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Saburo Inoue

"You talkin' to me?" (Stats Updated)

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a character in “No-Go AA+”, as played by roomrider

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- Full Name -
Saburo Inoue

- Nickname(s) -
TBA by others?

- Theme Songs -
Young and Wild and Free | Wiz Khalifa & Snoop Dogg and Bruno Mars
Come Out and Play | The Offspring
Drop It Like It's Hot | Snoop Dogg ft. Pharrell Williams

- Face Claim -
Yata Misaki

- Gender -
Male

- Sexual Orientation -
Heterosexual

Grade: Junior

- Nationality -
Japanese

- Appearance -
Hair Color: Chestnut
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 5'8
Style: Baseball/Skate/Casual






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Personality: TBA
(you can fill out later as RP progresses):

Background:
Saburo was born to his mother and father as their third child. As an infant, his mother had either passed or left for whatever reason. His father would refuse to talk of the matter when Saburo asked.




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Strengths:

- Skating -
As a child, he wanted to become a professional. He loved to watch Skateboarding competitions on TV, but less so recently. Lately, it has become more of a secondary thing.

- Baseball -
His current choice of a future profession. Saburo plays on the schools baseball team and plays Center Fielder. He is one of the best batters on the team, and is well rounded for defense as well. He is often seen with his teammates while either at one of his wild parties, playing ball, or just hanging out.

- Fights -
When it goes down, Saburo knows how to take care of himself. He has had plenty of experience in fights beforehand and puts to use any knowledge he has learned prior.

Weaknesses:

- Academics -
He's not necessarily dull, but his grades could use some helping. Saburo had never really cared much for his grades and instead focuses on sports and having fun with his friends.

- Temper -
Though Saburo may be a fun guy to hang around, the minute someone sparks his temper he becomes violent and sadistic. He often regrets the way he acts afterwards.

- Carelessness -
Many times, Saburo doesn't think about the consequences of his actions. Even though he has never been caught for anything yet, someday his luck may run out.




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Stats: (2)
Intellect:1
Physical/Sporting Ability: 14
Charm: 2
Popularity: 8
Notoriety: 9

Most Important Stat: Physical/Sporting Ability
Most Appealing Stat: Popularity



Whom you live with / Family:
Father: Business Exec
Mother: (unkown)
Eldest Sister: Some sort of business stuff
Older Brother: College Student






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- Relationships -


Juniors:


Akira Blake
Acquaintances
"I guess you could say we know each other..."

Rhys Browning
Unacquainted

Johnny Farelli
Acquaintances
"He ought to stay out of things that don't concern him."

Yuuki Fujioka
Enemies
"Arrogant ass scholarship kid...thinks she's better than everyone else..."

Tsukiko Kitogawa
Acquaintances
"Damn, she is hot! And yeah, I met her before..."

Mai Kon
Acquaintances
"She's really short. Like REALLY short."

Skylar Miller
Unacquainted

Bishop Trander
Unacquainted

Kei Watari
Unacquainted

Seniors:


Cassiopeia Argyris
Unacquainted

Gen Fukui
Acquaintance
"We sorta got off on the wrong foot. She's sorta weird though...She's also my Senior partner for the year."

Ryou Giou
Acquaintance
"He's chill, sorta like a creepy kinda cool though."

Sora Harigae
Enemies
"That son of a bitch better watch his step."

Arietta Hakushiro
Acquaintances
"She's my tutor. She told me not to tell anyone though. Whoops."

Devone Kim
Unacquainted

Tadashi Kiomine
Unacquainted

Shiori Kitogawa
Aquaintances
"Knows plenty of facts from textbooks, probably memorizes 'em for fun or something"

Kazuki Miyamoto
Acquaintence
"He's a cool dude. I'd be down to hang with him."

Aeon Shirokami
Unacquainted

So begins...

Saburo Inoue's Story

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Johnny’s words unfortunately fell onto deaf ears. The boy in the toque was already blasting his excellent tunes to the exclusion of all other sources of sound. The foreigner didn’t blame him at all. As a matter of fact, Johnny was already set with his music as well. β€œNext time,” he promised.

After he left the campus grounds proper, Johnny glanced at the station platform to find that the train back home had not even arrived yet. That might change on a day where he would not be leaving so early, however. The foreigner took this as a challenge that he found distinctly nostalgic. He checked both ways down the empty street, and broke into a sprint towards home.

The foreigner’s slightly loose-fitting uniform did not tear one bit as he ran. His lungs heaved at a steady pace as his feet lightly tamped the ground and continued to propel him forward. He zipped past pedestrians and cyclists alike. Many a citizen called out to him with words he either didn’t understand, or didn’t need to understand. Much of the language was delivered out of shock, implying the words were Japanese equivalents of interjections… or something… He committed the words to memory to look them up later, but he got the feeling he wouldn’t want to say many of these words out loud, especially not to his father.

The cool wind flowed through Johnny’s thick brown hair. He continued running for several blocks, until his lungs finally began to remotely burn. By then, the train had finally passed by the station next to the campus grounds, and was rapidly approaching.

Johnny finally slowed down by the nearest station, and caught his breath as he waited for the train to catch up. Johnny only managed to clear several blocks… He knew he’d have to do better.

He made it his goal to be fast enough to reach the next train station before the train caught up. Obviously after that, he’d set the bar higher and higher. Back in America, he did the same practice with the city buses. Buses were clearly slower than trains, however, so Johnny could make it from school to home before the next bus even arrived. The upgrade to a train, as well as the increased distance, was nothing more than a further raising of the bar to the foreigner. Johnny took that as a good sign; another man would interpret the β€œupgrade” as an attempt by the universe to try to force the foreigner to accept his own limits. Johnny could never interpret it that way; It wouldn’t be what was wanted.

Home was where the heart is. However, at the current moment, Johnny’s heart knew nothing but the joy of the smell of lunch. On the other side from Johnny’s position was a street-side restaurant serving assorted rice-based recipes. The foreigner opted to skip the train this time. Instead, he carefully crossed the next street in a few bounds, and approached the restaurant. The business exchange was handled surprisingly well. Johnny knew almost every required word since he and his family had gone to such places before. The common language used was already familiar to him. He ordered a ball of rice laced with vegetables, as was his preferred treat for lunch. He already had his protein intake from this morning.

β€œYou visiting Tokyo?” The cook asked. The accent was absurdly obvious, but the grasp on English was pretty sound. It seemed this gentleman was quite familiar with tourists.

β€œLiving,” Johnny replied, also in English.

β€œYour Japanese is sloppy,” the man jabbed with a grin.

β€œHa! Don’t I know it,” Johnny laughed.

β€œNot as bad as others, though. How long you learning?”

β€œAbout a month now.”

β€œAh! No wonder, but you’re doing okay, sir.”

Sir…? Johnny was only seventeen. He wasn’t old enough to be responding to β€œSir”, yet. The more mature acknowledgement was not unwelcome, though. He was indeed incredibly tall, especially for his age. The foreigner opted not to correct the cook.

The cook, however, only just recognized the school uniform, β€œOh! You’re still a student?” The cook said a word Johnny recognized from one of the pedestrians he passed prior. β€œYou’re really tall for a kid. Shouldn’t you be in school right now?”

This got another chuckle from Johnny. Before he could reply, however, a handful of tourists wearing huge camping backpacks approached the street-side restaurant. The cook had just finished the rice ball by then and moved to serve the next customers.

β€œArigato!” Johnny called.

β€œStill sloppy!” The cook returned with his own laugh- a much higher-pitched laugh compared to Johnny’s.

With a quick scan of the area, he spotted a park being overlooked by the rails of the train. The park was green, very green. Vibrant greens from the ground to the shrubs to the forests that bordered the park. Cutting through the grass was a modern-looking cobblestone path. The stone twisted and turned like a modern art project around a pair of ponds, several trees, before expanding into a large walking area built for events. In the centre of the event area was a tall, extravagant fountain. The blue of the pure water shone with the reflecting sunlight. Johnny could not read many symbols yet, so he wouldn’t yet know what was depicted on the plaque set at the base of the fountain.

The foreigner strolled into the larger walking area of the park and sat down on one of the benches that bordered the area. He kept a distance from the fountain, because even an American would know better than to drink the water… well, most of them anyway…

The foreigner produced his phone from his pocket. It was a smart phone, capable of the more complicated things like Facebook, but it was a relatively cheap variant. The only impressive aspect about the phone was it’s large hard drive size, which was packed to the limit with music, and the bare necessities of a student. Using his phone, Johnny checked his Facebook. Thanks to his adding Airdalen Academy to his list of schools, a fair number of familiar faces entered his suggested friends tab. Johnny went ahead and added most everyone he came across to his friends list. At least, he added all the familiar students who had Facebook profiles that were available to some kid with a phone, sitting in a park. Hopefully this contact option would suffice until he got actual numbers.

Once he had finished adding the faces he found familiar, Johnny popped his earbuds back in and continued the playlist. This time, he went for something more modern than the old Blues, yet still old. In this case, it was classic rock. Johnny hummed the instrumental part to himself as he ate the rice ball. In between bites, he outright sang the lyrics. With seemingly no one around, let alone close enough to hear, the foreigner had no reluctance about using his well-trained voice.

Once he finished his lunch, it was about time he headed home. Johnny did so via the next train that arrived at the nearby station. He went part-way through his playlist before arriving at the station two blocks away from his family’s apartment. The foreigner dashed the rest of the way and unlocked his apartment door.

The lights were all out, and so were his parents. With the whole apartment to himself, Johnny stepped into his tiny room and pulled out the large bottle-shaped case from a hidden corner of his closet. From the case, he produced his concert ukulele, equipped with fresh nylon strings. Johnny then strummed… and strummed. He practiced for many hours until he caught the tell-tale sound of the front door unlocking, and Johnny slipped the instrument back into it’s hiding place. He’d have to explain that the day was a short orientation before proper classes the next day. He’d also need to get a locker to stash his ukulele inside. With clubs and such, Johnny knew he would be spending a lot of time at school.

Tomorrow was going to be an awesome day, he felt as he packed his bag. That night, he planned out how he was going to smuggle the ukulele out of the apartment the following morning.

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+1 Physical.

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The onset of the alarm clock was met by the rummaging of an adolescent in the covers of the bed beside the noise maker. A blind hand hit the snooze button and the movement stopped. Moments later, the clock blared once more, this time accompanied by the removal of covers from the agitated boy. "I'm guessing that you were late yesterday?" The familiar voice caused the Freshman to jolt up from the half asleep state in which he dwelled. The scowl upon his brow gradually softened, eventually being replaced by a a glowing smile.

"Why are you here?" Saburo spoke in a joking manner.
"Happy to see you too." The brothers shared a laugh. "The building had some sort of issues with the supports, so schools out for a couple days while they repair it. Where's dad by the way?" Saburo rubbed his eyes, sliding his legs off of the bed.
"He said something about going to a different city for some business stuff. He'll be back today." Katsurou, the older brother sighed faintly. The younger sibling never had much of an issue with his father's absence, but Katsurou resented it somewhat. The gloomy moment passed just as quickly as it had set in, a hearty smile replacing the dying one on the older sibling's lips. "Tell you what, you get ready and I'll meet you downstairs. What Shizuka is cooking up smells great!" With the words gone from his lips, Katsurou left the room, the thump of his feet descending the stairs audible.

Rubbing his eyes and walking towards the restroom, Saburo first grabbed the toothbrush next to the sink. Squeezing some toothpaste onto the brush, the Freshman then got into the shower. The turn of a hand was rewarded by a cool stream of water that jolted Saburo awake. Thus was the normal morning routine of the boy, since cold showers made him want to finish faster and woke him up. After being washed and dried, Saburo threw on a comfortable tee and some basketball shorts. The smell from the kitchen was reaching well into his room at this point, and the younger sibling recognized the smell of an American breakfast. A personal favorite. Speeding down the stairs, he was met by a plate full of bacon, sausage, eggs, hash browns, and pancakes. Katsurou was already well into his first plate by the time Saburo had the chance to sit down.

