-long lunch periods. Also in the back of the center wing is a large auditorium and stage used by the drama club, music club, and for assemblies/speeches, etc.
On the beach-side wing, the largest wing of the school by far (side-ways, as there is only one very tall level to the building), there are several large facilities for basketball, swimming, kendo, martial arts clubs, and of course, storage facilities. To the North of the school facility is the large baseball field where the team seeks its dream of reaching the Koushien together. To the South can be found the soccer field, thought he club's failings have lead to the degradation of the club into relative obscurity amongst the student body. And on the beach itself, kept much nicer and as well seated as any other part of the school is the beach volleyball court where the 'Pride of Shirokidan' practices and plays the majority of their matches every season. Many fans and students can often be found at their games, and though many have tried to peep at their practices in the past, most who try leave with a volleyball imprint on their face and a hazy memory of what they might have seen...
For most of the day, this is where students will be spending their time...in class, with friends, or in their clubs getting ready for their next big contest. Quote: Home room teachers for each room as as follows:3-A: Dr. Shou Satake, Special Topics and School Nurse [Kendo Club Adviser] (Perhaps the most normal teacher in the school, he is an excellent orator and fills in brilliantly when allowed to take over a classroom for an ill professor. It is a wonder he has never been hired for a regular position, but remains stuck as the school nurse for now. Is also an excellent adviser to the Kendo Club.)3-B: Mr. Atsushi Naoyasu, Japanese Language Teacher [Basketball Club Adviser] (Young professor whom many view as inexperienced despite his expertise in the subject. Believes it is his students who cannot keep up with his lessons, and dresses up as a shogun from time to time to try and inspire them...to little avail.]3-C: Ms. Mami Yamazawa, Japanese Lit. Teacher [Swim Club Adviser] (Youngest on staff at 24, she is not exactly a bombshell, but still admired by most of the young males in the school for being a good looking female teacher. Excellent swimmer who often falls short of her goals due to a diminutive stature.)3-D: Mr. Seto Touya, Physics Teacher [Sewing Club Adviser] (Very, very old and hard of hearing, tends to prattle on for long periods of time about this and that. Likes to sew and talk about his grandchildren...)3-E: Mr. Tetsuo Kota, Gym Teacher [Baseball Adviser] (Slave-driver. Very serious about making his team into a winner and pushes his Ace hard. Makes gym students jog 10 kilometers in the sand once every year as a 'fitness test'.2-A: Ms. Tsune Tanibasaki, Health Teacher [Karate Club Adviser] (The daughter of a famous local karate dojo's master, she never took the sport seriously and became something of a drunk in college...and never quit drinking regularly. Frequently comes to school with a hangover and only got her job as teacher and adviser to the Karate Club on her father's name. She resents him for it and isn't afraid to say so.)2-B: Mr. Ito Yakisobi, Chemistry Teacher [Drama Club Adviser] (Tall, thin, and pompous. Narcissistic to the point of carrying a mirror everywhere he goes, looks down on students and earns their ire with his self-important ways.)2-C: Mr. Jon Kawano, Creative Writing Teacher [School Paper Adviser] (Popular teacher for how hard he works and how much he cares about students. Loves art and writing, and produces weekly comics sandwiched into the school papers every Monday.)2-D: Mr. Shiki Kobayakawa, Classical Literature [Soccer Club Adviser] (Something of an idealist and a dreamer, loves to use literary quotes and references from songs to try and inspire his soccer club into playing well...and to cover for the fact that he was never very good at soccer. As expected, his attempts fail rather often and the club is quite poor...)2-E: Ms. Yuri Koigakubo, Upper-Level Math [Not an Adviser] (Young but unlucky in love, she tends to ramble on about her misfortunes more than she does teach. She often makes students wonder why they are actually paying to come to school here...)1-A: Ms. Sita Shime, History Teacher [Not an Adviser] (Eats a lot. Doesn't like to teach much. Often under review for behavioral issues.)1-B: Ms. Alice Beckenbauer, English Teacher [Beach Volleyball Adviser] (Former United States Olympian in Beach Volleyball, she was recruited to Shirokidan to continue their program's national success on the court. Has a good rapport with and the respect of her players, but is under a lot of pressure constantly, which rubs off on her players sometimes.)1-C: Mrs. Sally Kimiko, Biology Teacher [Not an Adviser] (Obese, hairy, and utterly repulsive, also serves as the lunchlady. Is fairly lecherous, but somehow her hijinks amuse some people...hence why she still has a job.)1-D: Ms. Eriko Tomiya, Home-Ec Teacher [Music Club Adviser] (Sickly sweet to the point of diabetes testing, she treats students like they are children even if they don't appreciate it. Seems to be trying too hard...)1-E: Mr. Ichiro Tanaka, Math Teacher [Debate Team Adviser] (Nerdy and unkempt, he is often very frazzled and has trouble maintaining control over his students. Despite that, those who learn from him respect his wisdom and that he can relate to things they enjoy.)Shirokidan High
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 8:42 pm
 ~Haruto Mashiba, Mysterious Transfer Student~
(Welcome to Persona 4.5 Opening)Shirokidan High School...known to the local students and tourists as the 'White Palace'...it was a glimmering gem on the Iwadate Boardwalk, looming over the bright sands and the clear, glistening waters of the eastern coast. For a small coast village, the town itself was enormously wealthy, and as you walked down the boardwalk you could see eateries of all classes, shops for the tourists both rich and poor, but the richest location of all was undoubtedly the school itself. Even with the Tsukuyomi Shrine close by, it was easy to forget that the town had been founded on spiritualism, and once you were inside the pearly walls of the Palace, saw the money that had been poured in to upgrade their top-shelf athletic facilities, their state-of-the-art classrooms, and the level of students that had come to populate the majority of the school it was easy to see why the locals were willing to extend their hands to the tourists who sought refuge in their traditional and franchise, beachfront inns. Their shops were powered by the money that flowed in, and much of the town was very well off, enough so that it was not uncommon for parents to shut down the beach shops for big events at the school so that they could crowd themselves into the area around the beach volleyball court, the baseball field, and so on to catch a glimpse of the hottest tickets east of Oshu City. Days went by in this laid back fashion, but for all the new people who came and went, the ease with which mindless fun came to pass for the youth of Iwadate, there was very little of a real intrigue which happened in the small tourist attraction of a community. Only the rumors coming from the area around the Shrine of late, of voices and ghouls which haunted the nighttime shores had ever caught the interest of the local students, but even the interest in that was fleeting, little more than a destination for students wanting to 'test their courage'. In fact, it was fair to say that within this town, almost nothing of note happened at all...and even the events happening far across the country, dominating the national news, seemed like a far away sort of dream for them.
