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Re: Nottori High School ( )
by Drako11 on Sat Feb 16, 2008 6:07 am
Akendo had just sat down having endured the rigoring task that was the cafeterria line, when the announcment blared like God's voice all around ordering the students to the auditorium. "AHH GEEZ! Just my luck no lunch", Akendo cursed walking to a trash can and dumping his trays contents in saving a carton of milk and an apple at the last second. Munching on these worthless treasures he walked slowly to the auditorium hoping to purposefully miss as much of the monotony as possible.
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Re: Nottori High School ( )
by Lantis on Sat Feb 16, 2008 8:04 am
The source of the sudden bouts of wind that had kissed so many ladies thigh was currently still wailing. EVERYONE HAD TO LOVE CUDDLE DUCK. It was THE LAW. And perhaps the only string of sanity that was keeping Evil!Saitsu from rearing his head was the fact - one that he probably acknowledged - that his MOST HONOURABLE SHUSHOU could probably kick his ass. Never-the-less the bokken was still flailing below the oversized cello and sending gusts of air along the corridor until the inevitable happened and he actually hit something - or in this case someone.. a rather burly senior who had arrived at the scene late tailing a rather nervous looking new kid who had subsequently upended the woman who his gusts had innocently aided to enter. The sound of bones shattering was enough to stop even his rampage, the front end of the young man's face caved in by the blunter edge of his bokken. Confused wet eyes blinked, the waterfalls that had sprouted becoming only tiny glimmering droplets as he looked at his MOST HONOURABE SHUSHOU in a little bit of bewilderment before looking back at the boy who had crashed to the floor clutching a blood stained mess of shattered cheekbones and squashed nose. Lips parted to roundly curse whoever had placed such horrific acts onto him before blurry eyes recognised his would be attacker.. the demon of Nottori High standing rather close to a rather pissed looking senior and still holding the bloodied bokken in his hands. "..." "..." Both duely acknowledged one another before wet verdant lifted to Kanaye "...?!" Of course the man was no doubt used to such 'accidents' by now as they tended to follow the small boy around, especially when he was in the process of some wild emotional bout. "Ah.." Suddenly the he was micarulously saved by the bell - well announcer anyway as it boomed across the campus telling them to gather obediantly. A sweet smile was offered to the floored man before a lollipop found its way into his hand - as way of apology.. though had Saitsu known of his previous actions no doubt it would have been more than a bloodied nose that he had suffered. "Hai, haiyaku Kanaye-sama~" A soft giggle was offered as he then totally ignored the man on the floor - utterly forgotten in his urge to take his senior to the gathering, even offering him his hand, both bokken and cuddle duck balanced in his right arm now.
Arise within the hearts of mortal men, corruption, fouled glory and the scent of fear. Tremble, innocence stolen as the obsidian of dried blood replaces the beauty where flowers once bloomed. And despair, there is naught to save your ruptured spirits.
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Re: Nottori High School ( )
by Myrin on Sat Feb 16, 2008 1:36 pm
She regretted the words as soon as they escaped; his face went from cheery to confusion in a matter of seconds. Emily was wondering if she said a bad thing yet before she could apologize they were interrupted by a stunningly beautiful female with gorgeous purple hair and a body to die for. It was all so slow yet so fast; people went from a circus to a zoo at the sight of this girl. They took out cameras and cell phones; flashes almost blinding Emily.
“Who is she…?” Was all that came to mind as the other students continued to act like wild monkeys at the sight of a banana tree that fell from the heavens. Turning her attention back to Book, Emily was bothered to find Book staring at the girl with his eyes widen. A warm feeling entered her stomach as she realized he too seemed to be fascinated with this Asian girl. Watching his reaction, Emily felt this feeling grow and wondered what might be. Jealousy? Hate? Annoyance? Dislike? Anger? So many of them and yet she couldn’t pin point the right one.
What was making her feel this way? They weren’t even dating, they barely know of each other. Yet why was she feeling so PISSED!? Emily didn’t bother to speak and felt satisfied when the girl’s flashy intro was interrupted by an announcement.
"ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS BOTH NEW AND RETURNING TO NOTTORI HIGH SCHOOL! PLEASE REPORT TO THE NORTH AUDITORIUM IMMEDIATELY. I REPEAT. ALL STUDENTS PROCEED IMMEDIATELY TO THE NORTH AUDITORIUM."
Within seconds Emily and Book were on the ground again. For some reason Book bowed to everyone in the room and gave Akendo a pat on the head. Next thing she knew he was on his knee with her hand in his and he kissed it. Emily felt her knees turn into mush as her looked into her eyes, he was speaking. But did she hear it? No, not really. Her brain decided to shut down on after his lips touched her skin; she was stuck at that exact moment in time unable to move. It wasn’t until he was gone that she snapped out of it and realized she had no idea what she was suppose to do now, “Wait.. What?”
Emily blinked a few times, “The hell? Where am I supposed to go now?”
“Who is she…?” Was all that came to mind as the other students continued to act like wild monkeys at the sight of a banana tree that fell from the heavens. Turning her attention back to Book, Emily was bothered to find Book staring at the girl with his eyes widen. A warm feeling entered her stomach as she realized he too seemed to be fascinated with this Asian girl. Watching his reaction, Emily felt this feeling grow and wondered what might be. Jealousy? Hate? Annoyance? Dislike? Anger? So many of them and yet she couldn’t pin point the right one.
What was making her feel this way? They weren’t even dating, they barely know of each other. Yet why was she feeling so PISSED!? Emily didn’t bother to speak and felt satisfied when the girl’s flashy intro was interrupted by an announcement.
"ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS BOTH NEW AND RETURNING TO NOTTORI HIGH SCHOOL! PLEASE REPORT TO THE NORTH AUDITORIUM IMMEDIATELY. I REPEAT. ALL STUDENTS PROCEED IMMEDIATELY TO THE NORTH AUDITORIUM."
Within seconds Emily and Book were on the ground again. For some reason Book bowed to everyone in the room and gave Akendo a pat on the head. Next thing she knew he was on his knee with her hand in his and he kissed it. Emily felt her knees turn into mush as her looked into her eyes, he was speaking. But did she hear it? No, not really. Her brain decided to shut down on after his lips touched her skin; she was stuck at that exact moment in time unable to move. It wasn’t until he was gone that she snapped out of it and realized she had no idea what she was suppose to do now, “Wait.. What?”
Emily blinked a few times, “The hell? Where am I supposed to go now?”
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Re: Nottori High School ( )
by waterychan on Sat Feb 16, 2008 6:25 pm
Staring off into space, Makito's ears suddenly ringed with an announcement over the intercom. He glared at the metal contraption, annoyed at the interruption of his peaceful gaze. He was leaning calmly on a wall, directly left of a large window. Light shone into the room, enveloping him in it's warmth. He appeared ethereal, beautiful, inhuman. A few passing students stopped to watch him, entranced somehow. He paid them no mind.
North Auditorium, eh? Time to be herded like cattle, I suppose.
Kicking his left leg against the wall, he pushed himself forward to stroll to the auditorium. On the way, he was stopped in the hall by a few female students, both looking eagerly up at his taller frame.
"Riki-senpai..." the first spoke, a forcibly high-pitched voice, "Our friend, Asaki, was wondering if you wanted to possibly go out with her?"