"Man, I wish I could eat like this every morning at the college." The college student shoveled another mouthful of hash browns into his mouth.
"If you like it so much you can always thank the person who made it." Saburo never really liked it when his brother gave the "I wish I could" statement.
"Don't worry about it, I did. Shizuka looked like she was in a hurry to get somewhere though, did she tell you about it?" Humorously, Katsurou managed to remember their housekeeper's name while living in a dorm, while Saburo still had trouble remembering.
"Uh...yeah. I think so..." The younger sibling mumbled through a full mouth. "Hey," Saburo swallowed before continuing. "You wanna shoot some hoops before I get to school?"
"Have I ever said no?"

The two finished their plates before changing clothes and going outside where two hoops stood. Saburo had snatched a ball on the way out and began to dribble it against the ground. "So, you wanna go to five?"
"Sounds good." The Freshman checked the ball to his sibling. "Wait, no warm up?" The younger of the two snorted.
"C'mon, dad's the only one I know who has to 'warm up.' Let's go!" Shrugging, Katsurou passed the ball back to his brother, shifting into a defending stance. Without hesitation, Saburo shot the ball, sinking it into the hoop.
"You've been playing without me?"
"You've been letting yourself get rusty?" Saburo retrieved the ball, passing it to his brother. "I guess it's time for you to get back on track, c'mon it's loser's ball."

After the game of one on one, the duo went back inside to grab Gatorades and protein bars. Saburo had ended up winning by a few points. The two usually matched up pretty evenly, but Saburo had been practicing and Katsurou hadn't. "Aw shit" The younger sibling was looking at his phone screen.
"What?"
"I'm gonna be late for school, I lost track of time."
"Relax, I'll drive you. Just let me put on some cologne and we'll get going." Saburo thanked his brother before spraying on some cologne himself.

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Katsurou Inoue, being the son of a rather wealthy man, did get benefits just as Saburo did. One of them was a striking Lexus RC he was able to call his own. The two entered before the older of the siblings revved the engine, easing out of the driveway. In no time, Saburo was at the school gates bidding a farewell. With a powerful rev of the engine, Katsurou took his leave.

Heading into the building, Saburo realized that even with his brother's help, a late arrival wasn't easily deterred. The school was abuzz with students mingling here and there. Club booths and stations lined the area, going for a ways. One booth in particular caught the boys attention, the bold words "Basketball" were too hard to miss. Making his way towards the booth, Saburo saw that a great deal of the people there seemed to have already left. Getting the attention of one remaining student, Saburo asked where everyone went. "Huh? Oh yeah, everyone's getting ready in the locker rooms to meet the Captain in the court. You missed them by a few minutes."
"Thanks" Saburo muttered, already on his way to the locker room. He didn't bother checking out any of the other booths, there wasn't anything else all that interesting anyways.

The Freshman could feel the buzz going through his system. Not shakiness, but more like an extra amount of energy coursing through his veins. Hopefully, he'd be put on the starting lineup as a shooting guard. The underclassman had an excellent 3 point percentage complimented with exceptional handling skills. Although a freshman, Saburo considered himself an exceptional basketball player and didn't expect anyone to be too much better. In the locker room, he changed quickly. Beforehand, Saburo had been able to receive a basketball jersey to the school he was tranfering to. This was due to his earlier involvement and interest in joining the basketball team again. Slipping on his jersey, the number 13 showed boldly on the clothe. Saburo tied up a new pair of HyperChases before readying himself to get on court. This was it.




Saburo: +1 Athleticism

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Johnny Farelli Character Portrait: Rhys Browning Character Portrait: Kazuki Miyamoto Character Portrait: Saburo Inoue Character Portrait: Katsumi Kurosawa
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The crowds were deafening due to the size, and it resulted in a few confused looks from Katsumi. Johnny's words faded in and out, making it hard for her to understand, but it didn't seem to matter much. Besides, the two made it to a clearing that allowed some conversation or more specifically decision making. Stuffing her hands into her varsity style jacket, she tilted her head curiously, "hm?"

β€œOnly one way to decide on this,” First puzzled, she immediately knew what he was going to do with the sight of that type of currency- it brought mixed memories, but she looked at the coin with nostalgia more or less. "How cliche." she joked, while the coin flipped into the air, determining Johnny's next cource of action.

β€œGuess I’m flaking,” She laughed along with him, giving him a reassuring pat on the back before slowly walking past, "Hey do what you got to do man." A grin pulled at her lips, but unlike previous ones, it was soft and light hearted. But it only lasted a rare moment before the crowd nearby picked up in volume, she peered over curiously. 'Archery..? maybe.' She couldn't imagine a mafia child like her take on the art of archery... But she wasn't one to give in to those kind of things. Keeping the club in mind, she slowly turned her attention back to Johnny who was shooting her a question.

β€œYo Kat,” She hummed in curiosity, β€œI’m heading to Band. Wanna come with?”

"Sure." Katsumi answered smoothly, almost unaware of the new nickname she gained- it made her grin grow. 'Wouldn't the gang be proud.' she thought, thinking of the girls from her home town. Then she thought of her father- she inwardly cringed.. 'Guess I won't be bringing this up anytime soon.'

Stepping forward, she glanced back at the many people, only for her eyes to linger on a few individuals... Two people who she decided to keep her eyes on: the purple hair (Kazuki) male who ran furiously, and the red haired (Saburo) both looked and acted very similar.. to well... the people she usually sees on a daily basis. Now whether she sees them as potential friends or foes is undetermined, but she is definitely watching out- she didnt want to get even more infamous than she already was. At that very moment she felt the usual hesitant glances, but they seemed to increase due to their presence.

'We'll see.. shouldnt be a hypocrite about it'

Finally her eyes focused on the last one- long haired brunette...(Rhys) She blinked, he looked familiar..? 'From where though..' Squinting her eyes, she tried to find more distinguishable features, only to remember what she was previously going, "go se.. (shit)" Murmuring a certain curse word in her native tongue, a habit of hers, she easily ran and dodged the crowd, finding her way to Johnny who was way ahead of her. "Sorry, got distracted."

Looking up at him, she caught the audible hum, and saw the intent focus in his eyes which made her wonder if something was wrong... With less then a second thought, she laid her palms against his back, and began to run, pushing the huge lump of a man out of the crowd. It was pretty comical really, since Katsumi was significantly smaller, but seemed to easily guide and plow him through. It was totally unexpected too, that it caught most people off guard. She would have laughed.

Getting out of the crowd faster than they would have at their previous pace, she pulled away, before walking past him, saying in a casual tone.

"You went too slow."

Without turning back, she made her way to the booth, causing a few nervous glances, but she picked up one of the many pens, and waved it in the air. "Cmon Johnny, no flaking on this one." She teased.


Stats
- Popularity: +2 (for previous post as well- forgot to update for that one) Johnny
- Athleticism: +1

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As he stepped into the court, a frenzy of scream filled the court. He could not help but sigh at this. But the reactions was justified somehow? There was no denying that now in his jersey, his physique could be seen more, how fit and well-proportion his limbs to his over-all figure. He has such a built described as perfect for a model, sexy, strong, and so on, but he could not care about it.

He raised his eyes towards the screaming girls and glared at them, indicating he wanted silence and that was done. Ryou shook his head and went to the center where the other members were already waiting for him. Still, he couldn't believe why he became the Captain. He wasn't even expressing any interest in it, but he was pushed into this, and he was here already. "Ohayou, everyone." The members greeted back with excited energy.

"All right, this is an exhibition game. It would only span two quarters, the usual 10 minutes. We still need to tend to new recruits afterwards, but the coach stated that we need to show them what we expect from them, don't go soft." Ryou grabbed a ball. "This is a practice game, but don't slack off, we are conquerors, never forget. We don't go easy on anyone." He then motioned towards one member who was charged as the emcee.

Taking that cue, the emcee announced that the Basketball Conquerors would do an exhibition game to present what the new recruits if they manage to enter the team, should expect. Ryou looked back at his teammates. "Time to form teams. Hideki-san, Sano-san, Barter-san, Arisato-san, with me." His team composed of 2 seniors and 2 freshmen and 1 junior. "Inoue-san, Kito-san, Ford-san, Gray-san, and Masamura-san. Take team 2."

The other team comprised of the same composition and from his point of view. It was fair choice and would make the exhibition game interesting since the chosen members have similar skill sets, but now placed against each other. "Don't slow down." That's all Ryou said before the emcee called for him, to offer a speech which he was not a fond of. "Before we start the exhibition game, let me introduce to you our amazing team captain, Giou, Ryou-san!" There was an explosion of screams and claps as he stepped forward and was handed the mic. The crowd managed to settle down as he spoke. "I have said this before. I value seriousness, skills, and drive. Basketball is indeed a game that offers competition, teamwork, and fun. As long as you are dedicated to this sport, I will be there to support you as well as the entire team. Now, let us show you what the Conquerors are made of. Don't blink."

He returned the mic and the crowd erupted into applause again and the two teams readied themselves. A student referee stepped forward with a ball in hand. Ryou positioned himself at front, he is the Center for his team and with the blow of the whistle, the game has finally began as he jumped with a grace and a strength like that of a jungle cat to control the ball and that he did. The clock starts and the court was yet again filled with thunderous applause. He quickly passed the ball to Hideki who was the point guard as they ran to the enemy's court, and the game starts into a competition.

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The sound of clapping hands and screams drowned out everything else as he stepped onto the court. There were actually people here to watch them play...cool. Walking towards the center of the court, Saburo spotted the all too noticeable Captain of the Basketball team. "Ohayou, everyone."
"Hey" The guy seemed alright enough, Saburo hoped he could get along okay with Ryou as to secure a good position on the team.
"All right, this is an exhibition game. It would only span two quarters, the usual 10 minutes. We still need to tend to new recruits afterwards, but the coach stated that we need to show them what we expect from them, don't go soft." Ryou grabbed a ball. "This is a practice game, but don't slack off, we are conquerors, never forget. We don't go easy on anyone." Saburo nodded, but he was pretty excited on the inside for his first opportunity to show everyone what he had.

"Time to form teams. Hideki-san, Sano-san, Barter-san, Arisato-san, with me. Inoue-san, Kito-san, Ford-san, Gray-san, and Masamura-san. Take team 2." Okay, he was on the opposite team of the supposed best player on the team, but that was alright. He'd just have to give a little more effort to make up for it, that was all. "Don't slow down." As the the MC and the Captain spoke on the mic, Saburo's team took the opportunity to quickly determine some positions. Thankfully, Saburo was chosen to be the shooting guard as hoped for. He had been forced to play point guard once, and it was a terrible experience for the Freshman. For the record, he wasn't half bad playing that position though. As Ryou made his way back to the other side of the court to his team, both teams murmured for a moment longer before the tip off ensued.

With surprising athleticism and speed for a center, the Captain tipped the ball in favor of his own team. Running the defense into momentary confusion, Ryou started strong with a dunk, driving the viewers wild. As control shifted to his own team, an excellent pass gave him the opportunity to sink a 3. As the game rolled along, Saburo's team's defense became gradually better. Keeping Ryou at bay to a point. Nevertheless, the team Captain lived up to his tittle, driving the crowd absolutely nuts with dunks and blocks. Saburo on the other hand, held his own with a large number of threes and a number of steals. At one point, the Freshman caught the fast break after a steal. But instead of going for a lay-in, he made his way to the right corner. That bucket drew quite a bit of attention from the cockiness and attitude it displayed (shooting a three after a fast break is a no no in basketball, you always go for the dunk or lay in, or else the coach will get on your head).