It was easy to see how amidst a laid back town like this, a person could lose track of another person...someone who slipped into the darkness...how the warning signs could go by so quietly unheeded.
*THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!*
"Open up in there! What do you think you're doing!?" an old voice thundered, the beats coming from the door bringing a small, sly smirk to the pale chin and lips of a boy. His long fingers dipped down to a small microphone and twisted a knob labeled volume to the maximum...
"Can you hear me?"
*THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
"Open this door...NOW! Do you really want to get on my bad side on your first...?!" The boy's thin, cobalt eyes shifted to the door and he couldn't remove the curl on his lips. Inside his mind, he could have sworn he heard something just now...a voice...a tune, just a few notes...another voice. He flicked a switch on the microphone and leaned forward, wetting his lips as another note played inside of his head. He could hear the voice again...
"Can you hear...it?"
*THUMP! THUMP! SLAAAM!*
"I'm going to give you to the count of ten! Do you understand me?!" He could scarcely hear the voice at the door now, the pounding inside of his mind growing louder...a voice, a song...music, notes, something smooth resonating inside of him...who was talking? The door shook, it was as though he could see it in his mind. Was the principal counting down now? He leaned forward and pressed his lips together, touching his fingers to the stud in his left ear out of habit.
"Will you step forward...into the unknown?"
"Good morning, Shirokidan High School..." the low, smooth voice of a young man sounded over the public announcement system in the White Palace, into every classroom, giving them a taste of a sound that was different from the elderly voice that they were used to. Heads peeked up in curiosity, a lazy looking teacher actually scoffed and used the distraction to take a sip out of her flask hidden inside of her jacket pocket. The man on the outside of the door's eyes flared with rage. Inside, the boy's white teeth shone in a trademark half-smirk smile. "My name is..."
*THUMP! SLAM! THUMP!*
"Can you face the darkness...and the light...with your heart as your guide?"
His own voice boomed over the PA system, singing some song that must have been written by a recent idol...and he was fairly good, too, his fingers drumming on the teacher's desk as he went, that smirk on his lips growing wider, the boy clearly having fun as his eyes shifted towards the door. And then it was there again, like a lance piercing through his mind. That voice, ringing inside of his head...he winced slightly and had to pull back away from the microphone to avoid it being heard over the system. That song...it was so loud now, thundering inside of his ears...he shook his head but it was all that he could hear, all that he could think of! He registered something being said nearby, something like a number...but now he could see it, see something inside of his mind! A face to go with the voice...who was he?!
*SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!*
"You cannot turn back...you have one year..."
"NINE! he couldn't hear the voice outside, only the ringing inside of his head...the song, the voice, he could see that wrinkly face with his gray hair, his piercing eyes, that...that nose...leaning forward, he pressed his lips close to the microphone.
"Can you hear it...?"
"This is Mashi-Ba Punk Radio..."
"Can you hear...?"
"TEN!"
*SLAM! CRASH! BAM!*
"Can you...?!"
"...signing out!"
"How dare you pull a stunt like...?!"... ... "Can you hear the song of your soul?!"Quote:  ~::Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 4(.5)::~  ~A 'Magic Guilds of Gaia' Production~"Can you hear the song of your soul?" "Will you walk into the dark abyss?" "Memento Mori"
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 9:09 pm
 Mijiyou Harusuhei, Energetic Weirdo
::Come on~ Where's the fun in that?::
As the voice rang out over the intercom, Miji found himself lending a rare ear to the comments. Clearly, this was no ordinary announcement, and at the sounds from it, it wasn't anything planned.
He smirked, dropping the ball in his arm as he kicked it up, balancing it on his head.
"Mashi-Ba Punk Radio?" he called, before ducking down and bopping it up. "I like the sound of this guy."
Yeah, the school was too dull sometimes. It needed something to liven it up. Though he had to know.
Who was the source of this wonderful little hijink? Bopping the ball rhytmically as he walked, he started down the halls, in hope of catching a glimpse whomever it was that started this bit of fun. Most people wouldn't have the guts to try something in such an uptight fancy place like this. So.....