"She's too shy to ask you herself." the second, slightly shorter girl explained.
He recognized the both of them to be Ayumu Kirie and Mizuho Oni, one year below his grade. Due to his photograpghic memory, he knew them to be referring to Asaki Azai, a 16 year old who was considered to be one of the most beautiful in the school. Her shy tendencies had most guys clawing past each other just to catch a glimpse of her angelic visage.
And he had no interest in her.
"Sorry, ladies, I'm going to have to decline. Tell her I'm sorry though." he walked past them, not giving them a chance to say anything more.
His walk, slow yet commanding, drew the attention of most. Even teachers stopped sometimes, unable to keep themselves from watching his grace. But to him, it was merely a way of getting from point A to point B.
As his fellow students stared, he sighed lightly, What is so damn interesting about me? Pay attention to something else for once...I grow tired of you all. The stares were daunting, grating on his nerves.
As he continued in his venture toward the auditorium, he noticed the one person in the entire school who could give him goosebumps. Walking in the opposite direction, a stuffed duck in one hand, a taller student in the other, Saitsu didn't see Makito, which is exactly how he wanted it. He chose to be more of a silent observer, never having actually talked to Saitsu before. He's so cute.
North Auditorium, eh? Time to be herded like cattle, I suppose.
Kicking his left leg against the wall, he pushed himself forward to stroll to the auditorium. On the way, he was stopped in the hall by a few female students, both looking eagerly up at his taller frame.
"Riki-senpai..." the first spoke, a forcibly high-pitched voice, "Our friend, Asaki, was wondering if you wanted to possibly go out with her?"
"She's too shy to ask you herself." the second, slightly shorter girl explained.
He recognized the both of them to be Ayumu Kirie and Mizuho Oni, one year below his grade. Due to his photograpghic memory, he knew them to be referring to Asaki Azai, a 16 year old who was considered to be one of the most beautiful in the school. Her shy tendencies had most guys clawing past each other just to catch a glimpse of her angelic visage.
And he had no interest in her.
"Sorry, ladies, I'm going to have to decline. Tell her I'm sorry though." he walked past them, not giving them a chance to say anything more.
His walk, slow yet commanding, drew the attention of most. Even teachers stopped sometimes, unable to keep themselves from watching his grace. But to him, it was merely a way of getting from point A to point B.
As his fellow students stared, he sighed lightly, What is so damn interesting about me? Pay attention to something else for once...I grow tired of you all. The stares were daunting, grating on his nerves.
As he continued in his venture toward the auditorium, he noticed the one person in the entire school who could give him goosebumps. Walking in the opposite direction, a stuffed duck in one hand, a taller student in the other, Saitsu didn't see Makito, which is exactly how he wanted it. He chose to be more of a silent observer, never having actually talked to Saitsu before. He's so cute.
Mosh pit.
Well-concealed tazer.
Hours of endless entertainment.
Well-concealed tazer.
Hours of endless entertainment.
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Re: Nottori High School ( )
by Fade on Sat Feb 16, 2008 10:10 pm
It's that time eh? The darkness that seamed to encumber every part of him in its gentle warmth was roused be the sound of the overhead announcement. His eyelids fluttered for a moment before he gazed skyward towards the ceiling. The yellow hoodie that he was wearing was pulled over his face, keeping most everything but a few stray strands of orange hair and the hairless jawline from sticking out. Seams that I have the damnedest luck.
Shino had made the particular mistake of skipping his classes and trying to sleep within the auditorium for the first day of school. The unpleasantness of introductions for new students, or in his case, a returning student seamed nothing more than a hassle to him. He sat up straight in about the middle of all of the seating, his arms reaching to stretch skyward, pulling the muscles and tendons of his body tight for a minute before the pressure was released. His hands slid themselves slowly into the pockets of his hoodie, slouching over in his seat as he watched student by student make their way into the auditorium.
Shino's eyes shifted back and forth underneath the shadows of the hood, carefully taking in the details of all those that entered the auditorium, where they sat, and whom they seamed to socialize with. A bad habbit of noticeing details the results of his time off from school. Despite it all though, Shino looked bored already. I hope this is quic-... His thoughts were cut short by the rumble of his own stomach, the lack of nourishment within his system causing him to groan and shift his thoughts quickly to food. Ramen, curry rice... Mmm, I wonder what the lunch room has to eat.
Shino had made the particular mistake of skipping his classes and trying to sleep within the auditorium for the first day of school. The unpleasantness of introductions for new students, or in his case, a returning student seamed nothing more than a hassle to him. He sat up straight in about the middle of all of the seating, his arms reaching to stretch skyward, pulling the muscles and tendons of his body tight for a minute before the pressure was released. His hands slid themselves slowly into the pockets of his hoodie, slouching over in his seat as he watched student by student make their way into the auditorium.
Shino's eyes shifted back and forth underneath the shadows of the hood, carefully taking in the details of all those that entered the auditorium, where they sat, and whom they seamed to socialize with. A bad habbit of noticeing details the results of his time off from school. Despite it all though, Shino looked bored already. I hope this is quic-... His thoughts were cut short by the rumble of his own stomach, the lack of nourishment within his system causing him to groan and shift his thoughts quickly to food. Ramen, curry rice... Mmm, I wonder what the lunch room has to eat.
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Motti: Don't try to frighten us with your sorcerous ways, Lord Vader. Your sad devotion to that ancient religion has not helped you conjure up the stolen data tapes, or given you clairvoyance enough to find the rebels' hidden fortress...
[Vader makes a pinching motion and Motti starts choking]
Vader: I find your lack of faith disturbing
Patrick: I don't think we should see each other.
Evelyn: But your friends are my friends and my friends are your friends. I don't think it would work. You have a little something...
Patrick: I know that your friends are my friends and, uh... I thought about that. You can have'em.
Patrick: There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.
Re: Nottori High School ( )
by Ralana on Sun Feb 17, 2008 12:03 am
The few moments were just beyond perfect for Aurora, and even more so because everything just oddly happened with out her trying. The way she moved, the music, and the way time slowed was just the universe showing its affection towards her, but well not really. As she turned her head gracefully away from the fainting nerds Aurora suddenly was jolted back into the cruel harsh world of reality as she was slammed into by someone. Letting out a loud yelp, like when you yank a puppy too hard on its leash, she feel backwards onto the hard floor. Whoever it was that bumped into her fell with the girl and landed on top of Aurora. Thus proving that fate can remind you of the power it has.