Soon it was the second quarter, and the score was 25 to 27. Saburo's team was straggling, but just barely. They were the ones in control of the ball. With seconds left on the clock, Saburo decided to go for the lay-in, but his defender wasn't letting up. Desperate, the Freshman brought the ball back and took a fader. The ball bounced off the rim...and right into Ryou's hands. Tearing through the hasty defense, the Captain landed a 180 dunk, making the backboard quiver. So that was it. He had lost. Heading back to the locker room to change, Saburo couldn't help but feel a bit down even though he had played pretty well. As a result, the underclassmen actually ended up getting to his next class rather EARLY. Changing quickly, Saburo was out of the locker room in record time.

Without much thought, the boy ended up following an invisible path to the bleachers. Plopping himself down on a seat in the bleachers, a petite nerdy girl solving what looked like math problems caught his attention. "Great, another scholarship kid..." The girl's shoes gave it away all too easy. "Hey! You know this is gym class right? Or are you trying to figure out how many hours it's gonna take for you to run the mile?"


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Character Portrait: Shiori Kitogawa Character Portrait: Rhys Browning Character Portrait: Yuuki Fujioka Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine Character Portrait: Cassiopeia Argyris Character Portrait: Saburo Inoue
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β€œHeh, you’re crazy… you know that?”

"Eh? How do you figure?" Shiori inquired, unsure of what he meant. She tried to not jump to conclusions, but her mind was running rampant with ideas. It could have been taken as a compliment or an insult, but as soon as the word 'crazy' left his mouth she could only think of her mother and that was very, very bad. She didn't want to be that kind of crazy, and besides, Shiori felt that she was a fairly rational human being, except when it came to affection and intimacy. Academically she was successful and she was quite mature, so what deemed her as crazy? All she could do was blink. He's so confusing.. It was the only thought left in her head. How could she possibly come up with any other conclusion than that? She didn't withdraw her outstretched hand as he reach for the tools, mildly distracted from the reality of what was going on, that is, until Rhys spoke again.

β€œBut I could get used to it.”

Shiori's attention returned to the situation at hand and was ultimately embarrassed by Rhys' level of confidence, but also her own behavior. She could feel heat rushing towards her cheeks, so she quickly turned to face the broken sign, hammering away in means to fix it, "W-we have work to do!" She nervously stammered, her heart beating a bit faster now. Although he reminded her of Kazuhiko, Rhys was equally different. Kazuhiko was unable to make her heart beat this way, but he always seemed to take her behavior with stride, better than everyone else. She was beginning to feel that perhaps she could expand her social circle, perhaps there were more 'Kazuhiko' to be found. She remained quiet until her side of the sign was repaired, seeing as it took nearly that long for her blush to die down.

The school bell rang simultaneously with the two of them finishing the booth and she had to admit that ticked her off a little more than it should have, but there was really nothing that could have been done, besides, she really didn't care about the booth, she was mostly trying to take the heat off of Rhys, which seemed to be a success thanks to Gen's help in telling people to scatter. Gen is so amazing.. I wish people would respect me that way... people just listen because of my threats and hateful glares...

"What the actual blimey fuck? Fucking fuckity fuck that..."

She wasn't really sure what he was saying, seeing as most of his sentence had been filled with various versions of the same profanity, ...Does that even qualify as a sentence? Shiori pondered, though she doubted that it would. However, she now knew several different contexts in how to use the cuss word if she ever needed to utilize it, although she had never been one to typically partake in using such words. However the posture that Rhys took made her tilt her head, for some reason the fact that he had his hand on his hip was quite amusing to Shiori and she snickered a bit after she returned from delivering the chair to it's rightful place.

"Kitogawa-san, you can go ahead."

She was a bit hesitant, but she still had to change clothes so there was little room for her to argue, "Arigato." She responded in a simple tone, not really thinking into it the same way that he did. She didn't mind being a little late, but skipping class was out of the question. However, there was one person who would annihilate her for receiving a tardy slip, and she did not particularly wish to anger that demon if it could be avoided. She couldn't afford to be late simply because her horrible mother would be furious if she found out and seek revenge towards her eldest for inconveniencing her, "I suppose I'll see you in Physical Education class." She replied awkwardly, before bowing politely. Once the formality of a momentary farewell was over, Shiori ran off towards the gymnasium, as fast as the nonathletic girl could at the very least.

Shiori stood outside of the gym out of breath, and let herself regain composure for a moment. She remained out of sight to those inside and refused to enter the building in a state that could be defined as anything less than perfect. Once her breathing slowed, Shiori straightened out her hair and proceeded inside, making eye contact with no one as she strolled towards the girl's locker room. She entered without a word and began changing by the nearest available locker. She didn't try to hide her pale and skinny but also pristine figure as she changed, seeing as no boys were allowed in the women's changing room. She slipped on her gym attire and closed her locker, returning to where the others were waiting. She noticed that the current occupants were in pairs, so she sat off towards the top of the bleachers to herself, listening to music through headphones on her iPhone. I can't seem to melt this ice between me and other people.. Why can I approach others like a normal person..? I wouldn't even know what to talk about... Why do I have to be like this..?

When she looked up, she noticed a familiar face sitting down below talking to Cassiopeia. Her eyes widened a bit, but she squinted a little just to be sure that she wasn't imagining things. Nope, it was really him. He looked far different, but she remembered his face. She hadn't seen him in quite some time, but she wasn't one to forget faces and names that easily. His name was Kiomine, Tadashi and he had been her classmate some time ago. He was an outcast, similar to herself, yet she highly doubted it was of his own design, unlike her own. Judging by his appearance, he was not going to be deemed a 'loser' anymore, but who was she to say? She was still a loser, so she wasn't entirely sure what the popular kids deemed acceptable. Their tastes changed faster than a contraception pack.




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Akira couldn't help but examine the unfamiliar girl who approached as she inquired about her phone, completely taken aback by her appearance. Their hair color was definitely similar, but upon further inspection it was not ivory, but instead a very pale blue. It was quite unique, much like her own. This girl's hair left Akira with a sense of reassurance, seeing as she had been previously nervous about the staff. She wondered if the staff would expect her to dye her unusual hair color, even if she could prove that it was one hundred percent natural. Akira wasn't even sure why her hair was so pale, especially since both of her parents had natural hair color.

"Darling, we'll find it."

Akira had to admit that she was taken aback, but was even more surprised when she felt a warm sensation against her trembling fist. Her eyes shifted between the booth worker, then to the light haired girl (Gen), admiring the girl for her observational skills. No one at the booth had realized how upset she was, yet this girl picked up on it with hawk-like precision. Akira nodded her head, feeling slightly reassured, but she knew that she wouldn't feel entirely at ease until she was reunited with the cellphone. She did not want to explain to Adrian why she didn't have the phone. She always thought she was more responsible than this, the entire incident crushing her pride immensely.

"Please don't worry, come and sit. A cake and some tea on the house? I am parched myself."

Although she had just finished a juice, she had to admit that the worry had left her quite famished. So despite her doubts, Akira hesitantly obliged, and slowly took a seat with Gen. Akira didn't even realize that the others had rushed off in order to look for her phone, but was surprised when she was being offered free cake and tea. She had never been able to eat a lot of sweets, especially due to her allergy, but she wouldn't refuse free food, especially since it was likely to be a rather grandiose selection. This school was full of rich students, and this girl breathed elegance. Now that she thought about it, she began to wonder if Mai was a scholarship student or simply wealthy. Her opinion would be affected by it, because Akira was not very fond of people who flaunted their richness. She found that most rich kids, especially in Britain, were snobbish and rude. She couldn't shake off her impression, especially since her poor excuse of a guardian was attempting to brainwash her into forgetting about 'love', and instead marrying into such wealth for the financial benefit of it, and her biological father (Her grandmother's son) left her mother for fame and fortune, thus abandoning unborn Akira and his stepson Adrian. Akira was fine with a simple life, her mother's third husband teaching her and Adrian that money was not the most important thing in the world, and even accepted the two kids as his own, unlike her biological father who ostracized Adrian. She couldn't help but hate money.

She couldn't tell if this girl was truly rich or not, but she certainly wasn't poor. Akira tried to ignore her inner thoughts which were causing her to stare off into space, shaking her head to snap out of the distraction, "G-Gomen!" Akira responded with a light blush, rubbing the back of her neck. This girl, despite coming across as generously financially stable, had not behaved like a snobby rich kid, yet she was treating her as such, and she did not deserve it. Akira felt like a horrible person, and smiled at her warmly in attempt to start over, "The phone was a gift. I'm just worried about it." Akira responded with a sheepish smile. She noticed as a maid filled their cups, and looked up at the girl across the table with a curious expression. She wondered if the girl (Gen) would handle her silence as well as she had handled her building anger, or if she'd finally had enough of Akira's crap for one day. Akira hoped that if anything, the other girl neglected to notice that her seatmate had dazed off into her own thoughts, because she did not wish to make a poor impression, and despite her hatred for money, she did not hate this girl (Gen). In fact, she found this girl to be quite compelling. She reminds me of a porcelain doll.. She's so pale and pretty...

"Thank you darling~ order what you would like."

She was quite surprised when the light haired female thanked the maid, tilting her head a bit. Perhaps I was wrong? She might not be entitled.. Akira thought to herself in bewilderment. She simply assumed based on the girl's poise and beauty, but was beginning to feel that those were not genuine factors that inherently defined the upper class. Akira accepted the menu, glancing down at the table afterwards, "Arigato... I'm really sorry for how I've behaved." Akira responded as she began to look over the menu, thankful that the ingredients were listed. She chose a simple cheesecake with strawberry glaze, seeing as she wasn't sure if she'd like anything else on the menu, she didn't want to insult the girl or the servers after all!

"Oh, pardon me~ Forgot to introduce myself."

Akira mimicked her table partner's table manners, but she was slightly accustomed to it as she worked part time in two maid cafes. Surprised by the quality of the tea, she took a second silent sip to further appreciate it. In the girl's defense, Akira hadn't provided her name either, so she wasn't all that offended by the lack of introduction, but it wouls help to know the girl's name, especially since it seemed that they would be in the same club, as awkward as that might be. Akira placed the teacup down gently on it's saucer before responding, "I forgot too, so it's okay." Akira replied in attempt to reassure the girl, wondering how big of a burden she was currently being on this club.

"I'm Gen Fukui but Gen will mostly certainly do on its own... and you are?"

"It's nice to meet you.. I'm Akira Blake." She wasn't certain if Gen was her senior or not, but she assumed that she was. Everyone here seemed to respect and listen to her, so she doubted that they were the same age. Despite wishing to dig in when the cheesecake arrived, Akira withheld her temptation, instead she delicately retrieved her phone from the table, holding it in her hands for a moment before smiling brightly to Gen and the butler, "Arigato! I can never thank you enough." She replied, feeling as though she'd cry in relief, but she held it back. Boys weren't allowed to cry after all, something she wasn't quite accustomed to just yet. Akira slowly ate her cake, which didn't take long seeing as most cafe portions were not huge, especially since this was not America, and no one felt the need to supersize things.

Akira stood once she was done, seeing as the bell had indeed rang, "I look forward to attending this club with you, Gen-Senpai, but I have to go now." She pushed in her chair, and with that, she ran off to attend her first class at this overly prestigous academy. She struggled to find the gymnasium, but once she did Akira did not hesitate to enter the building. She was faced with a very sudden predicament however, seeing as she would be forced to enter the boy's locker room instead of the girls. Akira looked around, noticing that none of the boys were present. She always wore a sleeveless shirt underneath her uniform to hide her bandages that bound her chest, so Akira removed her uniform blazer and button down shirt.