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 9:29 pm
  Yamato Imagawa
::Heir to the Imagawa Clan::Another day surrounded by these people. Yamato Imagawa slumped forward in his seat slightly as the seconds hand ticked along the face of the clock. The heir to the imagawa clan looked up constantly to the clock; the hours never seemed to slip by fast enough for his tastes. What was the point anyway? He was above many of the people here both academically and physically. Plus he had more important things to do. His eyes swung to the bag next to his desk. There was the standard fair, books pencils, notebooks, stuff for school but in that special compartment were the things he actually cared about. Placed carefully within the bag was a jersey and hat. Just thinking about the garments Yamato's hand instinctually struck a tight and much practiced pose. Two fingers curled forward like talons while the others rested around an invisible ball. He couldn't wait for practice today. Yamato had grown quite comfortable here at Shirokidan, even though he found himself to be 'just on a higher level' than everyone else. In two short years he had even surpassed the senior members of the well known Shirokidan Guppies baseball team. Even before Yamato had arrived the Guppies were a loved part of the school, not as loved as the girls volleyball team but they played well and were liked for their hard work and determination. Then Yamato joined, determined to show his skill to those who he was just better than and to their dismay he had talent. Yamato was an ace pitcher for the team and in the short time he had pitched for the team he had already pitched two no hitters and was well known for his god's wind fast ball which had been traced at 90 miles per hour. Now the silver haired boy was firmly entrenched in the school and more than happy to show those around him 'the skill of an Imagawa clan member.' As the minutes ticked on and Yamato drifted back to the freshly cut grass of the baseball field a click filled the intercom system. Yamato continued to flick his eyes between the clock, the board, and his bag. Kawano sensei didn't seem to be writing anything terribly important so he contented himself to only look between the bag and the clock. A couple more second and then something caught his ear. It wasn't Kawano sensei he was still writing away on the board when the smooth voice wafted through the PA system. It was... well it wasn't the normal voice that read off announcements, this was younger smoother. Something about the voice made Yamato sit up. Someone was so brazen as to break into the PA office and start spouting whatever they wanted to say over the radio? Yamato listened intently 'Mashi-ba punk radio...' the ideas filled his mind. Ultimately what was seen was the ever so gentle curling of his lip, maybe he had finally found someone who was on his level. It was a surprise to be frank, Yamato held himself so high above the others that he thought there to be no way they could redeem themselves. Suddenly Yamato was on his feet. He had to meet this guy, Mashi-ba if that was his real name, and he needed to get to know him. FInally someone on his level. Yamato bowed slightly to his homeroom teacher Jon Kawano: "Sensei I will be right back." He didn't wait for the answer to even reach his teachers mind before he was at the sliding door. With two fingers the door slid open and the Imagawa crested jacket disappeared from the room. He could hear the tongue lashing approaching him it was obviously Mashi-ba no one else had done anything this early. Yamato's eyes narrowed slightly as the pair came into sight; the elderly principal was escorting some new guy with an ear stud down the hall. That had to be him. A flash of lightning could almost be seen behind the silver haired heir's eyes when the realization came to him. Yamato calculated, he waited calmly standing outside the class room looking as though he had some excuse for being there until Mashi-ba was merely a whisper away. "Baseball field, after school. It wasn't a question, it was a challenge. Yamato wouldn't truly accept this new guy as his equal unless he got proof and today, on the baseball field he would find out if this guy had what it took.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 9:50 pm
Mijiyou Harusuhei, Energetic Weirdo
::Come on~ Where's the fun in that?::
Mijiyou bounced his way up the stairs, having known where the PA system was. And as such, he found quite the little show, seeing an upperclassman greeting some boy with an ear stud, and the principal escorting him somewhere.
"Ohhh~ is that Mashi-Ba?" Miji called to himself, slowly and (not so) sneakily following the two as he bounced the ball on his head, trying to get a better view of the boy.
He certainly didn't seem like anyone he knew, and he was for sure he'd remember someone that unique.
He followed after, noticing as another figure moved to talk to him, as Miji followed.
He had to know..was he the one?
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 10:16 pm
~Haruto Mashiba, Mysterious Transfer Student~
(Location: Shirokidan Hall, Classroom 2-A)If there was one thing to be said about him, the old man sure could talk. And talk, and talk, and how much longer was he going to go on about all of this anyway? It wasn't as though the dark-haired boy didn't understand what it was that he had done wrong; anybody could tell you that sneaking into the principal's office and using the school's radio like your own personal soundboard wasn't something that was particularly smiled upon by teachers and administrators alike. He also knew that doing just that had been a lot of fun, an impulse that likely caught the attention of his entire school on his very first day of classes there. Why had he done it? That was a question that would have to be answered another time...what was pertinent now was the fact that the principal, red-faced and out of breath from shouting as he was, was debating on whether or not this event should go directly onto his permanent record or if he should be let off with a warning since it was his first day there. To be honest, Haruto knew that the right decision would have been punishment...just because it was his first day in the school didn't mean that something like that wasn't obviously something he knew was against the rules. Still, unless you beat somebody up or practically murdered somebody, you could get away with just about anything on the first day of school...especially if you were a transfer student. Was that why he had taken advantage of the situation to have fun and introduce himself to the student body like that? ...Had he done something like this at his old school, and perhaps that was why he had come here? All questions anybody was free to ask him, though that did not guarantee he would give a straight answer. ...Now, where was he again? Principal? Talking? Right, he was staring at him now as he completed his speech, punctuating it with something to the effect of, 'I'm very disappointed in you, and if anything like this happens again, I will notify your parents!' This was his cue to talk, wasn't it? "I apologize, sir," he bowed his head in mock contrition, closing his eyes and perfectly schooling his features to avoid breaking out into the laughter that so desperately wanted to escape him, "I don't know what came over me...rest assured, it will not happen again." Lies! All of it! ...Maybe, but the principal didn't have to know that. His answer seemed to satisfy the old man, but nonetheless, he took the transfer student by the shoulder and turned him towards the hall near the wing of the school where the classrooms lay in wait. It didn't seem like he had any intention of taking his eyes of his newest student until he had been safely delivered to Class 2-A. Smirking slightly as he turned with the principal, he knew that he was getting off pretty easy...but that the real interesting responses wouldn't be from a codger like the principal.