Groaning loudly the girl lifted her head up trying to figure out what all happened. Before she could say a word Aurora was suddenly pulled up to her feet like a rag doll. Thankfully her bag was closed tight and nothing fell out, and it was still on her arm. Blinking several times the girl glanced up at the boy that was apologizing to her, a fumbling apology anyways. As she tried to listen to him Aurora felt something damp on the back of her head. Shit she was bleeding. Moving her hand she felt the back of her head while glaring at the boy who had run into her. His face was bright red, as it should be. He knocked down Aurora Cho, not only did he knock her down, but he ruined her entrance. “Ugh…” The girl paused looking at him with a look of disbelief on her face, “You know who I am right?” It might have come off as rude, but well the girl wasn’t trying to be. It was just that anyone who didn’t know who she was had to have been living in a box or just anywhere that was lame. But, this kid, he at least seemed like he regretted what he did. Even so, her piercing blue eyes burrowed into the boy as she put a hand on her hip. She didn’t say a word, but clearly the girl was fuming inside as she imagined strangling him with her bare hands.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the announcement which also killed the music. Auditorium, well that’s just fucking awesome isn’t it. The girl rolled her eyes clearly not happy with the timing of events as she went to walk past the boy while pulling out her cell phone.But, the seventeen year old stopped just as she was about to pass him, “I’m Aurora Cho.” The girl looked him up and down putting a hand up as if quickly going to calculate the boy’s total worth in a manner of seconds. Her head tilted slightly and her she pointed her index finger at him in a circular motion “Um ok…seriously try shaving, its good to watch where you are going when you walk…and all this…” Aurora paused looking over his clothes. “We’re not America darling…” She stopped looking up at him with a look of all seriousness, as if she thought he really needed help. “Wear clothes that fit.” Aurora opened up her cell phone still looking at the boy as if making sure he got her notes. “If you need fashion help just ask, but please…don’t hurt my eyes.” She paused tilting her head to the side, “Otherwise not completely horrifying…” With a flick of her hand and head the girl went to walk off towards the auditorium while going to punch in Kat’s phone number. Putting the phone to her ear Aurora glanced around for her friend. She hadn’t seen him…well her…him yet today. The girl planned on trying to skip out of the Auditorium lecture to ‘help’ Kat out.
Groaning loudly the girl lifted her head up trying to figure out what all happened. Before she could say a word Aurora was suddenly pulled up to her feet like a rag doll. Thankfully her bag was closed tight and nothing fell out, and it was still on her arm. Blinking several times the girl glanced up at the boy that was apologizing to her, a fumbling apology anyways. As she tried to listen to him Aurora felt something damp on the back of her head. Shit she was bleeding. Moving her hand she felt the back of her head while glaring at the boy who had run into her. His face was bright red, as it should be. He knocked down Aurora Cho, not only did he knock her down, but he ruined her entrance. “Ugh…” The girl paused looking at him with a look of disbelief on her face, “You know who I am right?” It might have come off as rude, but well the girl wasn’t trying to be. It was just that anyone who didn’t know who she was had to have been living in a box or just anywhere that was lame. But, this kid, he at least seemed like he regretted what he did. Even so, her piercing blue eyes burrowed into the boy as she put a hand on her hip. She didn’t say a word, but clearly the girl was fuming inside as she imagined strangling him with her bare hands.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the announcement which also killed the music. Auditorium, well that’s just fucking awesome isn’t it. The girl rolled her eyes clearly not happy with the timing of events as she went to walk past the boy while pulling out her cell phone.But, the seventeen year old stopped just as she was about to pass him, “I’m Aurora Cho.” The girl looked him up and down putting a hand up as if quickly going to calculate the boy’s total worth in a manner of seconds. Her head tilted slightly and her she pointed her index finger at him in a circular motion “Um ok…seriously try shaving, its good to watch where you are going when you walk…and all this…” Aurora paused looking over his clothes. “We’re not America darling…” She stopped looking up at him with a look of all seriousness, as if she thought he really needed help. “Wear clothes that fit.” Aurora opened up her cell phone still looking at the boy as if making sure he got her notes. “If you need fashion help just ask, but please…don’t hurt my eyes.” She paused tilting her head to the side, “Otherwise not completely horrifying…” With a flick of her hand and head the girl went to walk off towards the auditorium while going to punch in Kat’s phone number. Putting the phone to her ear Aurora glanced around for her friend. She hadn’t seen him…well her…him yet today. The girl planned on trying to skip out of the Auditorium lecture to ‘help’ Kat out.
STAR WARS
Motti: Don't try to frighten us with your sorcerous ways, Lord Vader. Your sad devotion to that ancient religion has not helped you conjure up the stolen data tapes, or given you clairvoyance enough to find the rebels' hidden fortress...
[Vader makes a pinching motion and Motti starts choking]
Vader: I find your lack of faith disturbing
American Physco
Patrick: I don't think we should see each other.
Evelyn: But your friends are my friends and my friends are your friends. I don't think it would work. You have a little something...
Patrick: I know that your friends are my friends and, uh... I thought about that. You can have'em.
Patrick: There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.
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Re: Nottori High School ( )
by Angel_Melfina on Sun Feb 17, 2008 5:11 am
After fumbling with her damnable skirt, Kat knelt down carefully to pick up her books. The wind from Aurora's entrance had finally died down, and Kat no longer had to worry about having a Marilyn Monroe moment. He grabbed all 4 of his books and clutched them back to his chest, almost embarrassed at the lumps protruding under his shirt. Regaining her composure, Kat began walking into the school, down the cleared path the students had created for Aurora. She finally looked up only to see Aurora lying on her back on the floor. Just as fast as she was knocked down, she was jerked back up, never pausing in giving the fellow the third degree.
"Aurora! Auror--!"
Her sad attempt at yelling for her friend was quickly drowned out by the announcement over the intercom. Students swarmed the cleared path, erasing the breadcrumbs Aurora had left behind her. Kat attempted to push and shove through the sea of students flooding to the end of the hall, but was not very successful. After this proved no good, she jumped up a few times trying to look over the crowd. She held her books with one arm and held her skirt down with the other, desperately trying to find the one person that could help her right now.
"AURORA!!"
Ugh, it was too damn loud. Finally giving up, Kat started to walk with the crowd as her cell phone vibrated in her shirt. Yes, her shirt. She wasn't used to carrying a purse yet, and her outfit had no pockets, so she stuffed her cell phone into her shirt, fitting it snugly just between her breasts. The perfect cell phone holder. Reaching into her shirt, Kat pulled out the phone and flipped it open, seeing it was Aurora calling. YES.
She hit the green button. "Aurora! Woman, HELP ME."
"Aurora! Auror--!"
Her sad attempt at yelling for her friend was quickly drowned out by the announcement over the intercom. Students swarmed the cleared path, erasing the breadcrumbs Aurora had left behind her. Kat attempted to push and shove through the sea of students flooding to the end of the hall, but was not very successful. After this proved no good, she jumped up a few times trying to look over the crowd. She held her books with one arm and held her skirt down with the other, desperately trying to find the one person that could help her right now.
"AURORA!!"
Ugh, it was too damn loud. Finally giving up, Kat started to walk with the crowd as her cell phone vibrated in her shirt. Yes, her shirt. She wasn't used to carrying a purse yet, and her outfit had no pockets, so she stuffed her cell phone into her shirt, fitting it snugly just between her breasts. The perfect cell phone holder. Reaching into her shirt, Kat pulled out the phone and flipped it open, seeing it was Aurora calling. YES.
She hit the green button. "Aurora! Woman, HELP ME."
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Re: Nottori High School ( )
by Kijuki-X on Sun Feb 17, 2008 9:00 am
"I can wait..." She was quite clear then, and VERY polite. It was unusual to see someone being polite, specially at this school; people bump into you, challenge you to spar out of nowhere, blow winds at you for the hell of it, pull you into classrooms out of the blue, make you faint for no reason, call you names and stuff without knowing why. Polite? Not at Nottori High School. More like "THE IMPOLITE HIGH SCHOOL" or TIHS for short, an emphasized short. But this girl really showed what polite was. You'd think you'd get something like that out of someone like Aurora, but no, you get it out of an apparent freshman.