Left only in a white sleeveless undershirt, Akira slipped on her gym shirt. She placed her Airdalen formal blazer, tie, and button down into her locker before removing her belt, glad that she always wore two sets of underwear as well. A women's pair and a pair of boxers, so the boxers were more like shorts, at least her her mind. Akira slipped off her school trousers and quickly put on her gym pants. She let out a sigh once she was in the clear, closing her locker once all of her excess belongings were inside. She exited just as a few boys walked inside, sighing in relief as she avoided potential crisis. She noticed Cassiopeia on the bench, but she appeared to be talking to someone, so slowly approached the bleachers. Shiori was listening to music up top, so she decided to leave her alone as well, instead admiring the gymnasium in the process. She took a seat next to a nerdy looking girl and a boy that appeared to be her own age, but did not butt into their conversation. After her first experience in the boy's locker room, she felt to petrified to speak. She suddenly realized that sooner or later she wouldn't be so lucky. I don't know if I can do this! I never thought we'd have to change in public! What if I see them half naked!? Her cheeks immediately reddened at the thought, and she shook her head to remove the thoughts before they manifested any further.





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<Open up my eyes; I need your light again- burning me inside; i need your love again. I can feel our-> "Excuse me, are these seats taken?" "Hmm?" Tadashi opened his eyes the his iris was now mostly purple, the lower quarter of them a deep red re-focusing until he saw a kindly looking girl standing beside him. His mind switched functions from going over the words to a song he was writing; to processing the world around him. "Clio excuse! Clio seats taken! Clio excuse!" His eyes scanned her features, but only as far as to her shoulders and immediately adjusted accordingly. He then looked down at the little bouncing ball that was taking to him in simple Japanese. His mind formulated words as he sat up from his reclined position and pivoted in his seat to give this new person (Cassiopeia) and her companion his full undivided attention. "No, by all means please feel free to sit." He looked through her eyes gauging further as to who this person was he was speaking to. First impression from the surface told him that he was speaking to someone that could easily be dubbed as one of the 'elite' in society. She was rather polite and gentle... Almost frail. There was only so much that he could go by from just an exchange of just 16 simple words. Her Japanese had a unique accent to it which peaked his curiosity. He had never seen this girl before (Cassiopeia) which prompted him to assume that she was an exchange student from somewhere else, very far away. Tadashi made a subtle sweeping gesture to the seats beside him allowing her to see the vacant space- and able to see the numerous scars on the inside and upper side of his left arm. It looked like the inside of his arm had been slashed with a knife well over 50 times, which was entirely accurate. This was an act he would had deliberately tried to hide some time ago, but that was the old Tadashi.

"My name is Kiomine, Tadashi. Would I be correct in assuming that you're a senior here, as well as transfer student?" Tadashi spoke up again, his voice having a practiced and natural flow as if he was narrating the introduction to the girl. He was rather proud of his growing vocal abilities and did practice on the people he interacted with, both in Japanese and English. Tadashi would roll his shoulders back just slightly to show that he was listening keenly to his new visitor (Cassiopeia). He had plenty of practice practicing this with his father and the acquaintances of his father- mostly politicians that loved to talk about himself. Tadashi's eyes showed a unique twinkle in the morning light, he was steady and patient even holding a small calm smile across his lips. Whatever she said, Tadashi would listen as if it was imperative that he caught every detail. One might feel a sense of importance when talking to him, he would look at you as if he understood a person the way they most desired to be understood. He knew, because more than anything he wished for people to understand him in the same aspect. He projected outward what he wished to see in other people, the thought-process was something called 'influence-molding'. One didn't have to be overtly dramatic or intrusive to effect change in a person's behavior. The woman he was speaking to already had influenced him and his behavior. Within 30 seconds of meeting her (Cassiopeia) Tadashi knew to be more kind to her and the people around her. Watch his language and hold a kind nature for her sake. A small part of him wondered what his 'influence-mold' was on her. He wore all his scars and marks on his chest proudly, yet quietly. His eyes shown like a pristine crystal that had been shattered and placed back together several times over. Not many people where in the gym yet, but he knew that the few that were in and not sucked into their own words would watch them. Tadashi didn't from a distance seem the type to 'fit-in' with Cssiopeia's type. But that was the appeal of this girl he felt.

Tadashi would cast a very quick glance to the individuals around him, seeing all were appearing to be underclassmen. However he would be incorrect missing Shiori sitting near the top of the bleachers. <4 other students... Including myself and this one, that makes 6. 4 boys, and 2 girls... There will be more.> He did find it a tab bit strange however how one seemed to be dressed like a gang-banger- an American one at that (Johnny); when everyone else was in their school P.E. uniforms. But he could find that out rather quickly, unfortunately he missed the greeting the taller and built underclassman had greeted him with before he left the locker room. In his mind while he listened to Cassieopeia while processing and putting information together that he gathered around him. He heard a rough segment of Saburo's statement but not enough to act on it, since he mind was thinking about several different things at one time. That was a unique quality of his, but he did want to get better at it.

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The exhibition game came to an end. Ryou's team win and he was glad about that, but more, he was glad that it was a good game. The opposing team did not let up. "Good game." He noted towards the team members, before being called by the coach to start in the assessment of the ones wanting to join the basketball team. This part, he was really not fond of. It was fine if it were the guys, at the very least they were sensible, but it was different with the girls, and they are a co-ed team. There was no way he could get behind it and now being the captain, that gave him more responsibility.

He still relented because it goes against his nature, but it was not enough as the bell soon rang. It was time for classes, that's why the recruits and the ones not yet assessed will be scheduled at a different time. That was all for now and he managed to survive that even with the rather horrid display of the girls wanting to wipe the sweat off his brow or something. He doesn't understand what could possibly be good in wiping his sweat off. Girls are sure weird...

He managed to get changed into his uniform before leaving the gym. There were a few words with the other team members like if he was available later for free-time after school. He refused the offer since he does have a job to get to and also the promise to his kid brother. He was going to be pretty busy after school hours, so no time for extracurricular things, and really the hanging out session was actually a mixer and he definitely did not want no part of it.

His class would be PE that was on building E, so he didn't waste time as he went there.

Ryou went to the men's locker room. There were some boys present who immediately jabbed each other. They were in awe of his presence which he could still not really think what was the use for. They were boys, it was the same body parts, granted he was taller than most, but still the same anatomy. He ignored them and changed into the gym uniform which was a plain white shirt with the Airdalen logo on it and a pair of jogging pants. He paired it with his gym shoes and then went out. There was nothing else to do really at that point. He really wasn't in the mood for small talks so, he looked at the bleachers where he could have some alone time.

He could see that Cassiopeia along with the school idol were at the front row with a unfamiliar looking student. He was definitely not going to take that. He then looked around more noticing that Shiori was on the top bleachers with an earphone in her ears. That meant the girl wanted to be alone, so he won't bother. His eyes moved on and noticed the presence of Akira, the guy that looked like a girl sitting beside another girl, he remembered that one where Johnny talked to yesterday about misunderstanding the words or something. Then, there was Inoue, one of the newest members in the basketball team. That bench was a bit too crowded for her taste as he instead went to one of the empty bleachers on the far side, but on the top row.

He then took his seat there and eased himself, hoping no one would find him there, but that would be impossible. He could hear some students piling to the gym, some looked to be freshmen. That's right the senior shared this class with them. He was not opposed to that, but he could hear from afar his name and even the school idol's. This was going to be rough. He should have brought something with him to cover his face or bury himself in a book. Ah, that's right. He took out his phone and remembered Reisha saying she installed some kind of book app on it. That was worth a shot. He found it and learned the process and he finally got an e-book which was about a collection of science fair projects. This would be a good reading material.

He did say he would help his kid brother, so he brushed up on his common basic science skills and was rather engrossed on it as he drowned himself in it, completely ignoring the noises and the harping voices of girl that managed to locate him, but they seemed to be hesitating as he was rather busy with whatever was he doing on the phone and him? He just didn't care until the teacher comes and tells them that class is about to start. He would read and understand every angle on the various science projects. He did have to make sure that it would at least get a good grade now? He couldn't let Hikaru be disappointed after all.

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Johnny β€œJay” Farelli


The first thing Johnny noticed upon entering the gymnasium from the locker room was that this school seemed to have official gym uniforms on top of the regular ones. Johnny found this unusual for two reasons. The first reason was that his previous schools never had gym uniforms, so most everyone back home dressed the same way he did. More importantly, however, he was supplied a regular school uniform, but the received package oddly did not contain a gym uniform. His attire was as-is because there was, hilariously, no other choice. He was obviously dressed like a gangbanger, but most every boy in his old neighbourhood dressed that way. The foreigner never got into gang activity, despite his attire and confident demeanour. Frankly, he miraculously had no idea what a gangbanger was. Hopefully the teacher wouldn’t mind. After all, the bandana was only there to keep Johnny’s chestnut bangs out of his eyes.

His pants, though baggy, were the kind of pants parkour practitioners wore. Though he had the fitness for it, Johnny never tried parkour. Back in his old city, the neighbourhoods were very flat, with only five-foot chainlink fences as the only common obstacle. The nicer walls and structures that would suit parkour were very few and very far between.

His arms were bare, on account of the tank-top. The lack of sleeves made the intensely lean muscles quite noticeable. The tank-top itself was also quite snug, and form-fit around his chest and abdominals. If not for how goofy the borderline Charlie Chaplin-esque outfit made him look, the foreigner would’ve been quite a looker for the assorted ladies throughout the gym. Granted, if Johnny had tattoos, he would look less gangbanger and more Yakuza. Then again, he was a 17-year-old boy who didn’t even know what either one was.

The second thing Johnny noticed was that both boys and girls were present. Even at home, Johnny’s schools had separate classes for boys and girls’ Phys. Ed. Once he noticed that nearly every face was recognizable from yesterday, Johnny determined that this class was some sort of senior-junior activity. The one boy with the unusual eyes was seated at the bleachers, talking with a frail-looking girl with pink hair. That one dude with the slick silver hair was also there, looking almost like a butler… or bodyguard… or something. Apparently the frail pink-haired girl held some aura of great import.

The pink-haired girl had some kind of… what was it, some sort of teddy bear radio? He didn’t get a decent enough look, but he did catch multiple instances of a word β€œClio”. It didn’t sound familiar to Johnny’s language studies; was it some kind of name? If the foreigner had a better look, he’d probably be one part creeped-out by the thing that moved on it’s own, and three parts in awe at the technical wonder. Despite curiosity, Johnny opted not to butt in on their conversation… At least, not until he learned more of the language to hold a better conversation.

Instead, Johnny paced along the perimeter of the gym. He performed basic arm stretches as he walked. The foreigner kept his ears open as he readied himself for the upcoming class. He tried to listen to conversations to determine what was being said. Technically, it was eavesdropping, but Johnny felt it was more like a fun little language test. After all, he had left his dictionary in his locker- the idiot…

Among the students forming at the bleachers was a slender black-haired girl, (Shiori) a small albino boy, (Akira) his senior Ryou, and the one dude Johnny missed a chance to meet yesterday. (Saburo) The fellow music-lover was talking to the short, violet-haired girl… Yuuki, was it? Wait no! Fujioka-san. Damn, I’ve been slacking off on this language and culture all day, Johnny mentally berated himself. Once he made a lap, his arms felt loose. He bounded up the stairs on the far left of the bleachers. Innocently, he approached the black-haired girl, (Shiori) who sat alone near the top of the bleachers. After that successful friendly friend thing with Katsumi, Johnny’s memory of those two (NPC) girls from yesterday had vanished entirely. He was determined to be a dependable friend to everyone like he was back home. He just needed to introduce himself to everyone.

Given the time he spent stretching and thinking, he was sure not to screw this one up. He greeted and introduced himself in Japanese. β€œPleasure to meet you. My name is Johnny, but you can call me Jay.” His delivery was only slightly sloppy, but it was delivered with professionalism. He had used a fair amount of time last night practicing this new, more efficient greeting. He did miss the party, after all.