No, the responses that really interested him were going to come from students like the platinum-haired boy eying him like prey as he passed by the two of them in the hall en route to the second floor.
"Baseball field, after school." Huh. He had an inkling it might turn out something like this, but so soon? He closed his eyes and smiled mysteriously as he continued down the hall.
"Yeah, I got ya."
It would have been cooler to just walk away without looking back after delivering an ice cold line like that one in response to what had almost certainly been some sort of a challenge, but Haruto couldn't resist taking a peek over his shoulder to see how the fairly high-class looking boy reacted to that response. Yeah, it was probably true that whatever the kid had planned for the baseball field after school wasn't going to be good for him, and it was quite possible he had already bitten off a bit more than he could chew at this new school. But Hell, wasn't it more interesting just to take something like this as it came to him? Give it a shot...you never knew what you could do until you tried, right? Plus, that answer definitely went nicer with the image that he had just put on with his little impromptu performance. And did that totally play into his thoughts when he decided how to answer Mr. Silver's little jab just now, whether or not it was going to look cool when he said it? Absolutely...maybe...well, he would probably never tell. "Be quiet!" the principal shushed him as they passed on, giving him a little nudge on the shoulder to keep him moving down the hall and away from the boy who had passed them, not about to let him cause any more trouble before getting him to class. Complying casually, they found themselves set before his classroom before they knew it...unawares of any tails that they might have picked up along the way. Sliding the door open, the principal gave the newbie a small shove inside and introduced him as 'the new student' to the professor...a lax-looking woman hiding something with her hand under her podium with dark circles around the bottom portion of her eyes. He couldn't be sure of it from here, but the black-haired boy could have sworn he smelled something akin to...was that...alcohol? Casting a look with his right eye over his shoulder, the principal cast him a 'Don't you try me...' look and slammed the door behind him. Finally, it seemed, he had been delivered to his new class.
"You gonna introduce yourself, or what?" the teacher drawled, looking like she would rather be anywhere other than here right now. Haruto could see the class looking at him expectantly, and it was quite likely that they had puzzled out that he was the one on the microphone not so very long ago. His lips curled slightly...and a mischievous twinkle glimmered in his eye.
"Haruto Mashiba. Nice to meet ya'..."
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 10:36 pm
- -Yasumori Mito- -My Speed  Is Unparalleled
Yasu slowly walked in through the doors while dribbling a basketball from his left hand to his right hand across his front. He would throw in an occasional swipe between his legs just to start dribbling across his front again. He steadily made his way to the junior's floor, as he had skipped most of homeroom to work on his shooting so that he wasn't rusty for basketball season, but once he reached said floor, he heard a loud banging. He looked around for a moment to figure out what is was before a strange voice came on the loud speaker. The boy was either singing or preaching, Yasu couldn't really tell but as he continued on, one would be able to hear that same banging but coming from the speaker which meant that this person was most likely not supposed to be in there. This realization made Yasu smile a bit before listening to the rest of the persons little announcement. He was then seemingly abducted and most likely taken away to be disciplined. A part of Yasumori told him to go to homeroom, as he had already missed most of it and was probably going to be sent away to be disciplined as well but he merely ignored that little angel on his shoulder and listened to the little evil version of himself in the red devil costume and the plastic pitch-fork as he then searched around to see if he could find this mysterious trouble maker.
Sure enough, after about three minutes of looking, he found him and he had already created a little crowd. One of the people approaching was someone from Yasu's homeroom and from the baseball team which would leave one to believe that they would have a good relationship. Oddly, Yasu barely knew the boy, he only knew his name due to the coach always saying it when he talks about how 'great' he is and the teacher in homeroom when calling on him. Yamato..Ima-something. Yasumori thought as he tried to remember the boy's name. Yasu then shook his head in order to snap back into reality as he slowly tried to follow the new trouble maker and the principal, not to really meet him, but he wanted to hear him get scolded and what his punishment would be. Just the mere thought of it made Yasu smirk as he followed form a distance, fighting against himself to not dribble the basketball that he was now carrying in order to try and conceal his presence, which was pretty hard as he was walking in the middle of the hallway.
Yasumori was disappointed to see that the boy wasn't really disciplined at all and was just escorted to class but Yasu also gained a bit of respect for him because it took guts to do something like that..or craziness. Yasu then shrugged to himself as he blankly stared at the 2-A classroom door before seeing the principal turn around. As the principal turned, Yasu quickly turned as well and walked away before the principal began to wonder why he wasn't in class. Yasu slowly walked into his homeroom, having set the basketball outside the room so he wouldn't be too much of a give away. "My apologies, Sensei. I had to take a test for another class." Yasu said, without even waiting for his homeroom teacher to respond before going to an open seat in the back of the class, next to a window. It took him no time at all, as Yasu rested his head on his hand and began to blankly stare out the window and begin daydreaming again. Looks like things might start getting interesting around here..
