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 Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 12:32 pm
~::Okina City High School::~
The Okina City High School facility is a relatively old school, though during the early 90s it was considered to be quite high class. These days, however, the school lacks the attractiveness it once held, and many of the middle school's most prominent club stars choose instead to attend high schools outside of Okina City. Despite that, the school is large and has a massive population...six classrooms for each level of classes...and a wide variety of clubs for those who wish to join them.
Basketball club, baseball club, soccer club, drama club, volleyball club, symphonic band club, art club, science club, and various other opportunities are available for anyone who seeks to expand their school experience with extracurriculars. A full high school life awaits those who are willing to work for it... Quote: Okina City High School Classes
1-1, 1-2, 1-3, 1-4, 1-5, 1-6
2-1, 2-2, 2-3, 2-4, 2-5, 2-6
3-1, 3-2, 3-3, 3-4, 3-5, 3-6
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 9:58 pm
Haruto Mashiba, Dashing Rogue and Mysterious Fool
"...The silence echoes through me, like the voices of the ones I've lost. It's better to live with their whispers than with nothing at all..."It was nice to make a clean getaway for once. Though he had no doubts that the ever-suspicious necrowhatever would cast some suspicion upon him for ditching out of her witch hunt early, the fact was that any evidence against him was merely circumstantial, and nobody could really blame him for escaping a narrow hallway populated by a frustrated, scythe-happy teen missing a set of treasured panties. Not that he didn't understand her frustration, of course, and all-in-all, there was really nothing about her (aside from past allegiances and conflicts during their days in Yomi) that particularly rubbed him the wrong way. Lira was all right. Letting her decapitate him for a crime he hadn't committed (or the one he may have committed by that they couldn't prove), however, was not something he'd submit to simply because she wished for it. And now that he was at school, he was at the very least safe from any sort of real physical retribution. Trickers did abound, however; between he and Haru-Miji, they would have to keep their eyes open for any retaliation aimed in their direction. Damned if he'd let them take him down without a fight. After all, it wasn't as though the girls themselves were the only victims of the recent underwear thieving spree...
...Little did anyone else know, his own drawer had been a pair shy this morning; the evidence that had originally tipped him off to the spree of thefts from the outset. Everything thereafter had merely helped him to put the pieces of the puzzle together. And his song, well...let's just say that while his silky boxers were remarkably comfortable, he wasn't nearly as attached to them as the girls seemed to be to their panties. It rather amused him more than anything, thinking about the suspected culprit creeping into his room and swiping from his dresser...he could only wonder why? A mystery for the ages, perhaps...but that was neither here nor there.
It was the first day of a new school life here in the Midpoint City of Okina; Shirokidan was head and shoulders above this one in almost every way that Haruto could imagine, though he tried not to let it bother him. From the famed White Palace Burgers to the glossy exterior and the white, sandy beaches they had left behind back in Iwadate, though, it was going to be an adjustment...he already missed the old baseball field with the bleacher-side view of the beach volleyball court, and...Yamato, the others...it just wasn't going to be the same without them, no matter where they were. Not for the first time there was a twinge inside of him of something deep, a desire...a hopeless wish that he'd give anything to make real. His feet trod the halls of the Okina City High School and he found the door that he had been looking for from the moment he arrived, avoiding the stares and whispers of students who recognized him because they didn't recognize him...one of the rumored 'Kirijo Transfers' that no doubt the student body had been briefed on shortly before their arrival. It was incredibly unusual for such a large number of students to be moved into a high school in a single year, let alone in a single day, but as so-called members of a 'student exchange program' sponsored by their benefactors, the worst of the questions would be left unasked...nobody needed to know about the massacre they had escaped and the frantic flight that had brought them to Iwatodai and connected them with the Kirijo from the start. No, they were here now under a good cover, and it was up to them to reintroduce themselves to a new student body...to make new friends...build a new team from what remained...
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Haruto stood before the door to the Public Address system of the school and his mind flashed back to his very first day at Shirokidan, that maiden broadcast of Mashi-Ba Punk Radio with which he had introduced himself to all of his new friends...he could pick the lock and get in there if he really wanted, he knew. Introduce himself to a whole new student body with the same splash that he had in Iwadate. ...With a faint smile he bypassed the door, letting that thought fall by the wayside. Nobody liked a re-run, anyway, right? If he was going to do something splashy, he'd do something fresh...under his own terms. Mashi-Ba Punk Radio was a memory that belonged with the friends no longer with him...happily in the past. He could smile and laugh, and wear the same effortlessly cool expression that he always did. But that didn't make everything all-better. Playing pranks, having fun at the dorm, it was nice to get things back to something resembling normal...but he wouldn't forget what had already been done. He could never forget...he couldn't pretend like everything was just the same as it had always been.