In America, and from a distance, the bandana-wearing Italian-American would look incredibly goofy when juxtaposed with a girl who appeared very well like the foreigner’s physical opposite. Though a fitting quote to criticize the scene would be "Clothes make the man," Johnny truly had no nefarious ideas. He just wanted to make friends ASAP. After all, he left everything behind when he moved.

Johnny glanced around at the empty benches throughout the bleachers. β€œAre these seats taken?” he asked in Japanese. It was obviously a dumb question, but it was only the polite thing to do. This time, the delivery was less practiced, but the professionalism still remained.

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"Hey! You know this is gym class right? Or are you trying to figure out how many hours it's gonna take for you to run the mile?"

"Eh?" Yuuki tilted and lifted her head to give the boy a once over. He was taller than her, but not exceptionally tall. Judging by his height she assumed he was a junior like herself, but she did not speak on her deduction. There was always a slim chance that she was wrong, and she did not wish to be called out on it. Her mood was foul enough after the interview with the epitome of girliness. His voice was unfamiliar and once her eyes landed upon the boy she realized that her ears were correct; she did not know this boy (Saburo), and his appearance clearly explained why. He looked a bit wild, perhaps it was the hair, or maybe even his eyes, but he did not seem to be someone she could relate to. Her golden eyes stared upon him for a moment before responding, "I thought that we were in calculus. Are you sure this is physical education?" She inquired in a bland and sarcastic tone, but her eyes did not betray her. She was not looking to amuse herself, instead she was simply attempting to piss him off. If he got mad, he'd quit talking to her, right? Then she could study. There was always a process to her words, she never said anything without thinking it through. Before she could say anything else, a text brought her phone to life in her pocket. The classical song: Four seasons played as a ringtone on her phone and she retrieved her cheap disposable phone. She was not embarrassed by her taste in music and did not rush to turn off the music, in fact she lingered before opening the text message.

To: Fujioka, Yuuki

You have been exclusively invited to the Airdalen Halloween Dance!

Today
at 7 P.M.
HIMEJI CASTLE

You are required to attend with a date from the following guest list.


Yuuki read the text several times, refusing to believe her eyes. This had to be some kind of sick joke, right? No matter how many times she read those words, they stayed the same. She let out a disappointed sigh and stared blankly upon her phone, sighing to herself a second time because once just was not enough to describe how horrible the text's contents were, "Is attendance mandatory?" She thought to herself, albeit she spoke the words aloud, forgetting that the boy was present (Saburo). She never really liked dances, even as a child, but she definitely hated them now. She didn't have time to waste on buying a dress and sporting it around for an entire night. Besides, who would want to go with a girl like her anyhow? She wasn't exactly a catch unless someone was attracted to robots. She wasn't like most girls, in fact, she didn't know anyone like herself...

Then she looked to her math problems, remembering the boy's sarcastic question, "This class isn't worth my skill in mathematics. I don't care so long as I don't have to participate in games." She responded in a matter-of-fact tone, not embarrassed in the slightest as she admitted her inability to play sports.

The boy's chestnut hair seemed to have a mind of it's own, and his hazel eyes had a sparkle of mischief in them. He was definitely not the kind of person she believed she would get along with. Everything about him screamed troublemaker to Yuuki's visionary senses.

"Do you struggle with math? Is that why you compensate with humor?" Yuuki asked the boy (Saburo), with no hint of sarcasm in her voice this time. She was truly curious whether he was struggling with math or just a jokester.

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"Eh? I thought that we were in calculus. Are you sure this is physical education?" Saburo found the edge of sarcasm in her voice rather easily. Mostly because he was all to familiar with his own use of it.
"Well you're the one with off brand gym shoes on your feet so..." He was going to use the sholarship trump card as much as possible. To be honest he didn't like that smart kids could beat the divisions like that. The way he saw it, the rich should be with the rich and others with the others. Just then, Saburo's phone buzzed almost simultaneously with the sholarship girl's (Yuuki) phone.

To: Inoue Saburo

You have been exclusively invited to the Airdalen Halloween Dance!

Today
at 7 P.M.
HIMEJI CASTLE

You are required to attend with a date from the following guest list.


The freshman gave some thought for a moment as to who he'd ask to the dance. He really hadn't had much of a chance to meet many girls other than Arietta and Gen. Gen was out of the question, and Arietta...eh...maybe as a last resort. There was that short little girl he had met in the balloon activity, but she looked like someone out of elementary school. So unless something happened, Arietta it was...or maybe he could make it a blind date?

"Is attendance mandatory?" Saburo scoffed at the question.
"They'd probably make an exception for you. The freshman didn't take the earlier sarcasm from the nerdy looking girl very well, and now he felt obligated to get a few licks in. His peer's attitude is probably what set him off the most. She was a scholarship kid, she was just here because the school paid for her, and she was gonna treat someone like himself like she was better?
"This class isn't worth my skill in mathematics. I don't care so long as I don't have to participate in games." A snort escaped the boy's nose.
"Oh, so now you think you're too good or some shit? I don't now if you're too smart to realize or something, but you've got like no friends. Ever thought a that? So don't act like your some fuckin' queen." God this girl was starting to piss him off.

"Do you struggle with math? Is that why you compensate with humor?" Saburo's eyes narrowed, and his voice came out in a low growl.
"Look, I don't have to be good at math and that shit, 'cuz my dad carries more cash in his pocket then what your house is worth. Okay? And don't say that I'm stupid or whatever, 'cuz I just don't try at school. I don't need to try at school like you to stay in school." Saburo leaned in closer to the girl's face as he said the words. Slowly, a devilish grin replaced the scowl on his face as he leaned away. "I bet you'd even pick up a 1000 yen bill off the ground if someone dropped it, so you could go buy dinner." Saburo was pretty brutal when it came to roasts, and even more so when he got angry. Unfortunately the loss of his first game didn't help at all with the fuse on his anger, and this girl was unlucky enough to light that fuse.

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Sora had learned a lot from his new acquaintance Tsukiko. She made for very pleasant company and did not misunderstand his words. It was refreshing to speak his mind without receiving an undeserved slap to the face. "Is your hair color naturalβ€” I only ask because my own is not." Sora looked at her, taking a closer inspection of her hair. He didn't suspect that her hair was dyed at all. "Your hairdresser must be a professional. My hair is natural." He answered her question without delay or hesitation. He was not aware of how odd his hair color would be to his peers as much of that attention was showered upon his odd behavior instead. "Has anyone told you that you're absolutely adorable?""Not in a childlike way, you're more like a cute puppy." Sora wore a straight faced expression as he thought about her question seriously. It was not an often compliment to reach his ears. "I suppose so... from my ex." Even as he mentioned his ex, his words flowered naturally with no sign of emotion in them. He was not affected by the memory at all as he continued their conversation at a normal pace until she had excused herself by the school bell signal. "I'm going to run on ahead. Seems that we don't have the time. I'll see you around, Sora-Senpai." Sora nodded his head and waved after her, hoping to run into her again. "She's a really nice lady." He said aloud to himself, always unable to contain his thoughts in his head alone.

Sora woke up his club members to help put the stall equipment away but in the middle of their packing, a potential recruit showed up last minute. "This is the Social Society right? Is it too late to sign up?" Sora turned to see who had come at the sound of hands slamming down on their table. When he spotted a westerner blonde boy (Bishop) half naked, he was a bit skeptical. "Yes this is the right club but are you sure you wish to join us? We have a shirt on policy." He spoke from experience as female club members had expressed discomfort the last time a male member was seen without a shirt in their club room. Little did he know there was more to that incident. "Arigato~ this club seems really cool and I wanted to join. See you soon!" Sora wasn't sure if the boy had heard him but he seemed adamant about joining their club before sprinting off much like Tsukiko had done. Sora sighed at seeing everyone in such a hurry. "It's only gym is it not?" He was not a fan of sports.

After Sora had gotten changed into suitable uniform and was scanning the gymnasium for an available seat, he came across a bickering pair (Saburo and Yuuki). While he did not look at them, he could easily overhear them as he was walking by. "This class isn't worth my skill in mathematics. I don't care so long as I don't have to participate in games." Sora nodded to himself, even though the statement was not directed to him. He too, did not care for this class. He would much rather participate in mathematics or another more book based activity. There were very few active things he took joy in such as dancing. Sora was about to continue on his merry way not even turning to look at the two he was overhearing until, "Oh, so now you think you're too good or some shit? I don't now if you're too smart to realize or something, but you've got like no friends. Ever thought a that? So don't act like your some fuckin' queen." Sora's attention was immediately grabbed by this male's choice of wording so he at last, turned to look at whom was speaking. His eyes drifted from the male to the female. He did not recognize either so he assumed them to be juniors. "Do you struggle with math? Is that why you compensate with humor?" Sora chuckled lightly in the background behind a closed fist. The female junior had impressed him. He had been insulted by girls plenty of times but this one had a spark about her. It appealed to his intellect.

"Look, I don't have to be good at math and that shit, 'cuz my dad carries more cash in his pocket then what your house is worth. Okay? And don't say that I'm stupid or whatever, 'cuz I just don't try at school. I don't need to try at school like you to stay in school." "I bet you'd even pick up a 1000 yen bill off the ground if someone dropped it, so you could go buy dinner." The boy did not desist his behavior and even went as far as to lean closer to the girl's face. Sora did not like the way this was headed. He had seen many times his fellow club members in the study club get bullied. This was how it would normally start. He removed his hand from his mouth finding the situation no longer funny. As a student who valued his studies and believed that everyone else should value it just as much, he made his way towards them instead of continuing up the bleachers.

"You're upper class? Never would have guessed. You speak like a primitive being and growl like one. Down boy."

Sora butted in their heated conversation, speaking down to the junior boy as if he were a dog. He angled his head upward confidently, speaking as a senior to a junior. His eyes refused to acknowledge the junior boy too, treating him even more inferior. His words were laced with an ice cold tone that not many were accustomed to hearing from the strange boy as he rarely spoke with emotion at all. What the junior had said felt like a personal insult directed at Sora too as an individual who enjoys mathematics. He was agitated and while not gifted in physical fighting, he was no coward to inviting one. Sora would speak his mind no matter the outcome for that was how he is. His phone began vibrating inside his pocket but he was too occupied to notice.

"Bragging about someone else's hard earned work? Pitiful. However full your dad's pockets are does not compensate for the empty space in your skull. It's a shame you can't buy a decent IQ. It's not something you can just pick up off the ground in comparison."

Sora continued to speak, not holding back anything. Throwing insult after insult came easily when Sora had been unconsciously practicing being harsh throughout his entire lifetime. There was not a single moment where he failed to speak his mind or backed out. Once he started talking, he would not cease what he stood up for or believed in. He had basically done what the junior asked to not happen, 'to be called stupid' but that was what Sora perceived to be the truth. A smart person would not berate someone over mathematics or disrespect a scholarship student. Sora had respect for scholarship students even though he was not one of them. Scholarships were not a free pass but an achievement attained to be proud of.

Sora walked past the junior boy, brushing shoulders against him arrogantly to take a seat closest to the junior girl. He had sat close to her without thought to it. It was what he instinctively acted on before concluding with a narrowed glare,

"Please get out of my face. Your breath reeks hound."

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"Well you're the one with off brand gym shoes on your feet so..."

Yuuki's eyes widened a bit in surprise, but she otherwise remained composed. She was used to words like this, even at her other school. She was particularly poorer than most. Damn rich people... she didn't have anything to say back, nothing intelligible at least. She would ignore him if at all possible.

"They'd probably make an exception for you."

"I wish they would." she sighed in discontentment. She truly did not wish to attend so she was not offended by being excluded from the event. She was practically praying to be uninvited. Though she received another text, this time from her parents stating that they would be in town and escort her to the event if she refused to attend the dance of her own accord. They also wanted photo evidence that she attended. She immediately twitched staring down at her phone, for once hating her parents with her entire being.