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 10:37 pm
  ~Isabella Raikyoko, the Foreign Beauty~ "Light may shine in Heaven, but the fires of Hell burn brightly..."
Bella looked around her classroom, it was rather boring but it was to be expected for her first day at the school. The other kids started at her, like she couldn't see them staring. They kept whispering to each other about her. How she didn't look fully Japanese, how she just suddenly came to the school and she was apparently already stealing boyfriends... The only words out of her mouth all day were 'Hello.' 'Thanks.' 'Nice to meet you.' How does any of that imply her will, or want, to find a boy? It was sad the insecurity that the girls had, and pathetic. Bella remembered what her mother had said to her a few years ago; "Beauty is not simply a thing of appearance. A persons' soul is important as well, the type of person they are, that's how you judge someones beauty." Her mother... Bella winced at the flashback she suddenly had, remembering her mother's murder... walking in and finding her body... Just then a sound came from the P.A. system. Isabella's eyes looked upwards as she heard the boy's voice. He was rather... handsome, voice wise that is. She wondered if she would get the chance to meet the owner of that handsome voice... Hopefully he would be handsome himself. She looked back to the teacher,, who seemed a little upset over the disturbance. Had class even started yet? And what was that the Teacher just did? Did she drank from a flask?? What a professional educator. It made Bella feel much better about her school... not really.
After a few minuets passed The door to her classroom slid wide open suddenly and there stood a dark haired boy with the man who Bella assumed was the principle. She had only met him once before being enrolled into the school. So she wasn't exactly sure because that meeting was all a haze and happened rather quickly, but she wouldn't forget his face, she never forgot a persons face. When the teacher suddenly slammed the door shut Bella jumped and let out a little shout being drawn back to the real world. She looked around quickly hoping no one heard her voice. And then looked at the handsome boy beside the teacher and listened as he introduced himself. His voice... It was the same handsome voice from before. It matched his face perfectly, and that half smile of his... Maybe if she was lucky he would sit next to her... There was a few seats open beside her. So she was a flirt, when she wanted to be. And maybe those insecure girls should have been intimidated, but to be fair how was she suppose to know who's boyfriend is who's??
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 11:06 pm
Mijiyou Harusuhei, Energetic Weirdo
::Come on~ Where's the fun in that?::
Miji couldn't help but stare in amazement at the boy with the studded earring, in surprise. So~ this was the one responsible?
He peeked inside the door to 2-A, seeing many individuals through it.
Despite the fact class had started, he was more interested in 'Stud'-kun right now.
Pity he wasn't in the same classroom. Miji stood on his tiptoes, bouncing his soccer ball on his head repeatedly as he stared into the room.
"2-A? Good to know~" he called to himself as he peeked in a bit more, seeing another student move to the back of the room.
Personally, he didn't seem to care much for many of them, glancing his eyes over the class as a whole.
Ohhh, how he wished he was Junior! He just had to talk to this kid. He just HAD to.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 12:21 am
 Nina Tensai, "Lady Punk"
The same faces, the same people, the same chit chat, the same whispers. An ordinary class with ordinary desks with ordinary windows, and the ordinary start of another ordinary morning. Nina dangled her pencil on her mouth with her legs crossed and body sulking into her chair, her head laying back at the top of it rather uncomfortably as she chewed on the eraser of the pencil. Up and down, it went, tic-toc goes the clock and pitter patter goes the footsteps of the students coming in. The punk girl was wondering why she put in the extra effort in getting up early and coming to class on time for once... Then she remembered that perhaps she was holding out hope that today wasn't going to be so ordinary. But that kind of hope was fading, already she was seeing the usual and of course hearing the usual, along with whispering of some hottie walkin' through the halls. Nina tapped her foot then sighed out some. Yep, same as usual. The bell rang the same chime, and Nina leaned her head back a little more until she could feel something pop. Did "getting bored of school life" get across to any of you yet? Alright alright, the heck was up now? ...well so far nothing, just a light against a white ceiling. "Tsh..."
But that was when her silent prayer was answered, at that very moment of expressing her boredom with a simple sound through the teeth, so came that unordinary voice... Unfamiliar. It was enough to get Nina to stop with her pencil waving and blink her eyes open for a more alert state. "Who the...?" She blinked then sat up straight, suddenly grinning out as she kept listening to the guy through the intercom. Someone actually had the balls to go through there? And was was this? Her fingers started to tap against the desk. A song...him singing? Oh man! This was different, this was not ordinary at all! "Hah, who the hell is this guy?" She said out loud, looking up where the voice was coming from before she spat out the pencil at no certain direction and started to snicker. This was just too sweet, she can hear the commotion in the background but, damn she was applauding this guy. Was he freakishly bold? Or just stupid and looking for a rush of thrill? "Oh shits!" she started to laugh and cover her mouth, snickering about when she heard the sound being cut off after hearing the crash. The students started to chatter. Who was that guy? How did he get in there? What class was he from? Well, for sure she already knows what he was up to right about now... getting a horrid ear-full from the principle. OR he's running his a** out of the office and through the hallways, one of the two. Nina stretched and cracked her knuckles... Best way to start the day, but hey you can't keep your hopes up. That was probably going to be the only highlight of her day; a ballsy, hot sounding guy stole the intercom and treated it as a mic for a radio station.