Jake was curious of course as to why she didn't want to sit down, but well, guess it was her own business. He simply nodded, and before he looked away to leave, he saw her drop her case. He immediately try to react but it was too late; she had already lowered to get it, and not only that, she took out a cellphone and whispered a question to herself about a message. Then... she looked... confused. Nah, no way, everyone knows how to use one, or so Jake thought as she flipped it open and pressed a button. Jake was sneaking away, but on a quick curious glance, he noticed she was blinking and looking at the phone utterly confused, although her posture didn't suggested so. You could see the static reflection of the cell's light on her cheeks, eyes and nose, which suggested she was looking at nothing but her cell's screen. The same look he has seen on many people's faces when they flat out don't have that much experience with technology. Her eyes moved a bit as if trying to find something... but she was too polite, so barging in and telling her how to work the thing would be rude, and "may I help you?" sounds too friendly when you want to mess with someone's things in order to show them how it works, and don't even know their name. Can't leave her either, not when he knows about that cellphone's interface; it was reviewed just recently on TechGeek's Weekly, by like four different people. He almost seemed to pace in place, he just didn't want to be disturbing is all.
But OKAY! Let's help her out!
Getting close enough again, Jake tried speaking to her politely.
"May I h-..." "ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS BOTH NEW AND RETURNING TO NOTTORI HIGH SCHOOL! PLEASE REPORT TO THE NORTH AUDITORIUM IMMEDIATELY..."
NO! Foiled again. Jake didn't even hear himself speaking, so surely she couldn't have heard him.
"...I REPEAT. BLAH BLAH blah blah blah yadda yadda blah."
Yeah, yeah, north auditorium. A moment after the speaker shut up, he tried again.
"May I- AGH!" Book zoomed by past him, making Jake recklessly dodging him and going against the wall, almost smacking into the girl. Panting quite dramatically he shook his fist as Book kept running away. "Damn you 'Notepad'! You are supposed to WALK!" Cried Jake frustrated, then noting he was right next to the girl, he pulled away his frustrated look and stepped back some feet.
"Erm sorry, I didn't mean to be so close to you." He bowed three or five times exaggeratedly. He just didn't want to be impolite! Didn't want to turn a polite young girl into a raging beast of inevitable destruction by showing her rudeness. But as Book's clique began to move, Jake noticed yet ANOTHER unfamiliar older face, and this one looked American. "New, female and foreign?" he thought to himself. It was rare, he had only seen it happened two or three times. Regardless, as he notice her, she showed an utterly flustered look to herself, and even sounded baffled. He looked at both girls, back and forth to each one. Both probably appalled in their own spaces, and obviously he thought since they're both knew they might not know where the north auditorium was... or did they? Being puzzled himself, he sorted out a quick question out loud in the middle of the classroom:
"So I am thinking we all know where the North Auditorium is at... right?"
Jake was curious of course as to why she didn't want to sit down, but well, guess it was her own business. He simply nodded, and before he looked away to leave, he saw her drop her case. He immediately try to react but it was too late; she had already lowered to get it, and not only that, she took out a cellphone and whispered a question to herself about a message. Then... she looked... confused. Nah, no way, everyone knows how to use one, or so Jake thought as she flipped it open and pressed a button. Jake was sneaking away, but on a quick curious glance, he noticed she was blinking and looking at the phone utterly confused, although her posture didn't suggested so. You could see the static reflection of the cell's light on her cheeks, eyes and nose, which suggested she was looking at nothing but her cell's screen. The same look he has seen on many people's faces when they flat out don't have that much experience with technology. Her eyes moved a bit as if trying to find something... but she was too polite, so barging in and telling her how to work the thing would be rude, and "may I help you?" sounds too friendly when you want to mess with someone's things in order to show them how it works, and don't even know their name. Can't leave her either, not when he knows about that cellphone's interface; it was reviewed just recently on TechGeek's Weekly, by like four different people. He almost seemed to pace in place, he just didn't want to be disturbing is all.
But OKAY! Let's help her out!
Getting close enough again, Jake tried speaking to her politely.
"May I h-..." "ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS BOTH NEW AND RETURNING TO NOTTORI HIGH SCHOOL! PLEASE REPORT TO THE NORTH AUDITORIUM IMMEDIATELY..."
NO! Foiled again. Jake didn't even hear himself speaking, so surely she couldn't have heard him.
"...I REPEAT. BLAH BLAH blah blah blah yadda yadda blah."
Yeah, yeah, north auditorium. A moment after the speaker shut up, he tried again.
"May I- AGH!" Book zoomed by past him, making Jake recklessly dodging him and going against the wall, almost smacking into the girl. Panting quite dramatically he shook his fist as Book kept running away. "Damn you 'Notepad'! You are supposed to WALK!" Cried Jake frustrated, then noting he was right next to the girl, he pulled away his frustrated look and stepped back some feet.
"Erm sorry, I didn't mean to be so close to you." He bowed three or five times exaggeratedly. He just didn't want to be impolite! Didn't want to turn a polite young girl into a raging beast of inevitable destruction by showing her rudeness. But as Book's clique began to move, Jake noticed yet ANOTHER unfamiliar older face, and this one looked American. "New, female and foreign?" he thought to himself. It was rare, he had only seen it happened two or three times. Regardless, as he notice her, she showed an utterly flustered look to herself, and even sounded baffled. He looked at both girls, back and forth to each one. Both probably appalled in their own spaces, and obviously he thought since they're both knew they might not know where the north auditorium was... or did they? Being puzzled himself, he sorted out a quick question out loud in the middle of the classroom:
"So I am thinking we all know where the North Auditorium is at... right?"
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Re: Nottori High School ( )
by Walter Barrecks on Sun Feb 17, 2008 1:57 pm
Things were grim for poor William...or so he thought. Had he have bumped into a normal person, he'd only feel bad, but since he bumped into the popular girl...and knocked her down..he was most likely going to meet a couple angry fans later. Hopefully he'd get a chance to med the problem...
Aurora started talking to him finally, whcih was a good sign.He didn't answer her first question, however he should have based on the look she had...deadly rage. There was a rather loud announcement over the intercom before she started again. William was unable to look away from her beautiful form, regardless the situation. "Aurora Cho..." He said repeated to himself as he heard it. He remembered that name from the girls trying to be like her that would insult how he looked all day. He felt bad for them in a way, being that they had almost as much a sickly existence as him, starving themselves and being less intelligent than a dog.
"I-I'm War-Warin-nai Wil-William-m" He was clearly nervous around her, not the first time a pretty face has ruined his ability to speak. He slowly moved his hand upward into a wave and attempted a smile. With Aurora pointing her finger a various parts of him and commenting, William felt like an insect that had been crushed under a Stilletto. He tried to keep up with her as he defended himself. "...But I razors hurt...I'm sorry, it was an accident..." He didn't know why she pointing these things out, but he was starting to want to listen. "Well..I know I'm Japa-...I can't help it, normal pants are too crowded...alright...arigato.." He said sheepishly. She left him behind, taking out a dialling a phone.
William realized something and chased after her. "Aurora-san...wait...please...I don't know my way around, I just transfered here..." He ran after her, pushing his way through the crowd. "Could you please help me get-" He stopped, glancing at the back of her head. " Aurora-san...are you bleeding?...Forget about the Auditorium, please let me esscort you to the Nurse's office..." Standing at her side, with a worried look on his face, William was begging her. He'd completely ignored the fact she was on the phone. Noticing his mistake, he apologized. "Oh, I'm so sorry to interrupt you."