It was time for a new chapter in their lives, a new chapter entitled 'Okina City High School'.
...
He just had to meet up with the others and work out a game plan before that chapter came with a footnote labeled 'Three Guys Crucified By Angry, Panty-Less Girls!'.
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Game on.
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2015 4:06 pm
Noelle Everett and Ikumi Mikoshiba   Just walking down these halls felt wrong. This school was nothing like Shirokidan, and the people here weren't anything like her classmates in Shirokidan. There were no pristine white walls, no elegant classrooms, no sound of the sea nearby, no beach, no volleyball teammates...no Ryohei...no Yamato... no Mizu and the others. It took the pinkette a lot to get here, even if she had sounded eager earlier in the morning. Now that she was here, in front of this dull gray building, the strength began to falter. She didn't want to go to school, she didn't want to do anything related to it. But... Fingers tightened around the strap of her bag, and with a deep breath, Noelle took the first step inside of Okina City High School. Here, she needed to act strong; she needed to sound like an exchange student coming from the Kirijo program. She needed to sound and look and act...like the seventeen year old she was.
Still, the luster that used to characterized her before was dimmed here, her baby blues lowered as she passed through the sea of unknown students. First days were never easy, but this was in another level right now. On her hand, the pinkette held the little paper with her appointed classroom, and for a moment, she felt as if drowning when halls and doors and stairs appeared before her eyes. She was lost, if she had to admit it...and she only wanted Haruto to take her hand right now. Where are the others? Where is this stupid classroom...?
From the center of the room, Ikumi noticed the pink haired girl hesitating, her gaze shifting to each side as if choosing where she was going next. That's one of them... the member of the Student Council thought as she pressed the binder she was holding against her chest and started walking towards the new student. A soft smile graced her face as she approached the pinkette, and with a slender finger, Ikumi tapped on her shoulder. She seemed startled when she turned, and the teal-haired girl was instantly regretful of her choice in her introductory skills. "I- I am sorry. I didn't mean to startle you like that." She bowed down as an apology before clearing her throat. "My name is Ikumi Mikoshiba, and I am here as part of the Student Council to welcome you to Okina City High School."
"Oh... thanks." The girl in front of her seemed nervous, fidgeting with the sleeves of her pink sweater, and Noelle had to admit she hadn't been expecting a welcoming party into this place. It felt... strange, to say the least. "Noelle Everett. So um... could you tell me where's 3-4? I am kind of lost." Better to go directly to the matter of things before questions begin being asked.
The teal haired girl paused before she could say anything else, and with a little pout she turned turquoise eyes to the list in her hand. You can do this, Ikumi... you can make the new students feel right at home. "Of course. I'll go with you." If there was some kind of disappointment in the pinkette's eyes at the notion, Ikumi didn't notice it. She nodded to herself and started walking towards the stairs. "You are gonna love it here, you'll see. We have tons of activities and clubs you can join. Sports and drama and the symphonic band... art club and science..." The girl listed some of the clubs, counting with her fingers. Noelle turned her gaze to the girl, thoughtful. "Volleyball?" Just a shot in the dark, but... maybe...
Ikumi perked up the moment the girl seemed to have some kind of interest in some of the clubs, and with a relieved smile, she nodded eagerly. "Yes! We have a volleyball team. Would you be interested in joining? I could... um... talk with the team?" She wasn't one to be into sports, but...
"No, it's alright. I... I'll think about it."
The air felt heavier after that, and Ikumi fretted. Oh no. Oh, no. Did I say something wrong? Quick. Think of something else! "I-It is strange we get lots transfer students around here, specially an exchange group like yours but... you lot came in right after this other student. It's crazy." She sounded just a little awkward, being outgoing not really her forte, but she had been the one appointed for this job. The Student Council President was too busy to do it herself, and well...
"Other student?" Noelle looked up at the girl beside her, eyebrows furrowing. What a coincidence. At least...they weren't the only new ones here. Perhaps that other student could take away some of the attention they were surely getting in the upcoming days.
"Y-yes. Sora kun..." Ikumi trailed off, a light blush appearing on her cheeks. "He just transferred a few days ago." A frown appeared on the turquoise haired girl, remembering the stories that surrounded the new guy. What he had suffered. What he had gone through.