"Oh, so now you think you're too good or some shit? I don't now if you're too smart to realize or something, but you've got like no friends. Ever thought a that? So don't act like your some fuckin' queen."

Yuuki stared at him surprised for a moment, but broke out into intense but quiet laughter. She held her stomach and got it out of her system, before wiping her eyes, taking a few moments to completely recompose herself. She handed him a tissue, seeing as he made a snorting noise and began her rebuttal, "Bless you. I don't care about any of that. I don't need friends to validate myself.. And although I'm not better, I really just don't like people, you especially to be frank." She responded, laughter threatening to interrupt her trail of thought, but she managed to bite it back. She couldn't understand why this boy thought that of all things would bother her. It did at some core level, but she wasn't aware of it, not yet at least, "Anyone who can't live in their own company is a pathetic attention whore... Is this your best shot...? Why don't you run along and go buy your date to the dance, because God knows your personality won't earn it." She mused, mocking his efforts in attempt to anger him further. She was rather mad herself, but she was certain he would break sooner or later and leave her alone. She tilted her head at him, signifying that she was waiting for a response.

"Look, I don't have to be good at math and that shit, 'cuz my dad carries more cash in his pocket then what your house is worth. Okay? And don't say that I'm stupid or whatever, 'cuz I just don't try at school. I don't need to try at school like you to stay in school."

"Did I hit a nerve?" Yuuki responded in a bored tone, closing her eyes with a grin of amusement. She normally wouldn't have gotten so mad, but this was a direct insult to her parents' and their ability to provide for her so she could not let this slide. An irritated expression crossed her features before she spoke again, "If you must know, my grades did not pay for my entrance, even though they definitely could have. Yuuki retorted, growing rather tired of speaking with this childish boy, but she refused to let him win by walking away. She was sitting here first, so she would bite off her own tongue before letting him have the satisfaction of running her off, "My father paid cash to get me here. Though I am amused that you think I care about you or your money. I'd rather be poor and starving than some rich ass snobby little baby tugging on daddy's shirt every five seconds when he needs money. Do you know how to wipe your own ass or did your father have to pay some kind of servant for that?" She retorted with venom in her tone. She wasn't really lying either, her grades got her acceptance and surely would have paid her tuition, but her father was too proud to accept a handout refused to owe anyone anything. He was a traditional Japanese man and did not want to be in anyone's debt. The only thing that he allowed the school to pay for was Yuuki's uniform, but that was only because he had no other choice. They'd spent their entire savings on her tuition and housing, exactly why she had to work so hard. Soon she'd have to get a job as well to take over paying her own rent..

"I bet you'd even pick up a 1000 yen bill off the ground if someone dropped it, so you could go buy dinner."

Yuuki quirked an eyebrow, refusing to bend to this spoiled brat's will. She did not move away, despite hating being in close proximity with such an entitled twit. She finally found someone that she truly hated in this school, "No I wouldn't. Want to test it? I really don't give a damn about money. All I care about is my family, which is why I work so hard. That's something someone as narrow minded as you could never understand." her words bled hatred despite her calm tone. It was obvious in her red that she absolutely hated this boy. She would have already set him on fire if she'd had a lighter. Suddenly she realized it was a good thing she never took up smoking. She wouldn't be able to help her father from prison after all, I wouldn't take someone else's hard earned money like a common theif.." she was insulted, but she kept her cool, well, for the most part. She shoved her hands in her pockets, clenching both of her fists to release her anger in a positive light. She did not raise her voice even once, keeping a level tone the entire time, despite wishing to wipe that grin off his sorry face. However violence was not the answer as her father often reminded her, though in this case she wished it was. Yuuki looked him over, trying to find ammunition in the same manner that he had, her eyes landing on his shoes. Rather expensive just to be ruined in her opinion. With a smirk on her face, Yuuki had come up with an insult of her own. If he wanted war, she would wage war with the imbecile, "You on the other hand probably are going to be a thirty still living off your trust fund from daddy. You've probably never worked for anything in your entire life." She stated in a serious tone, chuckling a bit. She casually leaned back into the bleachers, adjusting her glasses in a nonchalant manner as she brought her insult back to home base, "If you don't have legitimate work experience how do you ever expect to successfully lead a company? This isn't America, you can't half ass it. Apparently you've lost tradition and honor amongst all that money. It's sad really. You have to be responsible enough to cultivate and nourish anything worth value. Once daddy's gone you might want to look up the word bankruptcy... because I'm sure the word is too difficult for you."

"You're upper class? Never would have guessed. You speak like a primative being and growl like one. Down boy."

Yuuki's eyes widened, much more than they had when she received the insult. Aside from her parents, this was the first time that anyone had spoken up for her. Most called her weird, robotic, and some even made up a rumor that she could curse people, as if she were some sort of witch. This was different from when Aeon got the crowd to stop squishing and shoving her, yet both actions were greatly appreciated. This was still quite different however, because this attack was directly malicious, not mere ignorance and carelessness. This boy even dirtied his hands. Something about that brought tears to her eyes. She didn't even realize until they hit her cheeks and she quickly wiped them away. She didn't want that ass to think that she was crying because of him, because she wasn't! Well, it was somewhat due to the harsh words of the first boy (Saburo), but she was mostly crying from gratitude, but of course she wasn't aware of all that, at least not consciously. She didn't understand it, the last time she cried was when she found out her father was dying. She was ten years old. Why was she crying now of all times? Everyone was here to witness it if they so happened to glance over, which was more embarrassing than she'd imagined.

"Bragging about someone else's hard work? Pitiful. However much your dad has in his pockets does not compensate for a lacking brain. Yours specifically. It's a shame you can't buy a decent IQ. It's not something you can just pick up of the ground In comparison."

"Please get out of my face. Your breath reeks, hound."

Yuuki couldn't help but laugh, but it came out far softer than before. Yuuki wiped her eyes again for good measure just to make sure that she could properly present herself, "I'm Fujioka, Yuuki, from the freshman class. It's a pleasure to meet you.. Senpai?" She wasn't really sure if this boy was older than her (Sora), but she addressed him as a senior just in case. She looked to the ground for a moment, feeling awkward about all of this. Like her father, Yuuki hated owing anyone anything. She did not like feeling indebted to someone. She then gazed back up to the boy (Sora), before grabbing a box of strawberry flavored pocky sticks out of her bag, "Would you like one?" She asked the blue haired stranger, tilting her head. She had nothing else to offer, but it was a start in repaying him, right?





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Johnny β€œJay” Farelli


β€œYou can’t read English or Japanese?” Yet another student who knew English. The new conversation snapped Johnny out of the rest of his funk. Despite his quest to learn the local language turning out to be more and more pointless, Johnny really just wanted to roll with the punches at this point. He at-first thought the pink-haired girl meant the question like β€œAre you illiterate in general?” Which may come across as offensive to some people.

It was not offensive to the foreigner, however. The foreigner was not β€œsome people”. In response, Johnny laughed cheerfully, β€œOh! Ha, no, I can read, just not… what’s-it-called, Kana? The squiggly symbols where a lot of β€˜em look like the letter T.”

His focus on adjusting his bandana made him miss that the girl was checking out his assets. Apparently inspired by Johnny’s actions, Tsukiko had asked β€œWhy are you wearing a bandana?”

β€œTo keep my bangs out of my eyes,” Johnny replied simply as he still retained that friendly smile. β€œI wanna grow it out longer eventually, but what I have is a good length for sports.”

Tsukiko introduced herself shortly afterward. The sudden drop to silence near the end made Johnny glance down at Tsukiko’s face. He was about to start trying to read why the silent drop happened when he noticed that the pink-haired girl was suddenly quite close.

[]Roll with the punches, no regrets.[/i] Johnny’s personal mantra seemed to repeat itself automatically, only to be drowned out just as quickly by oddly familiar music.

β€œDude, I know this tune,” Johnny’s deep smooth jazz voice lowered to an unintentional growl. He spoke more to himself than the girl in front of him. As he pondered, he put a fist to his chin. He hummed a bass-like hum in harmony with the song. He knew many artists and many more songs. He then realised that he had this same song on an especially special playlist. β€œThis is… Teardrop, by…”

β€œDoes that ring a bell or should I play my number one hit?” she asked. At this distance, Johnny could clearly see the golden-brown eyes. An old friend had shown Johnny a concert video that got a good close-up of the singer. Johnny had recognized the eyes specifically from that video.

… Holy shit! What are the chances? The chances were about as slim as getting backstage passes for Woodstock back when Jimi Hendrix was alive. The chance were about as slim as the Beatles having a gig without a harassing crowd back in their prime. The chances were about as slim as Johnny winning at a video game.

β€œWait… you’re,” Johnny spoke at a normal volume, but then he paused. He’d seen enough of those Disney teen movies with his buddies in the cheap theatres to know what saying a pop star’s name out loud could cause. He didn’t want to cause an equivalent of what the Beatles had to live with during their prime. In a more personal (or intimate, depending on how one prefers to hear his deep voice) β€œYou’re Mae Seung Jin. I knew I recognized that voice.” Always the professional, Johnny tried not to come across like a rabid fanboy. Though he was cool with being this close to another person, the foreigner knew he’d rather not be in the same room as the type who did act like a rabid fanboy.

The music in Johnny’s ear, while it helped him keep perfectly calm despite the claustrophobia, (or maybe it was something about the girl… or something…) unfortunately prevented him from overhearing the growing argument being conducted by the music guy, Fujioka-san, and a dude with blue hair. Even if he did catch the exchanged roasts, he probably wouldn’t have understood a fair number of the words being spoken. Though he would have spit some ill rhymes straight out of his neighbourhood... If he had heard the argument, that is. As was established, he did not.

He only continued the conversation with Tsukiko. β€œI only got a few of your songs, but damn girl, you got the voice of an angel.” he said not unlike Albert King as he bobbed his head slowly to the beat. He wouldn’t mind recording a jam session with her vocals in the mix… literally… it’s not an innuendo. He simply continued humming with the music until he thought back to the text. Date… No, not a date. It makes no sense to β€œdate” someone you met today. That’s just ridiculous.

At this point, Johnny figured the girl wanted her earbud back. Johnny pulled it out and handed it back to Tsukiko Kitogawa. He adjusted his stance, which allowed him to make a little bit of comfortable distance, though he made it look natural. Wait, β€œKitogawa-san”? I guess she and the other cute shortie were family after all. That’s pretty cool… Where did she go, anyway?

Ah well. Just ask. The worst she can say is β€œno”.

β€œAnyway, Kitogawa-san, (He remembered the manners at least) there’s this event being hosted by the school at some castle,” Johnny rose his phone to glance at the text once more. With his free hand, he rubbed his pointed, chiseled chin. β€œAnd the thing’s calling for, like…” Johnny couldn’t find himself outright saying β€œdate”, for the same reason the word caused him such initial alarm in the first place. β€œI mean, since I don’t know anyone, I was just gonna ask until I get someone to join me. Not sure if you got a buddy already, but if you don’t, didja wanna go?”

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+1 Popularity to Shiori *gm edit*

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"You on the other hand probably are going to be a thirty still living off your trust fund from daddy. You've probably never worked for anything in your entire life. If you don't have legitimate work experience how do you ever expect to successfully lead a company? This isn't America, you can't half ass it. Apparently you've lost tradition and honor amongst all that money. It's sad really. You have to be responsible enough to cultivate and nourish anything worth value. Once daddy's gone you might want to look up the word bankruptcy... because I'm sure the word is too difficult for you."