*SLAM!*
Nina lifted her head, looking over at the door suddenly along with everyone else who probably jumped. A ...new face. Nina blinked, trying to stretch her neck out to get past the back of some of the students' heads to get a better look at him. Ah, there we go, and already the principl-- Wait... The teacher slurred...and the student spoke. ... Oh no effin' way! You serious, on his first day he already did a stunt to cause a commotion!? ...well dang, he's already made a pretty impressive impression on this chick, that was for sure. Nina's eyes wandered over to the other students, and already she was seeing some girls sizing him up. Oh, geez... of course she would as well. Empty seats... A hottie sitting next to another hottie? And not only that, but from her reluctant observation (if you call it that, the chick pretty much flaunts), this was..... going to be a broken opportunity now! No way was Nina going to see this cliche play out in her class, like hell. Man... the Brazilian was radiating heat waves, Nina didn't need superpowers to see that one.. "Yo." suddenly, a hand raised at the back of the class, the punk girl giving off a bored, casual look to the teacher. She pointed a thumb to the seat next to her. "Free seat here. Less of a chance to get felt up." Ain't that the truth, considering how Miss D is towards other guys. Never the opportunist. As for this case? Hey, it wasn't to give first impressions for dating chances. Nah, she just didn't want to see another poor sap getting into the flat soda's clutches, or seeing a perfect cliche happening. If Nina does manage to get along with the guy on the first go, then that's just a bonus. With that offer done, she went back to putting another pencil in her mouth then sulking back into her seat. the utensil going up and down, up and down.
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Fashionable Businesswoman
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 1:24 am
~Isabella Raikyoko, the Foreign Beauty~ "Light may shine in Heaven, but the fires of Hell burn brightly..."
Bella's attention was taken away from the handsome boy as soon as she heard the word 'Yo' coming from somewhere behind her, in the back of the class. How cliche, a punk-ish girl sitting in the far back of a classroom. But what got her was the tone of voice with which the girl spoke. It didn't bother Bella, not the tone or what she had said. It actually made her laugh slightly, covering her lips with her delicate hands so as to hide her smile and control her laughter. She turned around in her seat and spoke out to the girl, "And if he sits there he has a good chance of getting stabbed with an art utensil." As Bella talked she had a rich Brazilian accent, but it was smooth and not botched, like a Russian accent would be. She watched as the girl bit on the end of a pencil, she was always told that children who did that were uneducated and rather filthy. And what it was that had made her laugh was the simple fact that the girl was offering the boy a seat next to her. She may have tried to be sly about it but it was obvious, at least to Bella, that the punk-ish girl was playing the same game as all the other girls, be it by a set of different rules, she was still playing. Though all is fair in love and war as they say.
Sitting in the middle of the classroom Bella turned back around to face the teacher and rose her hand just slightly as she called out, "There's a couple of empty seats right here. And like I said, there's less of a chance of being stabbed." Of course she was joking, her tone of voice evidence of the joking nature of her words. The boy could sit wherever he wants unless the teacher says something different. And she had no bad intentions towards the punk-ish girl. Bella was new herself, this being her first day also, and she didn't even know the name of the girl in the back of the room. So how could she have any emotions about the girl? If they got along, great, if not, that's a part of life and you move on. Bella looked back down quickly to her desk and to her drawing of a beach in Brazil before looking back up to the teacher and the boy.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 6:49 am
 TyriaWell, the arrival of a transfer student was already an exciting affair. Tyria yawned. It looked like some girls were acting rather silly just because of the arrival of a boy. Aah... I want some Fried Bread. she thought, gently resting her chin on her hands as she continued forward. The idea of caring about where anybody who transferred into the class sat wasn't the sort of detail that actually crossed her mind. Of course, it was hard to say for sure what thoughts did cross her mind when bread wasn't involved, considering her generally blunt, forthright personality. It wasn't that Tyria was actually trying to be rude (most people in the class who paid attention had noticed this by now; self-absorbed people who didn't bother to think possibly hadn't), it was just that it never really occured to her to do anything other than say what she thought. And she had some strange thoughts. Mostly about bread, granted, but she could occasionally be brought down to reality if something else was going on. "Mashiba-kun, please feel free to ignore their traditional mating rituals and find a seat wherever you would like. If you buy me some Fried Bread later, I will show you around the school during lunch." And that was that. Ah, she really wanted to eat Fried Bread...
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Hopeful Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 10:44 am
Mijiyou Harusuhei, Energetic Weirdo
::Come on~ Where's the fun in that?::
As Haruto would decide ever so meticulously between all the girls in the class, he would suddenly feel a tug on his sleeve.
"Mashi-Ba, sit here" Miji's voice called, having slid his way into an empty seat of the classroom. It was simple really, if he wanted to make an impact on the boy that had started with the school, he figured he'd have to do something equally impressive. Besides, the teacher just begged for someone to sneak in. So when she wasn't looking...BAM.
Besides, he couldn't get a good view from outside. So, ditching the ball and sliding in when the teacher wasn't looking, Miji figured he'd get a good view of the boy, and have a little fun.
Tomiya-sensei won't mind if I'm a bit late~ he thought to himself as he beamed at the new student, prompting him to sit down near him, rather than between the feuding three-some.