"From Iwadate."
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2015 4:48 pm
Sora Asakura, Survivor of the Nightmare
"Everyone tells you to forget...they want you to forget. But you can never forget your nightmares, can you?"They eyes still followed him everywhere...but he was starting to get used to it.
When you had lived through one of the most infamous high school tragedies of the 21st century, then suddenly transferred to the southern part of the country to escape the nightmares that accompanied the place where you had grown up, people couldn't help but take notice of you. You were an object of curiosity, of sympathy, of pity...but nobody that watched you like a rubbernecker cooing at the survivors of a deadly car crash could begin to understand the fear, the lingering pain, the nightmares that accompanied survival. They couldn't understand...they could only offer you empty condolences and barely restrained curiosity about what it was like to endure tragedy, how you moved on, all of the questions that they would hopefully never have to learn themselves. And all that he could do was smile, as much as his lips would curl into that shape, and politely distance himself from the more obsessive of those who followed his story while dealing painfully with the memories of the ordeal that he had escaped with his life. Nightmares, memories, losses, enduring tragedy...the tainting of a beautiful city that had once been his home, the cruel repatriation from a school that he had loved to a middle-of-the-road establishment like this one, and the emotional distance that every curious gawker kept from him...trapped on the inside of their glass observation bubble as he seemed to be...those were the things that he had to endure that nobody who asked or watched or followed him with their gaze through the school could understand.
Those eyes, he knew, would eventually lose interest and turn away from him...but he would never fully be freed of the stigma that had been branded upon him as a survivor of the Iwadate Massacre. And in time, he had learned to tune out the worst of them, the most offensive of the stares and questions. It was a lesson that he had mostly had to learn himself, but in this school, to his good fortune, he had at least one ally who had offered a hand in making him feel at home. And down the hallway from him now he could see her in that pink sweater with her long mop of sea-green hair talking to a girl with cotton candy locks that earned a raised eyebrow from the boy with the 'Two-Colored Crown'. That girl...was she meddling with another transfer student now? It was just in her nature, he supposed, but still, it would have been nice to know that the kindness she had showed him when he transferred in not so very long ago had been special in some fashion. Anybody would have thought as much, really. But he understood that this, too, was a part of her job with the student council. He let a small scoff escape his lips as the corner of his lips twisted faintly upward...that was just her way. And he knew that if he had wanted to, he could...well, no. That was a thought for another time.
"Kumi-chan, I need your help," his voice broke over the hushed voices whispering all around them, stealing some of her attention away from the newcomer to the school...he waited politely for Noelle and Ikumi to turn his way before he smiled faintly and continued with an apologetic nod, "I was asked to take this form to the Nurse's Office, but I've never been there. Do you think you could show me where to find it?" He understood that it might have been a little rude to interrupt them, so he placed his hand at the back of his neck apologetically, glancing down the hall to turn a few of the eyes away from them that must have been watching. "Ah, I'm sorry...you must be one of the new transfer students today. Welcome to Okina City High," he tried his best to be polite, and it certainly showed that he was making an effort to be hospitable to the newcomer...after all, he knew firsthand and recently how difficult it could be transferring to a new school, "I see you've met Kumi-chan...she's a jewel among the sands here, isn't she?" His eyes seemed to watch for her reaction...some measure of recognition...and those words, that phrase...was it possible that he knew who Noelle was?"
...
Before she could come up with a response, he smiled vaguely and turned to the Student Council member and nodded down the hall.
"You don't mind if I steal her, do you? Thanks...and good luck getting settled here. I'm sure we'll be seeing each other around often."
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2015 6:37 pm
Noelle Everett and Ikumi Mikoshiba "Iwadate... that's...impossible." Her mouth was dry and her throat felt as if closing, dark hands squeezing tight. She didn't need anybody from Iwadate reminding her of what had happened. Of the massacre, of...
"Yeah. He survived that horrible nightmare. I can't even imagine what that must have been like... But at least he's making a new life here. And I want to help him. He really is a nice person... A-ah! Um..." The teal haired girl turned a bright red, not noticing the color drained from the pinkette's skin. "A-anyway..."
Ikumi kept talking, nervously blabbering in an attempt to take the attention away from her, but everything sounded muffled to the transfer student. A survivor from Iwadate... That couldn't be. No one else had left Yomi. Only...only they had escaped. They hadn't been able to save the rest of them. So many of her friends had died there. Was this some kind of cruel joke? Had the Kirijo's cover been discovered? Nothing made sense. She knew she would have to learn more about this student, but...she was terrified of even meeting him...of having something reminding her so closely of what they had lost. It had to be a scam. This 'Sora'...he couldn't...