This girl was really getting on his nerves now. Clenching his fists, Saburo spoke through a clenched jaw. "Now you better listen you little SHIT-" But before he could finish the statement, a third voice intruded in on the quible.
"You're upper class? Never would have guessed. You speak like a primitive being and growl like one. Down boy." Saburo turned to face the owner of the voice, a blue haired male a couple inches shorter than himself. Despite the difference in height and build, the other boy looked older of the face. This gave Saburo the impression that this person was a Senior.
"What the hell did you just say?" To be honest, he couldn't comprehend the outrageous way this guy was talking to him.
"Bragging about someone else's hard earned work? Pitiful. However full your dad's pockets are does not compensate for the empty space in your skull. It's a shame you can't buy a decent IQ. It's not something you can just pick up off the ground in comparison." The blue haired senior then had the nerve to brush past him to sit next to the scholarship girl.
"You know what?! You're no better than the bum you're sitting next to!!"
"Please get out of my face. Your breath reeks hound."

This was it. He was gonna fucking lose it. Only the second day too...Saburo tried his best to suppress the fury, holding it down the best he could...and miraculously, it faded. "Alright, so that's how it's gonna be." Those were the last words uttered before all hell broke loose. Saburo began to walk away...at least that's what his brain was telling his legs, but instead they took the Freshman closer to the senior sitting closeby. His arms lifted the other boy from his sitting position by the collar...and...he...swung...a...wicked...right...hook...at...the...dudes...chin. Not letting up for a second, Saburo followed through with a brutal uppercut to the gut. After that he didn't even know what was going on anymore. All he could see were his hands flying to and from the Senior's body. So much for making some friends.




+1 Athleticism - Saburo

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Character Portrait: Gen Fukui Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine Character Portrait: Cassiopeia Argyris Character Portrait: Saburo Inoue
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Tadashi was relieved that Gen seemed to understand what he was trying to project to her. He made a mental note that he promised Cassiopeia as well to talk later, over study or lunch so he would be sure to not break that promise either. He hated breaking promises he made, or at least going against the words he spoke to a person saying that he would do something. It was hard for him to say 'no' sometimes, but he was getting better at using the word appropriately. "I understand.. I hope we can talk about it soon, okay?" Tadashi visibly cheered up with his eyes shifting more red again than purple. He nodded letting his locks of hair sway freely about his head.

Before her reaction however, the young man was noticing small cues of her body language. The way she averted her eyes during and after he spoke, the small shrug she made and leaned in closer before he made his confession. She was going through a myriad of different and conflicting emotions. <What is she thinking I wonder... Grief? It's natural to be bouncing back between joy and sadness- given our history.> When she locked her eyes on his, he saw it. Tadashi understood the chief emotion and thoughts that Gen was going through. It was present in her movements, the way she sat and spoke. His friend was always so wonderful and lovely to be around but she was human just like everyone else. "Of course I forgive you~ it wasn't your fault to begin with darling~ It was sudden and we didn't get to say goodbye but what is goodbye if we meet again? It didn't turn out to be a true farewell after all~" <Guilt.... I see.> Tadashi would back off just a slightly, leaning up right continuing to look at her (Gen). He admired her hair for a moment, an extremely unique color that added an air of mystery yet sophistication to her. The two students were very in touch with themselves and one another. Tadashi could read her body language, and Gen heard every inflection of his words and saw his eyes change as his mood did.

When she handed him her cellphone, Tadashi nodded in thanks and read it over. Of all the reactions to come across his face a soft blush graced his cheeks, being rather surprised by the demands of the school. "Well, Airdalen sure is ambitious.... But I see their intent for this. Bringing students together to culminate new friends and memories. Admirable." Tadashi would hand Gen her phone back. "Arigato, Gen-chan." He began to ponder for a moment about what he should do for the dance. He attended one his freshmen year at Airdalen, but quickly left after being teased. He hadn't been to one since. He was definitely going to this one, Halloween was his favorite holiday after all! He looked to his side and smiled towards Gen deciding to tease her a bit. "So~ how many lovely suitors will you have to choose from my dear Gen? He was light and friendly, changing the tone and topic of the conversation.

Just then Mr. Kido had entered the school gymnasium and begun to address the students. He smiled finding the enthusiasm of the teacher to be refreshing. Up until the point where he blew off his shirt and was wearing a bra. He didn't know quite what to say about that, but he laughed without restraint finding it humorous in all honesty. The activity didn't sound that bad, although in the back of his mind he was a bit paranoid. He knew that the 'old him' would be falling flat on his back every single time until he decided to isolate himself and just suffer from people talking about him from a distance instead of in his face after he fell. He was worried of any old bullies he had that would try to do the same today- but those fears were unwarranted. <Fear is something the mind creates to justify physical inaction...> Tadashi had closed his eyes in order to find his center again, opening them up they were an even purple/red once more finally over his small internal panic. <I'll just be careful in who I choose. I'm not the strongest, but I won't exclude myself.> Tadashi had made up his mind looking up to where Gen was looking to see who she was addressing. "Ryou, would you care to join us darling~?" He smiled seeing his old friend's inviting nature coming to fruition again including the individual that had isolated himself (Ryou). He would remain silent and observe the student, already knowing that he was quite large. He was definitely foreign, his country generally wasn't known for having a population of people 'that' large. Though they were out there.

When commotion began to unfold, he recognized voices immediately recognizing the boy that was teasing somebody earlier. (Saburo) He didn't know what was going on, but he had a very keen inclination to what 'might' be happening. He glanced to Gen who seemed to be just gazing over her shoulder in an attempt to see what was going on. In a flash he remembered the one time he saw Gen's temper flare in a negative way. He would watch her, it was bad news for anyone who legitimately made her mad. Not upset, not pissed off. Unfiltered rage.
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Athleticism=+1
Charm+1 Gen

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Character Portrait: Yuuki Fujioka Character Portrait: Sora Harigae Character Portrait: Saburo Inoue
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Sora had witnessed the violet haired junior's (Yuuki) tears but he couldn't comprehend why she was crying. It did not click in his brain that him stepping in could be considered an act of kindness. Sora had intervened of his own free will and liking. He was insulted on a personal level by the red haired junior's words that belittled academics and placed higher importance on social classes. This was wrong in Sora's mind to the point he impulsively moved forward to correct him.
Sora was raised in between a middle class to high class atmosphere and had never struggled to get what he wanted. Many people particularly his maids would claim that he was spoiled but he was also never a bragger unlike this red haired fool (Saburo) who had irritated him. He was a bit shorter than his new enemy by inches but it did not faze him. Height was not relevant to the topic presented in front of him. The debate was purely based on academics and comparing the fool to a lowly dog.

"I'm Fujioka, Yuuki, from the freshman class. It's a pleasure to meet you.. Senpai?" Sora looked over at the young junior as she introduced herself, his bangs falling over his eyes as he did. He gave her a quick bow of the head in acknowledgement before offering his own name, "Harigae, Sora." His expression was absolute as he spoke to her, almost empty and devoid of emotion. This was his normal face. Sora had only shown slight changes to suggest his irritation in the discussion prior with the foolish one (Saburo). He watched her out of curiosity as she drew out an item from her bag. "Would you like one?" His eyes zoomed in on the object to read the label and identified them to be strawberry pocky treats. He had not had them in a while but he did have a liking for them. He established eye contact with her, taking a moment to admire her gold hues. Sora found them to be unique as they shined under the lights.

Before he could share his thoughts aloud and accept Yuuki's token of generosity, the hound made his presence known again. Sora had forgotten he was still standing there after the silence on his last rebuttal. "Alright, so that's how it's gonna be." Sora did not give the unknown junior (Saburo) another piece of his mind but he would be forced to. The red haired male (Saburo) had decided not to end the debate there and continue on a physically violent level, yanking Sora up by the collar. Sora was not delusional about the situation. He knew he was physically inept and did not stand a chance against him (Saburo) but that did not shut him up or tear him down. Sora's face was firm as was his opinion. He did not call for help, struggle or back down in any way.

Sora's face twisted in pain when the punch made contact with his jaw. As emotionless as he could come across, he was only human and pain was not an exception. Even so, he did not scream and took each blow as they came. Unlike his opponent, he was fully aware that he was present in a full gymnasium. While he may not have the power to fight back, the bullying taking place here would not go unnoticed. Sora's pain was not in vain and he would not take back his words. The violence only reassured Sora that his judgement on this individual was correct. Sora coughed out blood when receiving a blow to the gut but showed his own form of strength when he spat out the blood on purpose in the boy's face.

"Woof."



+1 Athleticism
+1 Popularity [Yuuki]
+1 Notoriety [Saburo]


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Character Portrait: Akira Blake Character Portrait: Yuuki Fujioka Character Portrait: Bishop Trander Character Portrait: Sora Harigae Character Portrait: Mai Kon Character Portrait: Arietta Hakushiro
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"I think we're in the same boat.... I have no idea who to ask. I mean, my senpai is pretty- but she's my senpai. That'd be weird right? Hhmmmm...."

Even though she was not an actual boy, Akira understood the weirdness in it all. She rubbed the back of her neck and shrugged a bit, "I know it's not supposed to be, but for some reason it totally feels like it would be weird..." Akira hated double standards, but for some reason she wouldn't have felt right going with a guy that was a year younger than herself. It was just one of those things that she didn't understand. It made her angry that she was being so stereotypical, but there was little that she could do about the matter. It wasn't like she could honestly control how she felt, "My Senpai is gorgeous, but I couldn't possibly ask my Senpai either, so don't feel bad man..." Akira responded with a goofy grin, patting Bishop on the back. She ended up laughing afterwards, shaking her head at their mutual situation, although her's was a bit more complex... She had no problem asking someone, but she didn't want to go with another girl at any cost. On a brighter note, Akira felt like she could actually just be 'one of the guys' when she was around Bishop. It was easiest to keep up the facade when she was around him, because he was so easygoing and agreeable.

β€œHi-Hisashi-b-buri. A-Akira-k-kun. T-Tran-de-der-s-san. M-May I-I s-sit h-here?”

"Mai-chan!" Akira chimed in an excited tone, then blinked for a moment at Mai's appearance. The outfit was much too big for the small girl, and she couldn't help but blush a bit, finding her friend to be very adorable in that state. Akira nodded in approval, patting on the bleachers in a welcoming manner. She really felt as though she fit in when she was in the presence of Bishop and Mai, they made her believe that starting over like this wasn't such a horrible choice, even when everything else screamed that she was making a terrible mistake.

"Alright!! Moving on... Welcome to Airdalen for juniors and welcome back to seniors! My name is Mr. Kido and I will be your Physical Education teacher for the rest of the year. Now if you've had me as a teacher before, you would know that I like to start classes easy before settling into hardcore sports but before ANY of that... it's important we get comfortable with each other as fellow athletes. We should learn to enjoy what we do and laugh at our mistakes. Teamwork is what makes the team!"

Akira was incredibly inspired by Mr. Kido's words, nodding her head in agreement. Though when the man's shirt practically dissolved off, Akira's eyes widened. She didn't know what to think of this display, but before she could mentally process it, she was already laughing, covering her mouth with the back of her left hand. She had to admit, this was pretty hilarious, and definitely the most unique teacher introduction that she'd ever seen. I have a feeling I'm going to really like this school...

β€œWah!”

Akira noticed that Mai was looking down, so she gently patted the small girl's head, "It's okay, Mai-chan. Everyone gets embarrassed sometimes. Besides, even I was a bit embarrassed by it. That's why the Sensei did that, nothing we do in this class will ever be worse than that, ne?" Akira attempted to cheer up her fellow classmate, though considering how timid the smaller girl was, she wasn't sure how welcome her words and physical contact were. Akira was simply too used to British customs, which were far more casual than those of the Japanese. Sure, she spoke Japanese fluently and knew the social rules, but it didn't mean she always understood those expectations. More than half of the time, in her opinion, a small kindhearted touch spoke more than a thousand words.

"Continuing on with today's class, our activity for the day will be about building teamwork. To build teamwork we need another ingredient to add to the mix and that's trust! When we play sports in future classes, I want us all to be connected enough to work as an effective team. Trust building exercise guys let's see… Oh that's right.. today we will be doing trust falls. Just nice and easy, trust falls! For those of you who don't know what a trust fall is.. it's when one person falls backwards and another catches them. You may do it as many times as you like with whoever you wish. We're going with a really nice and easy lesson today. Get to know each other and build up trust!"