Aurora started talking to him finally, whcih was a good sign.He didn't answer her first question, however he should have based on the look she had...deadly rage. There was a rather loud announcement over the intercom before she started again. William was unable to look away from her beautiful form, regardless the situation. "Aurora Cho..." He said repeated to himself as he heard it. He remembered that name from the girls trying to be like her that would insult how he looked all day. He felt bad for them in a way, being that they had almost as much a sickly existence as him, starving themselves and being less intelligent than a dog.
"I-I'm War-Warin-nai Wil-William-m" He was clearly nervous around her, not the first time a pretty face has ruined his ability to speak. He slowly moved his hand upward into a wave and attempted a smile. With Aurora pointing her finger a various parts of him and commenting, William felt like an insect that had been crushed under a Stilletto. He tried to keep up with her as he defended himself. "...But I razors hurt...I'm sorry, it was an accident..." He didn't know why she pointing these things out, but he was starting to want to listen. "Well..I know I'm Japa-...I can't help it, normal pants are too crowded...alright...arigato.." He said sheepishly. She left him behind, taking out a dialling a phone.
William realized something and chased after her. "Aurora-san...wait...please...I don't know my way around, I just transfered here..." He ran after her, pushing his way through the crowd. "Could you please help me get-" He stopped, glancing at the back of her head. " Aurora-san...are you bleeding?...Forget about the Auditorium, please let me esscort you to the Nurse's office..." Standing at her side, with a worried look on his face, William was begging her. He'd completely ignored the fact she was on the phone. Noticing his mistake, he apologized. "Oh, I'm so sorry to interrupt you."
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Re: Nottori High School ( )
by aeleon on Sun Feb 17, 2008 3:51 pm
In the back of a class currently being emptied out was Sirlei, bent over a countertop. If her mother knew the way the hem of her skirt just grazed the tops of her thighs and how the tips of her vans scraped the floor, newly waxed and now developing tiny scuff marks, she would have been quite displeased - come to think of it, Sirlei would not have enjoyed being such a spectacle either, but because of the sound flooding her ears from her large, padded, pink-and-white headphones, she was entirely unaware of the world around her. With her torso planted flat against the last free bit of beige countertop, she was finally wiring the last of the computers for the freshman homerooms, and it seemed like no one noticed as they did their morning things.
As she screwed an ethernet card into this particular box's slot, she noticed - as per usual - that this machine was also very dusty and in need of cleaning. Taking a deep breath, she blew into the box frustratedly, but it did no good - dust flew up everywhere, and as it gathered by her face, she felt her nose tingle. She wrinkled and wiggled it to no avail for a few moments, until finally she ducked her face into her inner elbow and let out a tiny sneeze. Unfortunately, the reaction also jerked her fingers, which, when one holding a screwdriver and another bracing the screw its working on, lead to an unfortunate pinching feeling.
Being highly intolerant to pain, Sirlei jumped, shouted something rather rude, and shook her hand in the air, as if somehow that would help. As if in the same instant, she whipped her head around, expecting to find a crowd of staring faces, but instead was greeted with an empty classroom. Hmm? she thought. Am I missing some-
Conveniently, the speaker system answered her questions for her, even over the thundering bass of her headphones. Sirlei winced, and gave her poor old computers once last backwards glance over her shoulder. It'll have to wait, then, she muttered, striding out of the room, making a note of the classroom number before continuing straight towards the Auditorium.
Sirlei was not a stranger to these halls; after one and a half years of roaming them with all sorts of electronic equipment in your hands at the behest of people lazier and smarter than you and the demands of people lazier and dumber than you, you wouldn't be either. Still, despite her height being above average for a girl, her skin being relatively dark and her body relatively curvy for her native japanese heritage, and her hair color remaining a constant muted purple, she was relatively unknown, albeit a gem to her fellow Engineering and computer science students. To be honest, in a school like this one, it was justfied. It didn't phase her, either; in fact, as she glanced over to witness the prom queen's mishap as she weaved through the crowd of processing students, it pleased her to go unseen sometimes. Being a junior, 'on your way out' instead of 'on your way in', puts things in a different perspective.
Though she wasn't the first one in the auditorium by a longshot, Sirlei did manage to get a decent spot in the middle of the left-hand side of the rows of seats, which were just uncomfortable enough to keep students awake through the most boring of speeches. As she sat down at the seat closest to the exit asile, she scanned the back of the chair in front of her with all of its little scratches, doodles and initials of people who've come and gone. She recognized a few and reminisced, waiting for the auditorium to fill and for the white noise of everyone's talking to die down. Then and only then would she turn her mp3 player off.
As she screwed an ethernet card into this particular box's slot, she noticed - as per usual - that this machine was also very dusty and in need of cleaning. Taking a deep breath, she blew into the box frustratedly, but it did no good - dust flew up everywhere, and as it gathered by her face, she felt her nose tingle. She wrinkled and wiggled it to no avail for a few moments, until finally she ducked her face into her inner elbow and let out a tiny sneeze. Unfortunately, the reaction also jerked her fingers, which, when one holding a screwdriver and another bracing the screw its working on, lead to an unfortunate pinching feeling.
Being highly intolerant to pain, Sirlei jumped, shouted something rather rude, and shook her hand in the air, as if somehow that would help. As if in the same instant, she whipped her head around, expecting to find a crowd of staring faces, but instead was greeted with an empty classroom. Hmm? she thought. Am I missing some-
Conveniently, the speaker system answered her questions for her, even over the thundering bass of her headphones. Sirlei winced, and gave her poor old computers once last backwards glance over her shoulder. It'll have to wait, then, she muttered, striding out of the room, making a note of the classroom number before continuing straight towards the Auditorium.
Sirlei was not a stranger to these halls; after one and a half years of roaming them with all sorts of electronic equipment in your hands at the behest of people lazier and smarter than you and the demands of people lazier and dumber than you, you wouldn't be either. Still, despite her height being above average for a girl, her skin being relatively dark and her body relatively curvy for her native japanese heritage, and her hair color remaining a constant muted purple, she was relatively unknown, albeit a gem to her fellow Engineering and computer science students. To be honest, in a school like this one, it was justfied. It didn't phase her, either; in fact, as she glanced over to witness the prom queen's mishap as she weaved through the crowd of processing students, it pleased her to go unseen sometimes. Being a junior, 'on your way out' instead of 'on your way in', puts things in a different perspective.
Though she wasn't the first one in the auditorium by a longshot, Sirlei did manage to get a decent spot in the middle of the left-hand side of the rows of seats, which were just uncomfortable enough to keep students awake through the most boring of speeches. As she sat down at the seat closest to the exit asile, she scanned the back of the chair in front of her with all of its little scratches, doodles and initials of people who've come and gone. She recognized a few and reminisced, waiting for the auditorium to fill and for the white noise of everyone's talking to die down. Then and only then would she turn her mp3 player off.
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Re: Nottori High School ( )
by LitomoSilver on Sun Feb 17, 2008 3:56 pm
Suddenly the newest student walked in, winds a-blowing. And loud music thumping.