"I wanna ask a few things, Stud-kun"
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 1:03 pm
~Haruto Mashiba, Mysterious Transfer Student~
(Location: Shirokidan Hall, Classroom 2-A) It seemed that his stunt with the school radio system wasn't the only commotion that he was going to start today; standing at the head of the classroom with that classic half-smile curling the corner of his lips following his introduction, there seemed to be something of a debate between some of the students over where exactly he should take his seat. For his part, he didn't give off any hint that he was amused, or all that particularly interested in any of the potential options that were laying themselves out before him (while a lesser guy might have been drooling over the possibility, he wasn't that type of cake-eater to ham up a volatile situation like this one). Maybe he was interested and was just playing it cool? Or maybe he just didn't think something like a classroom seating chart was anything to get worked up over. Nonetheless, even he couldn't deny that there was an interesting array of faces vying to get to know the now-infamous newcomer to the classroom. There was a foreign-looking girl who seemed to be something of a bombshell, catching sharp looks from women across the room...including the black and white girl in the back. That red eye was impossible to miss...stark against her graying palette, he wondered how one came to possess such an unusual (and intriguing) eye color. And of course there was the girl who apparently wanted some fried bread, who otherwise seemed disinterested in the whole affair. Maybe she wouldn't be a bad person to meet at lunchtime...? Considering his options, he hadn't even noticed (nor had the homeroom teacher, slouched over her podium looking fairly ragged, noticed) the newcomer to the room who had followed him in. It was only when the tug came at his sleeve that he realized the boy was offering him another seat in the classroom, one that might spare him tipping the scales in the current estrogen-fueled squabble. But did that guy just call him...'Stud-kun'? It wasn't the first time someone had called him that, but it was interesting that the boy had been observant enough to notice his earring this soon. ...Or maybe he hadn't been talking about the earring pierced through his left lobe at all? No, that wasn't an eventuality he wanted to consider right now.
So, would it be the Brazilian Bombshell, the Red-Eyed Punk Girl, the Bread-Loving Girl, or the Green-Haired Ninja who might not even belong here? ...Since when had choosing a seat ever been so eventful? Well he had to admit, it wasn't a bad thing all the time to be the center of attention. The trick was knowing when to step out of the limelight before the spot grew too bright.
"Ah youth, young love...makes me want to puke," the teacher drawled as she raised her head, black rings under her eyes and rubbed at her nose before looking at the class and the student...a sudden surprise appearing in her eyes as though she were seeing him for the very first time. Her stomach churned a little as she lurched and stood behind the podium...maybe it wasn't the youth in the room that made her want to puke after all....but she shook off the nausea long enough to wave her hand dismissively at the newbie and off towards somewhere in the empty seats of the room. "Why are you just standing there? Go sit down...in the back or...something. Class is already starting..." she groaned and reached under her podium, producing a textbook that she slammed down on the desktop as if to wake the classroom up a bit more (and herself as well). It seemed to be intended to put an end to all the chatter, and for his own part, Haruto didn't seem to mind the interruption. Offering a half-nod, he spotted a seat diagonally between the red-eyed girl and the green-haired boy and slid between the desks to ease into the seat casually. No need to make a big scene of it...he had already made a big enough one of those for now with his entrance. Nonchalantly, his fingers slid to his ear and rubbed idly at the silver stud there, lips curling a bit as he followed the eyes which followed him to the back of the room, then returned as the teacher's book slammed down on the top of her podium. He had to admit, at first glance the woman didn't seem all that imposing (in fact she looked like something the cat dragged out of the alley), but there was an intimidating aura about her right now that made one think twice about crossing her. And that was why he merely glanced through the side of thin, amused eyes at the boy who wanted to ask him some things, acknowledging him silently...that way if anybody got caught and put to the sword by the suddenly-sharp teacher it wouldn't be him.
The Morning continued...classes had begun. A new day, a new life at a new school was underway. And already things seemed to be getting fairly interesting. What new and interesting things were yet to come?
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 3:40 am
Excal Eiri, The b*****d Son of Beethoven
It was time to go through this process of school for one final time, that was the curse of being a senior; knowing that you are about to be free but to get that freedom you have the endure another year worth of schooling. The High School year was just beginning and already it felt as though things were moving way too quickly to the ending chapter. Nothing really changed within the school, students were still going through their usual gossiping over their fellow classmates, and freshmen coming in fearing the heavy responsibilities they were about to take on as High school students, all of it was just nostalgia for Excal. Though everything was going to be the endless routine that he had to go through every single year he was in Shirokidan he, despite the boring lectures, wouldn’t have changed it for the world. He came a very long way from being a freshman, making a decent (infamous) reputation for him and everything; mom would have been proud to see how much of a man he has grown to be, too bad he was now stuck with Tetsuya Kota as his home room teacher. Going back in time for a moment you could have imagine the first reaction the tricking fox made when he first heard of the news of joining Kota’s class, sheer terror and defiance! There was no way he would ever join a class such as his knowing full well what the Gym Teacher was like on his students. He pleaded with his mom, saying that this year he would want to take a different class, anything but Tesuya’s. His mother just chuckled and was delighted at how rebellious his son was over this, but joy turned into a fierce beast when she stated that she allowed him to do what he wanted with the make up on this mouth and dyed hair, and she was growing weary ; thinking that they would drive Excal off the path of being the ideal man. So with much lecturing on how she did not want him to be like his dad and the terror of knowing that punishment will come if he did not obeyed Excal was forced to attend this hell of a class. Of all the things God could have done to make his life miserable, he had to choose being stuck within this Slave-Driver’s class; especially with the notorious history the two had with each other. Guess this was karma for switching Mr. Kota’s drink for a mixture of Curry mix, Chili sauce, hot sauce, and blended chili peppers; but still it wasn’t fair that he had join his class through his final year, who cares if he tricked the teacher into thinking that Ms. Tanibaki was head over heels for him and he went down to give her a kiss only to get beaten down, this was totally not fair!