"... didn't know the Kirijo had some kind of exchange program. You'll have to tell me more about that some time, Everett san. Everett san?" The sea green haired girl tilted her head slightly, stopping to look at the pink haired girl beside her. She had suddenly gone quiet, and Ikumi had no idea what had happened. Was she still wondering about Sora kun? It really had been a big coincidence all these transfer students had arrived to Okina High in the same month. The girl was so pale though, it was as if something had made her sick. Nervousness, perhaps? Before she could ask about it though, a familiar voice took her attention, her stomach doing a flip.
"S-Sora kun! What's wrong?" the girl asked, her fingers fidgeting with the sleeves of her pink sweater. She smiled gently though, when he mentioned he needed help finding the Nurse's Office. "Of course, Sora kun. Oh! This is Noelle Everett. I was showing her around the school."
The pinkette snapped away from her trance the moment a boy approached them. She tensed up when Ikumi mentioned the name, though she tried her best to keep her composure. A smile, if a little forced, found its way to her lips. "Thank you. You must be the other transfer student. Mikoshiba san was just telling me about you." She didn't recognize him. She couldn't say she knew this guy from Iwadate. Perhaps... he wasn't who he claimed to be, after all. "I guess we will have to learn our way around this place, hm? And yes, she's been a great help-" 'Jewel among the sands...' Sky blue eyes widened, and for a moment, her fears came true. This guy... he recognized her. He knew...
An embarrassed, but a little bit pleased, chuckle brought Noelle back to the present, her eyes shifting away from the dual-haired guy. The teal haired girl didn't seem to notice the exchange between them, being to preoccupied of being called a 'jewel' (No one had ever called her that before) before turning to look at her with red cheeks. "3-4 is just right up the stairs here. There's no way of getting lost." A finger pointed her in the right direction... and Noelle nodded absentmindedly. "Yeah... don't worry. I'll find it. Thank you Mikoshiba san. And yeah... we will."
If that was a threat...Noelle couldn't be sure.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 4:53 pm
Sora Asakura, Survivor of the Nightmare
"Everyone tells you to forget...they want you to forget. But you can never forget your nightmares, can you?"His eyes remained turned from the pink-haired transfer student as he moved down the hall and continued on to the nurse's office; had it been too cryptic for him to say what he had to the girl in the hallway just now? But he couldn't help saying something, reminding her of the person that she had been before...that such things didn't go completely unnoticed around here. His own history as well wasn't something that he could forget, it wasn't something that he could simply put behind him with everything that had happened in that twisted place...hidden beneath the waters off the white sands of Iwadate...and there had been no real closure. Now, whatever fortune had brought Noelle Everett and her friends to this town allowed them to meet one another again, and the implications of that were huge for him...for the person that he had been and the person that he had become. Those thoughts, however, were for another time...another place...and right now the school here in Okina called for his attention. It hadn't been a lie when he'd said he was sent to the nurse's office earlier, and it was obvious that Ikumi would happily show him to the area if he asked her. Whether or not he actually needed a guide was another matter entirely, but the smile on the lips of his first friend in this new place was enough to make the consideration of any deception acceptable. The two of them walked through the halls of the moderately-large school quietly, his step a half-pace behind hers to allow her to take the lead towards their destination.
"Is that a new ribbon, Kumi-chan?" his half-smile and baby-blue eyes turned to her and a finger briefly brushed the fabric of one of her ribbons tied into a bow and pinned to the smoothed-down collar of her jacket. He hadn't noticed that one before, and he was a rather observant person these days. That he noticed, he hoped, would please her...even if the truth behind his eyes wasn't always evident that gratitude that he held for Ikumi for having come to his aid since he had been here appeared to be absolutely real. His gentle smile was kind and easy, a finger moving to brush away a black and white bang from his gaze as he turned back to the hallway. "It's nice, though I think pink suits you best." An apt observation since she wore pink so much, between her jacket and her headphones, her hair-ribbon, and so on. And it did suit her, he knew, even that little tint on her cheeks made the girl appear even cuter than she already was. It all made it so strange, this kindness, when one considered how he had reacted when...