What the fuck? He hadn't moved all that much from where he'd been. He'd spent his time watching Book embarass the hell out of the poor girl that he was acting the hero for. Poor girl. I wonder what will happen after that? It was an interesting thought, as he watched the two move away.
Then he turned his head towards the new student and heard her name, Aurora Cho. Another popular student, as usual. His face was smooth, almost serious as he observed the girl walking like she owned the school. Interesting attitude. Wonder if she does that with her parents?
He could just almost imagine the girl demanding things of her parents, the image of the girl in the same outfit, since he'd not seen her before, standing before her parents, hands on hips, the tone of her voice full of danger and threats, and their parents holding firm before eventually giving in.
Must be an interesting sight to see, if she actually did that.
Mm. Okay. Let's see what happens.--"ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS BOTH NEW AND RETURNING TO NOTTORI HIGH SCHOOL! PLEASE REPORT TO THE NORTH AUDITORIUM IMMEDIATELY. I REPEAT. ALL STUDENTS PROCEED IMMEDIATELY TO THE NORTH AUDITORIUM."
What the fuck? Stupid PA system. Too bad I don't have a gun to shoot them out.
Then he did as requested, walking, watching students all around him, pulling the hood of his cloak up to cover his face, now allowing students to only get a glimpse of his blue-grey eyes. When he did bother to notice, the students here seemed to be almost... crazy.
Then suddenly he had an image of a male student trying to hump a pillow, thinking it was a female student. What the... The image had caught him completely by surprise and nearly tripped him. Where'd the fuck did that come from? He looked all around himself, trying to find someone who was gigling. Yet... there was none. Odd. I wonder what the fuck just happened.
Finally, he reached what must be the North Auditorium, since all the students were streaming into it from all sorts of directions. Home sweet home. He smiled sardonically, as he entered the cool but slightly darkened auditorium...
What the fuck? He hadn't moved all that much from where he'd been. He'd spent his time watching Book embarass the hell out of the poor girl that he was acting the hero for. Poor girl. I wonder what will happen after that? It was an interesting thought, as he watched the two move away.
Then he turned his head towards the new student and heard her name, Aurora Cho. Another popular student, as usual. His face was smooth, almost serious as he observed the girl walking like she owned the school. Interesting attitude. Wonder if she does that with her parents?
He could just almost imagine the girl demanding things of her parents, the image of the girl in the same outfit, since he'd not seen her before, standing before her parents, hands on hips, the tone of her voice full of danger and threats, and their parents holding firm before eventually giving in.
Must be an interesting sight to see, if she actually did that.
Mm. Okay. Let's see what happens.--"ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS BOTH NEW AND RETURNING TO NOTTORI HIGH SCHOOL! PLEASE REPORT TO THE NORTH AUDITORIUM IMMEDIATELY. I REPEAT. ALL STUDENTS PROCEED IMMEDIATELY TO THE NORTH AUDITORIUM."
What the fuck? Stupid PA system. Too bad I don't have a gun to shoot them out.
Then he did as requested, walking, watching students all around him, pulling the hood of his cloak up to cover his face, now allowing students to only get a glimpse of his blue-grey eyes. When he did bother to notice, the students here seemed to be almost... crazy.
Then suddenly he had an image of a male student trying to hump a pillow, thinking it was a female student. What the... The image had caught him completely by surprise and nearly tripped him. Where'd the fuck did that come from? He looked all around himself, trying to find someone who was gigling. Yet... there was none. Odd. I wonder what the fuck just happened.
Finally, he reached what must be the North Auditorium, since all the students were streaming into it from all sorts of directions. Home sweet home. He smiled sardonically, as he entered the cool but slightly darkened auditorium...
A Fallen Warrior am I, as I lay upon my back, knowing as I raise my eyes to the skies, as I lose the battle of my life, that I will never see again...those that I love. Blood and tears flow gently down my face as I await the final judgment...knowing that I am forever free, yet forever damned as I close my eyes and release my breath for the final time...
Dovie'andi se tovya sagain....It's time to toss the dice...Mat Cauthon-Robert Jordan...Wheel of Time series
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"Having sworn fealty, must I spend my life in servitude?" - Steiner
"To be forgotten is worse than death." - Freya
"The only dependable thing about the future is uncertainty." - Amarant.
Dovie'andi se tovya sagain....It's time to toss the dice...Mat Cauthon-Robert Jordan...Wheel of Time series
"How do you prove that you exist? Maybe we don't exist..." - Vivi
"Having sworn fealty, must I spend my life in servitude?" - Steiner
"To be forgotten is worse than death." - Freya
"The only dependable thing about the future is uncertainty." - Amarant.
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Re: Nottori High School ( )
by Flesh.Chobit on Sun Feb 17, 2008 6:06 pm
Now completely concentrating on her phone, Kokyuu had zoned the boy out and was mentally cursing herself. ‘No, no. How could I have forgotten? Okay, okay……’ The look of confusion slowly slipped to one of defeat as the things her new parents taught her were completely lost. She couldn’t remember a thing. Frantically going through what each button should do in her head, from the little to nothing that she could remember, she blocked out all sound in the hall. Even though it was filled with plenty of people and there seemed to be a bit of a situation happening with the female who entered as the weird music happened to begin playing. Nothing made its way through her stern state of concentration until she heard the announcement from the loud speaker. Only then did the young girl’s head lift from her phone, intently listening to the words from someone she assumed to be one of the school’s staff members. ‘New and returning students’ she thought silently, concluding that they wanted everyone. Even if the situation had been different, orientation was usually held in the beginning of school for new students. Or, at least that’s what her old educator told her on one of the many occasions that Kokyuu asked about how real schools were. She half expected to hear such an announcement at some point in the day.
After it finished, her head lowered and her eyes trailed back down to the screen of her phone. She was determined to find this message; after all there were only two people who would have sent her one- her new parents or her old teacher. Whichever it may be, the message would have been important to her. Mere seconds after the end of the announcement, she heard a thud and saw one of the males from inside the classroom rush out and down the hall; was the get together in the auditorium that important? Sudden warm from beside her, that wasn’t noticeable before, had Kokyuu look up at its origin. Against the wall with her, now much closer than when he previously approached before, was the same boy who tried to calm her on the situation inside the class. Her cheeks filled with a bright shade of pink, as her deep red irises scanned along his features and stopped when they reached his own eyes. With a blink or two, he had stepped back a few steps and began bowing and apologized. Kokyuu shook her head a little, bringing an empty hand up to her face in a slightly cupped fist; its purpose to cover at least some of the embarrassment now showing on her cheeks. Lowering it seconds later, after feeling her heart rate return to it’s normal pattern and the sudden ‘swarm of butterflies’ disperse, she waved it back and forth a little to soothe the situation. “It’s quite alright, please don’t worry about it.” She added, to verbally let him know she wasn’t bothered by what happened.