They were already outside on the field in formation giving off introductions to their teacher. Though once it was his turn to speak Mr. Kota skipped him, to his delight Excal made a crafty smile with the red marks on each end of his mouth to give off the illusion of a wider smile. It was easy to get on this man’s nerve, really he was an easy target, he had a habit of pacing when he talked; each stepped showed that he had more or less something up his bum. He was giving everyone a hard lecture on how he was going to train us to be the very best of Japan, he even went beyond that and said that they would be the best in the world in athleticism; that was when Excal had to raise his hand and comment on that. “Sir! … The Americans already beat us to that.” his comment received a few hidden snickers here and there, but the gym teacher was not laughing at all; he gave Excal a cold glare for his witty comment only to have speculative eyes staring back. To Excal’s luck Mr. Kota let it slide, for now. He couldn’t help but chuckle out by how ruffled he was with him; seriously someone could make a sitcom out of these two and make millions off of Excal tormenting his teacher with his mischief behavior. To be fair it’s not just Mr. Kota that Excal uses for his own amusement, everyone had suffered at least once by the hands of Excal’s trickery, some more than others like Mr. Kota. Gave him a sort of joy seeing the reactions of others seeing him work his magic on them, no matter if it was old or new it always gave him a good laugh. As they were meeting their requirements of passing his class there was something new on the intercom, wasn’t a teacher giving out an announcement. This was a student, or so the voice being a bit young gave that impression, that wasn’t the best part though, the best part was when this student burst out singing to everyone in the school. Seriously! This student, whoever he may be, took over the intercom and just sang until his heart was content…or when the teachers caught him. Excal’s smile grew and a hearted laugh burst out, he didn’t know who he was but it didn’t matter this student won some major props by just premiering like that. Tetsuya wasn’t taking that too well, muttering out some harsh words saying that they should find him and give them to him to run a 10 km jog 3 times over as a punishment, Excal with his hand raised decided to defend the lad as a sort of act of respect. “Sir! It’s alright, I read that even males goes through that time of the month, so we forgive you for lashing out.” Hearing this made the Gym Teach face turn red like a balloon on the verge of popping. He had let the first witty comment from Excel slide, but this time he put his foot down and demanded that Excel run 10 laps around the track without breaks. Everyone was shocked and turned to Excal who just smiled brightly and accepted as if it was nothing. The young man may not look like it but he was fairly built and healthy enough to go on with this punishment. Once on the track he took over running and in exactly ten seconds after he started the poor trickster fell down hitting the ground hard with a vicious thud. The Gym teacher and the rest of the students gasped and quickly crowded over the dyed hair student, wondering if he was going to be alright. Excal didn’t seem to be moving at all, there were no twitches to show pain, no cries of agony, he was just lifeless. They froze thinking that he would get up no problem, but a red liquid began to scurry slowly on the ground…from his head in a good amount. The girls began to scream in fright, the males lowered their heads in sadness, Mr. Kota came over to Excal’s side frantic that he might have bitten he test and checked his pulse to see if he really did die. All seem lost for this young man, hitting senior year and already being buried in his grave it was all too tragic to witness, or at least would be as Excal lifted his head up, smiling wide with traces of blood still flowing down, “Sup!” Everyone was silent, mouth dropped and eyes widen; they couldn’t believe it, they didn’t want to believe it, but it was a bonafide fact that they were all subjects to Excal’s amusement.
Mr. Kota took Excal by his collar and began shaking him back in forth, veins were puffy and looked like he was nearly foaming at the mouth in anger or on the verge of having a stroke. “You b*****d! How could you! Why I have to deal with you every single year of my life!” Those were the clean way of what the Gym teacher was yelling at Excal. All this moving back and forth was making his head dizzy, this was when another student pointed out that he was still bleeding, the teacher stopped and took notice of this and demanded that he would go to the nurse to get it fixed up. Hearing the stern way the teacher showed that he cared for him was too much, he embraced Mr. Kota in a hug with a tear filling in his eye. “Thank you Mr. Kota, Thank you for caring about me so much, I appreciate you…if though we had bad times I respect you so much.” his voice was cracking as if he was resisting the urge to cry making the Teacher feel nervous and awkward. Quickly pushing him off Excal walked off to the nurse with Mr. Kota standing up and thinking that he wasn’t so bad after all, if only that was truth. The blood that everyone saw was nothing but fake blood to add to his disguise of being injured, slipped in a patch when he was on the ground and bust it open with his head. When Excal was hugging his teacher in a display of dramatic emotions he stuck a piece of paper with tape to his back saying 孤独です シングル どんな女性でも必死で求めます(This single person who is loneliness is desperate for any kind of woman and demands it) causing wild laughter amongst the teacher. Walking through the hall getting the fake blood off Excal couldn’t help but snicker at the deed his little deed, truly this semester was going to be interesting.
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