"Sorry for pulling you away from that. You're always working hard, aren't you?" he apologized again, changing the subject as deftly as he had brought it up before, "Is the nurse's office close?" Little compliments, on-a-dime shifts in the topic, he had a way of controlling a conversation but managing to keep the person he was with completely engaged. He was smooth from one interaction to the next...but never felt as though he was working a person too directly. It was quite a talent, for better or worse. And whether he really knew where the nurse's office was or not, it was likely Ikumi was enjoying being with him...and that thought made his lip curl just a little bit more.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2015 7:48 pm
Ikumi Mikoshiba Nervousness bubbled from her stomach up to her throat, fingers taking a strand of sea green hair to entertain them with something. Ikumi always got nervous around Sora kun; the crush she had on him painfully obvious to anybody around, except for maybe herself. She wanted to believe she was discreet, but the way she blushed each time he looked at her or the way she stammered when he asked a question made it difficult to hide. Still, the teal haired girl tried keeping those feelings to herself, specially after he rejected her.
The memory still churned her gut so... She had muster all the courage she had inside her, and had intercepted Sora kun one day after club activities. It was getting late, sunset turning the sky hues of orange and reds and pinks...almost as dark as her blush had been then. He had been as gentle and sweet as always, and when she had poured her feelings out for him... he had given her this smile... and said he had someone else he liked. The rejection had been delivered as gently as he could do so, but still...the girl had to admit it had hurt. It still did, in a way. With the last of her dignity, Ikumi had said she understood. And she really did. Things like this happened, and if anything... she had been happy for him. That he had someone he loved. That he could be happy again.
"T-the school may seem like a maze at first, but... but you'll see it's quite easy to walk around once you get the hang of it, Sora kun." Ikumi tried to sound cheerful and motivating, a little smile on her lips as she turned to look at the guy beside her. Even after the confession fiasco, Ikumi realized she didn't want to lose him as a friend...and forced herself to act normally around him. After a few days...she didn't have to force it. They had their pace and rhythm...and Ikumi wouldn't want it any differently. Teal orbs shifted to look at him when a question was sent her way, and with a pleased and embarrassed blush, the girl nodded. "Y-yes! I got it last night. I thought it was really cute, and so, I had to get it." The girl smiled sheepishly, genuinely happy he noticed those little details about her. She was usually a wallflower when it came to those situations.
"A-ah! No, it's alright, Sora kun... I...I like helping you." Words came out in a soft murmur, but there was this radiating happiness coming from the girl. "Mmhm... just down the hall..."
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2015 7:44 pm
Sora Asakura, Survivor of the Nightmare
"Everyone tells you to forget...they want you to forget. But you can never forget your nightmares, can you?"The walk through the halls was comfortable and the conversation very easy between them; that was a testament to the magnetic, charming personality of the girl with the teal hair and the pink cheeks. Even given the unfortunate incident between them not so long ago she could still smile and offer him her hand whenever he needed it, and for her consideration, for her gentle and kind assistance, he couldn't help but be grateful. The poor girl had every right to be upset with him or hate him, but she couldn't...he wished at his core that he could be that selfless or forgiving. Even if he couldn't, he could appreciate her for what she was. His gentle smile in return as she acknowledged his compliment was enough to let her know that he wasn't simply saying that, and that he was pleased to know that she was happy. She had all sorts of style and flair about her...but that gentle personality of hers could make it easy for her to sometimes be overlooked for those who were more flashy in the way they opened themselves up, dressed, acted, and so on. He appreciated that she wasn't like that. He liked a great many things about Ikumi, really, ever since he had come to this school. If it wasn't for...that...well, perhaps her confession might have gone differently. But ever since that night, he had promised himself that there was something he would do the moment the opportunity arose...if it ever did. A loose end that had to be tied. And now, against the long odds, the opportunity was before him. If he failed, he failed, but if he succeeded...well, the possibility was enough that he could only hope his current guide would understand.
"It's just different here. I keep finding myself going the wrong way down the hall, as though I were still in Shiro..." he let his voice trail off and glanced uneasily at the wall passing by, as though he were trying to expel some unpleasant thought or memory for a moment before his lips curled into a faint smile and returned to her, "You're too kind to me, Ikumi. To everyone." His thought was interrupted by the sign reading 'Nurse Office' over the upcoming door on the left, and as he came to stand in front of it he paused and turned to his guide to offer a small nod of gratitude for her assistance this far. "Some time, I hope you'll tell me how I can repay you. I'd be lost around here without you," his smile grew a little as his baby blues flashed with gentle consideration, before he turned at last towards the door of his destination and raised a hand to the handle, "Arigato, Kumi-chan"
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