When the boy questioned if everyone knew the auditorium’s location, Kokyuu peaked into the classroom to see why he said ‘we all.’ It seemed that, after Book rushed from the room, his group had followed and left just the female he held in his arms; that now seemed lost and confused. The boy before her should have known where their destination was for sure, seeming to be older than Kokyuu herself; she assumed he’d been in the school previously. The girl, however, seemed as lost as she was herself. Although looking to be a senior, her appearance wasn’t one of someone native to Japan and left Kokyuu to assume she was a transfer student of sorts. “I don’t know for sure, but...” Kokyuu started to say, then looking through her bag, which was resting under her arm until she pulled it out to look inside again, for the same sheet of paper she pulled out before. Once she found it, she lifted it from the bag and turned it around to examine a vague map of sorts that was drawn by one of the office assistants to help her get around. “…using this and following the rest of the students, I’m sure I’ll be able to find it. Please care to see that the girl in the class can get there, if you’re looking to assist others.” She said, with a dismissing bow. “Thank you for your help…” She would have continued and added in his name, since that seemed the most respectful thing to do, but she hadn’t heard it. Staying to wait for it was the most polite option, which she knew, but if she continued to dawdle in the area she would not only be late but also have less students to follow. Deciding that, perhaps if she was supposed to, she’d run into the male again to learn his name. Raising from the bow she offered him a quick smile and wave before turning and walking down the hall to make her way to the place where all the students had been called to meet; North Auditorium.
As she walked, she slipped her phone into her bag; retrieving the message would have to wait until later. She was now clutching the bag in one hand, at her side, and had the paper in the other. Following both the map and the other students, Kokyuu found her way to the auditorium without much hassle. She slipped into one of the seats that were still open; an aisle seat. Happy about her seating arrangement, she let out a relieved sigh and smiled, looking around the filling room. This must have been, without a doubt, the biggest room in the school. Or, the biggest room she had seen anyway. The lunch room had been big, but only big enough to hold a grade at a time; where as this room could sit every student in the whole school at one. Kokyuu was in awe, having never been in such a place before. The loud rambling of friends sitting together and people yelling back and forth to those whom they couldn’t get a seat near rang loud in her head, making her wish she would have sat more near the front; where she assumed the more quiet people were.
Growing bored of the noise quite fast, she wished she had brought a book or something with her to occupy her free time. Free time which she had no idea there would be so much of. As she thought on possible things to do, she remembered the message she’d gotten. Shifting around in her seat, she pulled out her phone and began looking through it again to see if she could figure it out now while waiting for a teacher or someone to calm the students. As her eyes scanned along the screen and buttons, she saw ‘menu’ which stuck out to her for a reason. Clicking that she was directed to a screen with other options, one of which being ‘messaging.’ Smiling cheerfully, she clicked on messaging option and found her way to her inbox; which held one new message that said “Greeting, Ko-chan, enjoying your first day so far?” The name that was attached to the message was that of her new mother. Kokyuu’s cheerful and accomplished expression, which sprouted up instantly as she found the message on her own, quickly fell to a saddened and discouraged one. ‘Ko-chan…. I hate that name…’ She thought to herself, huffing out a soft, “Kyuu…”
After it finished, her head lowered and her eyes trailed back down to the screen of her phone. She was determined to find this message; after all there were only two people who would have sent her one- her new parents or her old teacher. Whichever it may be, the message would have been important to her. Mere seconds after the end of the announcement, she heard a thud and saw one of the males from inside the classroom rush out and down the hall; was the get together in the auditorium that important? Sudden warm from beside her, that wasn’t noticeable before, had Kokyuu look up at its origin. Against the wall with her, now much closer than when he previously approached before, was the same boy who tried to calm her on the situation inside the class. Her cheeks filled with a bright shade of pink, as her deep red irises scanned along his features and stopped when they reached his own eyes. With a blink or two, he had stepped back a few steps and began bowing and apologized. Kokyuu shook her head a little, bringing an empty hand up to her face in a slightly cupped fist; its purpose to cover at least some of the embarrassment now showing on her cheeks. Lowering it seconds later, after feeling her heart rate return to it’s normal pattern and the sudden ‘swarm of butterflies’ disperse, she waved it back and forth a little to soothe the situation. “It’s quite alright, please don’t worry about it.” She added, to verbally let him know she wasn’t bothered by what happened.
When the boy questioned if everyone knew the auditorium’s location, Kokyuu peaked into the classroom to see why he said ‘we all.’ It seemed that, after Book rushed from the room, his group had followed and left just the female he held in his arms; that now seemed lost and confused. The boy before her should have known where their destination was for sure, seeming to be older than Kokyuu herself; she assumed he’d been in the school previously. The girl, however, seemed as lost as she was herself. Although looking to be a senior, her appearance wasn’t one of someone native to Japan and left Kokyuu to assume she was a transfer student of sorts. “I don’t know for sure, but...” Kokyuu started to say, then looking through her bag, which was resting under her arm until she pulled it out to look inside again, for the same sheet of paper she pulled out before. Once she found it, she lifted it from the bag and turned it around to examine a vague map of sorts that was drawn by one of the office assistants to help her get around. “…using this and following the rest of the students, I’m sure I’ll be able to find it. Please care to see that the girl in the class can get there, if you’re looking to assist others.” She said, with a dismissing bow. “Thank you for your help…” She would have continued and added in his name, since that seemed the most respectful thing to do, but she hadn’t heard it. Staying to wait for it was the most polite option, which she knew, but if she continued to dawdle in the area she would not only be late but also have less students to follow. Deciding that, perhaps if she was supposed to, she’d run into the male again to learn his name. Raising from the bow she offered him a quick smile and wave before turning and walking down the hall to make her way to the place where all the students had been called to meet; North Auditorium.
As she walked, she slipped her phone into her bag; retrieving the message would have to wait until later. She was now clutching the bag in one hand, at her side, and had the paper in the other. Following both the map and the other students, Kokyuu found her way to the auditorium without much hassle. She slipped into one of the seats that were still open; an aisle seat. Happy about her seating arrangement, she let out a relieved sigh and smiled, looking around the filling room. This must have been, without a doubt, the biggest room in the school. Or, the biggest room she had seen anyway. The lunch room had been big, but only big enough to hold a grade at a time; where as this room could sit every student in the whole school at one. Kokyuu was in awe, having never been in such a place before. The loud rambling of friends sitting together and people yelling back and forth to those whom they couldn’t get a seat near rang loud in her head, making her wish she would have sat more near the front; where she assumed the more quiet people were.
Growing bored of the noise quite fast, she wished she had brought a book or something with her to occupy her free time. Free time which she had no idea there would be so much of. As she thought on possible things to do, she remembered the message she’d gotten. Shifting around in her seat, she pulled out her phone and began looking through it again to see if she could figure it out now while waiting for a teacher or someone to calm the students. As her eyes scanned along the screen and buttons, she saw ‘menu’ which stuck out to her for a reason. Clicking that she was directed to a screen with other options, one of which being ‘messaging.’ Smiling cheerfully, she clicked on messaging option and found her way to her inbox; which held one new message that said “Greeting, Ko-chan, enjoying your first day so far?” The name that was attached to the message was that of her new mother. Kokyuu’s cheerful and accomplished expression, which sprouted up instantly as she found the message on her own, quickly fell to a saddened and discouraged one. ‘Ko-chan…. I hate that name…’ She thought to herself, huffing out a soft, “Kyuu…”
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Re: Nottori High School ( )
by Kouketsu on Sun Feb 17, 2008 9:30 pm
Rushing down a series of lengthy roundabout hallways and stairs, Book smashed through the stage entrance to the auditorium with a sudden crash! The boy was noticeably nervous already, and any chance he had of sneaking in late to the assembly preparations undiscovered effectively went out the window as he ran headfirst into the overwhelming chest of an angry world-class Aikido champion with a short-temper and a need to be in charge of virtually everything in that high school. We're talking, dear viewers, about none other than the one and only Ayane Yamamoto, or as she preferred to be called, "Miss Ayane." Book grew up with the girl and remembered that from the moment she could even speak, she was leading and getting involved in everything. A school play? She'd take the role of director. A school dance? She'd be the errand girl, the organizer, and the DJ. Student council? She was the president. And the last of those would be the reason why she and the rest of the new Nottori High School student council were rushing about behind stage today.