Trust falls? I've done that before... Akira thought to herself, feeling fairly confident. She spent a lot of time working on her physique. Akira stretched her arms, feeling incredibly prepared for this exercise. This was definitely a piece of cake for those who played basketball and lifted weights. Not to mention the daily wrestling she used to be forced to participate in.

β€œA-ah - umm. D-did y-you r-recei-ceive t-the in-invi-ta-tation t-too?”

Akira nodded her head, rubbing the back of her neck, "Yeah.. It's a lot of pressure though. The freshman class hasn't had enough time to get to know anyone like that.."[/b] Akira responded, unaware that Mai was aiming the question predominantly towards her. Akira never fathomed that anyone would ever come to have feelings for 'boy' Akira, because despite having kissed a boy before, Akira had never actually dated anyone before.

"Yep, it looks like we all did- Oh.... Oh no... They sent that text to my parents..Oh man... This is a group text. Now my aunt and grandmother know... I hate group texts."

Akira wasn't sure what to think of the messages being sent by Bishop's family, but it sent a sharp pain through her chest. Her grandmother wouldn't say anything like this. She would simply ask if Akira had landed a 'rich date'. She forced a smile onto her face, trying to not think about her own parents, "Your family seems fun, Trander-san." It was painful enough realizing that she'd never hear her mother's voice again, but suddenly she was met with the realization that she wouldn't have anyone to prepare for prom with, a wedding, suddenly she despised this dance. This occasion was reminding her of everything she'd lost.

"That's enough of that-"

Akira was eternally grateful for the redirect, because as things were currently flowing, it would not have ended well for the ivory haired girl pretending to be a boy. She was growing incredibly frustrated with her living situation, missing her mother and step-father quite dearly. I wonder... can they see me right now..? Akira thought to herself, combating the tears that attempted to form in her eyes. She banished them, but she could not vanquish the empty feeling that engulfed her entire being.

"How about this...If neither of us can get a date... Would you want to go together? As friends? It didn't say anything about if you had a 'real date'. So long as you're with somebody. Right?"

"Works for me. I want to go, and why'd you have to say as friends? We're both guys, so of course it would be as friends!" Akira laughed, lightly punching Bishop's arm. She had to separate her feminine appearance from everything else. She could not be suspected of being a girl.. She could NOT get expelled. Her grandmother would never let her live it down. Hell, she might even get disowned for 'dishonoring her family'. Akira did not want to find out what would happen if her true identity was exposed, "I'll be going as a black cat probably....or maybe a wizard..." Akira responded tapping her cheek. She was currently undecided, but she was definitely leaning towards the cat. She always loved cats, and besides, she would get to play with hair dye, which is something she was surprisingly good at now that she was adept in cosplaying. Her job at the maid cafe was definitely paying off as far as costumes and chest binding was concerned.

"I really hope that he's just wearing that for this day... If he wore it every day that'd change the whole situation. Wanna get started guys?"

"Etto... I suppose we could get started... Though, if it's going to just be the four of us, I don't think Mai-chan or Arietta-senpai could catch us." Akira responded, rubbing the back of her neck. She did not wish to underestimate the two girls, but their size and feminine features weren't convincing Akira that the two had what it took to support Bishop or herself. Mai's height worked against her a lot in this sense, but Arietta's issue was simply due to not working out enough.

"This really isn't fair to those of us who are physically weaker. It makes us seem less dependable."

"It's alright, Arietta-Senpai. You helped me kill it at beer pong last night so if anyone makes fun of you, I'll punch them in the face. O.K.?" Akira told her senior, smiling confidently towards her. She remembered Arietta from Tsuyoshi's party. The blonde was quite fun to be around, especially when drunk. If it wasn't for Arietta, Akira was fairly certain that she wouldn't have had nearly as fun of a night. Akira wasn't sure if her senior remembered her, but she definitely remembered Arietta, seeing as the drunk blonde made a very strong impression the night before. Though she wouldn't talk about that, no, definitely not.

"You know what?! You're no better than the bum you're sitting next to!!"

"Please get out of my face. Your breath reeks hound."

"Alright, so that's how it's gonna be."

Akira recognized the look on the boy's face, her eyes widening. Though she did not respond fast enough. Before she knew it, the brunet boy (Saburo) jerked the blue haired boy to his feet and swung at the blue haired boy (Sora). Akira immediately stood up, eyes shifting to Bishop, Arietta, and Mai, "Hold up. I can't just ignore this... I'll be right back." The fight wasn't too far from them, so she definitely couldn't just ignore it, not to mention there were girls in the room. She wouldn't let a stupid grudge endanger other girls. She could feel anger boiling in her stomach as she witnessed the brunet boy punching the blue haired boy, who did not seem to lift even a single finger in his own defense.

"Woof."

The way the boy was taking the hits reminded her of a time she did not want to recall, so Akira jogged over, "Oi! Break it up!"[/b] she shouted at the two boys, but upon realizing that her words were in vain, Akira decided to finally throw herself into the mayhem. If words would not work, she would use force. Akira ran over, grabbing each of the boys by the shirt, putting herself in the line of fire before even giving herself a moment to think. She hated fighting, even though she used to do so on a regular basis. Ever since the accident that nearly killed someone, she didn't want anyone to repeat her own mistakes. Once she successfully ripped the blue haired boy (Sora) out of the brunet's (Saburo) grasp she shoved each of them in different directions, "There is a girl nearby! You could have hit her! And for what? Stupid pride!?" She shouted at both of them, anger clearly in her eyes as she scolded them. She herself was a girl, but she was actually referring to the fragile violet haired girl (Yuuki) that was sitting nearby the fight. Akira stood between the two boys (Sora and Saburo) to make sure that neither of them started up again, her blue eyes shifting to each of them. She knew better than to take her eyes off of someone right after a fight. She could feel her heart beating in her chest, pounding so hard that it was almost painful, but she was not going to let them recklessly endanger others, "We're too old for this stupidity! Do you realize how easy it is to actually kill someone like this!?" She asked, to neither of them in particular, but she was definitely aiming her words towards both the brunet and the blue haired boy. She wasn't sure who had started it, but from what she overheard, they both were making horrible remarks, "I don't care which of you started this, but apologize to the girl that you could have hurt, both of you!" The ivory haired 'boy' demanded, pointing her finger towards the adorably feminine girl with the glasses (Yuuki) as Akira laid down her view of justice. She couldn't help but feel that she was making up for all the times she'd endangered innocent people. She had to atone for her mistakes, one step at a time. Even though she wasn't sure who started the fight, she couldn't help be a little angry with the brunet male for throwing the first and only punches. He was the one who endangered the girl.





+1 Athleticism
+1 Popularity @ Yuuki
+1 Notoriety @ Saburo





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Character Portrait: Shiori Kitogawa Character Portrait: Akira Blake Character Portrait: Yuuki Fujioka Character Portrait: Sora Harigae Character Portrait: Mai Kon Character Portrait: Saburo Inoue
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β€œS-su-mima-masen. . . u-um a-are y-you al-alright?”

Shiori froze in mortification. She hadn't really thought about it, but she was still relatively out in the open. Any girl could have walked in on her. She lifted her head up to look at the source of the concerned voice, her eyes landing on a girl about her own size, well, there were a few inches between them, but it wasn't a huge difference when compared to everyone else. They were both small and delicate, "I-I'm fine. I just got something in my eye." Shiori stammered for an excuse, but she managed to supply her with a reliable excuse. It was far from the truth, but it was believable enough. She couldn't open up to a complete stranger, it was hard enough to voice her concerns with Kazuhiko.

"Ah w-wakaru”

Shiori wiped her face off with a paper towel, but by the time she was done, the other girl (Mai) was gone. She wasn't sure if the girl understood that she was upset, or if she understood the excuse that she had given her. She brushed it off, seeing as the girl seemed even more timid than she was. She doubted anything embarrassing would result from their chance encounter.

"Please get out of my face. Your breath reeks hound."

"Alright, so that's how it's gonna be."

Shiori recognized one of the boys, the blue haired one was a classmate of her's named Sora, but she didn't know him very well. He was intelligent, she knew that much, but that summed up everything that she knew about the boy. The second boy, the brunet was someone she did not know, but he was obviously looking for trouble, based on what seemed to be going on. The girl sitting next to Sora, Yuuki, who Shiori had met the day before, seemed quite upset. This was enough to subconsciously draw Shiori closer to the conflict. Before she knew it, she was standing within comfortable earshot, just in time to see the unknown boy (Saburo) swing at Sora. Her eyes widened at the sudden act of violence, completely taken aback by it all. This was the first time that Shiori had ever seen someone else getting beat up before, and it was definitely something that she did not wish to see happen again.

"Woof."

She was surprised by Sora's defiance and bravery, despite the beating that he had received. I-Is he insane? He's only going to make this guy more angry by spitting on him.. Getting killed is not worth looking cool.. She outstretched a hand, ready to speak up, but someone else immediately jogged past her and did so before she could find her voice. Shiori only saw a flash of white, but a voice soon followed.

"Oi! Break it up!"

The shorter boy broke up the fight, much to her surprise and even threw both of the boys awat from each other. Shiori was quite impressed, unable to take her eyes off of the white haired boy for a moment. S-so cool... Who is he..? She managed to snap out of it though, carefully approaching Sora and Yuuki, looking each of them over from a distance before deciding to speak up. Sora was definitely bloodied up rather bad, but Yuuki seemed to be perfectly fine, "You need to be cleaned up before infection sets in. Trust me, both of my parents are doctors." Shiori explained, deciding it was best to display some credibility. She knew many boys were often stubborn, like Rhys had been this morning, but judging by the amount of blood this boy did not have the luxury to decline treatment. She pulled a few packaged rubbing alcohol wipes from her pocket, handing them to Sora. He was not her junior, so she did not feel comfortable cleaning him up as she had done with Rhys. This boy was not her responsibility.

"There is a girl nearby! You could have hit her! And for what? Stupid pride!? We're too old for this stupidity! Do you realize how easy it is to actually kill someone like this!?"

"He's right you know.." Shiori chimed in to agree with the petite pale boy (Akira), seeing as anatomy was one of her strong suits. Both of her parents were surgeons, so she knew quite a bit about human anatomy whether she liked it or not. She read several books and even attended summer camps to improve her own knowledge, seeing as her parents intended for her to become a surgeon as well, "It only takes 15 pounds per square inch to break both human neck and the skull."

"I don't care which of you started this, but apologize to the girl that you could have hurt, both of you!"

"Hmph. You can't expect idiots to comprehend common manners. Class is born, not earned. Money has nothing to do with it." Shiori replied with a sigh, one hand on her hip and a cocky expression on her face as she replied to the ivory haired student who appeared to be trying to diffuse the current violent situation. She respected the white haired boy for his righteous efforts, but this was the best she could do, A crow is still a crow no matter how you dress it.. Annoyingly making itself heard because that's all it knows." Then she let out a sigh of irritation, noticing that a lot of the students were beginning to do trust falls. She was not fond of the exercise, but she would have to participate.. She scanned the room for the girl she'd met in the bathroom (Mai), locating her rather quickly, "Can we get back to gym class now? Or shall we all compare wealth? I surely doubt you're the richest in the class. Our parents are not something we can whip out and measure for bragging rights... only arrogant children do that."

Without further comment, Shiori turned her attention towards the small ebony haired female that sat a little further away and slowly approached her instead, "Hello. I met you a moment ago.. My name is Kitogawa, Shiori....would you like to be my trust fall partner?" She asked the black haired girl (Mai). She offered her hand in case the girl agreed, smiling kindly in response.





+1 Athleticism
+1 Popularity @ Akira
+1 Notoriety @ Saburo