"UGH. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK!"
It all happened so fast. One minute he heard his name, the next his face was buried in the rubble of a broken section of wooden stage with dust flying everywhere, Ayane leaning over shaking one hand in a fist at him while the other covered her chest and attempted to hide all signs of embarrassment. A considerably lower voice spoke up from beneath the wreckage as he struggled to pull himself out and shake off that daze.
"Y--yes, Ayane?"
He tumbled out onto his back, sprawled out on the floor backstage as a few of the other council members rushed about to survey the brutal strike Miss Ayane had given our poor hero. But it wasn't until the less-than-cheerful visage of Nottori High School's vice principal - Mr. Kyunagi - appeared above Book's face that his heart finally skipped a beat.
"Ah, the brilliant Mr. Akihito, so generous of you to grace us with your presence. You do have this year's speech prepared and memorized, correct?" That tone was quite possibly the most condescending of any faculty member at Nottori High School, a voice that struck fear into the hearts of students that could practically move mountains. Mr. Kyunagi was one to be feared. Book jumped back to his feet and dusted himself off, attempting to utter something that wouldn't get him killed by those looming faces.
"Well, sir, I regret to inform you that I do not believe in the idea of writing speeches. I will speak from my heart!" He shoved out those two fingers as usual, but neither Kyunagi nor Miss Ayane were going to give the kind of response it typically elicited.
"Book.." That vice principal gave a sigh as his forehead was quickly introduced to his palm, "How many times have we been over this? Just try and listen to us this year..please? And get that ridiculous scarf from around your neck. At least have the decency to abide by dress code. You're expected to be setting an ex--"
Before the man could even finish, Book was already seated at one of the chairs backstage, furiously scribing out an oration that would've made history's greatest public speakers green with envy. His hands worked like madness, words pouring out onto that page faster than the student council members huddled about him could read it. Already the images were being painted in his thoughts - the entire school would be standing and giving him the most roaring round of applause Nottori High School had ever heard! This was going to be a veritable masterpiece! ..Right?
Kyunagi and Ayane just gave each other the same matching exasperated look and consequent sigh. As they walked away from the time-bomb that was Nottori High School's number one student and greatest superhero doing his best to save the day yet again.
"...Remind me again, Ayane, why we didn't just ask Kanaye.."
"UGH. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK!"
It all happened so fast. One minute he heard his name, the next his face was buried in the rubble of a broken section of wooden stage with dust flying everywhere, Ayane leaning over shaking one hand in a fist at him while the other covered her chest and attempted to hide all signs of embarrassment. A considerably lower voice spoke up from beneath the wreckage as he struggled to pull himself out and shake off that daze.
"Y--yes, Ayane?"
He tumbled out onto his back, sprawled out on the floor backstage as a few of the other council members rushed about to survey the brutal strike Miss Ayane had given our poor hero. But it wasn't until the less-than-cheerful visage of Nottori High School's vice principal - Mr. Kyunagi - appeared above Book's face that his heart finally skipped a beat.
"Ah, the brilliant Mr. Akihito, so generous of you to grace us with your presence. You do have this year's speech prepared and memorized, correct?" That tone was quite possibly the most condescending of any faculty member at Nottori High School, a voice that struck fear into the hearts of students that could practically move mountains. Mr. Kyunagi was one to be feared. Book jumped back to his feet and dusted himself off, attempting to utter something that wouldn't get him killed by those looming faces.
"Well, sir, I regret to inform you that I do not believe in the idea of writing speeches. I will speak from my heart!" He shoved out those two fingers as usual, but neither Kyunagi nor Miss Ayane were going to give the kind of response it typically elicited.
"Book.." That vice principal gave a sigh as his forehead was quickly introduced to his palm, "How many times have we been over this? Just try and listen to us this year..please? And get that ridiculous scarf from around your neck. At least have the decency to abide by dress code. You're expected to be setting an ex--"
Before the man could even finish, Book was already seated at one of the chairs backstage, furiously scribing out an oration that would've made history's greatest public speakers green with envy. His hands worked like madness, words pouring out onto that page faster than the student council members huddled about him could read it. Already the images were being painted in his thoughts - the entire school would be standing and giving him the most roaring round of applause Nottori High School had ever heard! This was going to be a veritable masterpiece! ..Right?
Kyunagi and Ayane just gave each other the same matching exasperated look and consequent sigh. As they walked away from the time-bomb that was Nottori High School's number one student and greatest superhero doing his best to save the day yet again.
"...Remind me again, Ayane, why we didn't just ask Kanaye.."
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Re: Nottori High School ( )
by waterychan on Sun Feb 17, 2008 10:37 pm
Pushing through the large doors to the auditorium, Makito glanced around in hopes of spotting a friend. He chose his friends wisely, making sure to only have a few close ones rather than let everyone in. If he did that, he would have far too many friends, considering the amount of offers he received.
"Ah, Maki!" a childish male voice echoed from his left. Smiling for the first time that day, Makito turned.
"Satoshi, how are you?" he asked his friend, a short male with spiked red hair erupting in every direction. Satoshi had been Makito's best friend since they were only eight, and they knew practically everything about each other. Satoshi's bright blue eyes gleamed as he smiled to his quiet companion.
"I'm great; my elbows are a bit dry though." he replied, taking a seat in one of the nearby chairs.
Makito laughed softly, "You always tell me things of little importance as if they matter. Why is that?"
Satoshi shrugged, lifting his leg and tossing it over the chair in front of him, "I don't know, I just say what comes to mind. How are you? Get asked out again?"
How did he know? "Yeah, two girls asked me out on behalf of their friend, Asaki."
"Wait," Satoshi flinched slightly, turning toward his friend, "Asaki Azai? And you said no? She's so beautiful, and shy. I would kill to be asked out by her, even if it's technically her friends doing the asking."
Makito sat down next to Satoshi, smiling sadly at him, &q
"Ah, Maki!" a childish male voice echoed from his left. Smiling for the first time that day, Makito turned.
"Satoshi, how are you?" he asked his friend, a short male with spiked red hair erupting in every direction. Satoshi had been Makito's best friend since they were only eight, and they knew practically everything about each other. Satoshi's bright blue eyes gleamed as he smiled to his quiet companion.
"I'm great; my elbows are a bit dry though." he replied, taking a seat in one of the nearby chairs.
Makito laughed softly, "You always tell me things of little importance as if they matter. Why is that?"
Satoshi shrugged, lifting his leg and tossing it over the chair in front of him, "I don't know, I just say what comes to mind. How are you? Get asked out again?"
How did he know? "Yeah, two girls asked me out on behalf of their friend, Asaki."
"Wait," Satoshi flinched slightly, turning toward his friend, "Asaki Azai? And you said no? She's so beautiful, and shy. I would kill to be asked out by her, even if it's technically her friends doing the asking."
Makito sat down next to Satoshi, smiling sadly at him, &q