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Camila Reyes

"So my family decides to send me across the world for... Host Club?"

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a character in “The New Ouran High School Host Club!”, originally authored by nations, as played by RolePlayGateway

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◉ Full Name ◉
Ana Camila Reyes Cordero
◉ Nickname(s) ◉
Camila (prefers to go by middle name), Cam, Sugar
◉Age◉
17
◉ Class (Year) ◉
12th (Third Year)
◉ Sexuality ◉
Heterosexual




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◉ Likes ◉
Cats (although she's allergic to them), Sweets, Fashion, Adventure, Dares, Rain
◉ Dislikes ◉
Strict Rules, Her parenst, Cold Weather/Winter, Sour foods, Small/Restricted Places
◉ Strengths ◉
- Dancing: Not only does Camila love to dance, but she has also been taking contemporary dance for over six years, and it is her main passion. It is one of the things that keeps her sanity intact and she will not hesitate to grab someone's hand and make them dance with her.
- Soccer: Camila is part of her boarding school's soccer team (preferring forward) and she isn't afraid to get rough on the field which does get her in trouble every so often, but the fact that she can score forces the teachers to look away. It is pretty clear that she enjoys physical activity.
- Fashion: Camila loves wearing the latest trends (she follows mostly only Spanish and French fashion/haute couture) and will never be seen without name brand. She hated her school because it restricted her to wear what she wanted only during the weekends and, even then, they were really strict on what was allowed.

◉Weaknesses◉
- Cooking: Camila detests anything that has to do with the kitchen. Not only does she burn water (her personal little joke) but she also thinks it's a role imposed on women
- Sweets: This is not an ability-related weakness, per say. Camila gives in very easily to sugars (hence her nickname) and sweets. She will not say no to anything sweet as long as it doesn't have lime/lemon or raisins. Macaroons are her favorite dessert, especially when they are shipped directly from France
- Piano: Her parents have made her play the piano since she was five but Camila has no ear for it. She absolutely hates it, and hates the fact that her parents value it above her dance.



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◉Personality◉
Bold | Passionate | Stubborn | Optimist
Although Camila might appear to be a sweet girl from first glance, with her large blue eyes, predominantly pink and white clothes, and petite stature, it doesn't take long to find out that she is a very bold person. Camila is not afraid to say or do what she wants and she will be even more inclined to do it if she's told not to. While this could seem like a positive trait, many people (especially her parents and her former school) saw this as something negative. They see her actions as rash and even reckless while she sees them as liberating. In reality, her actions are pretty reckless since, more often than not, she searches for "freedom" in the wrong places. This means sneaking into bars and dance clubs, breaking into places (mostly museums because she loves seeing art at night although she is not an artistic person at all), or driving late at night at very high speeds. Although her high socioeconomic background and high-class personality (discussed below) does not necessarily make her a natural among the "rebel" teens, she does anything in order to be with them and have a good time. Furthermore, Camila will stand her ground, no matter the issue, and while this may seem like loyalty it is usually out of stubbornness that she refuses to give in. It's not that she doesn't understand that there are more sides to a situation, but she will not allow herself to be talked down to or ridiculed. She's had enough of that with her parents and nuns.
Considering that Camila does come from a well-off family, she does come to see money as a solution for many things. It gives her the things she needs and gets her into places she shouldn't be and out of trouble. But how could she not see money this way when her parents always relied on money and material things to compensate for their paternal and maternal absence? Her heavy reliance on money might come out snobbish when she's speaking about money.
Despite her reckless and stubborn personality, Camila is an optimist person. She knows that there will be a moment in life where she will finally be free from the shackles of her parents. She knows that every night she sneaks away, something good is waiting for her. And, she knows that even though she's far from the city she grew up in, this is just another year in high school and that, despite the pain (and the terrible sadness she feels for not being able to see her little brother), it will be done in time. She is also very passionate. This can be taken to extremes (such as her sneaking out and searching for things that will make her feel free) but it can also be good, as seen in her dedication and love for dancing and soccer.

◉General Background◉
Camila is the daughter of an upper-class Spanish father and Portuguese mother, although she doesn't feel a close bond since they were never really there for her. She has a younger brother, Mario, who she absolutely loves. She lived in Madrid, Spain, her whole life but has traveled to many European and American countries since her parent believe that a person cannot be fully developed if they have not traveled. In short, Camila grew up in a privileged life: she attended the most prestigious school in Madrid (a private, all-girls Catholic boarding school), wore the latest brand clothing, and received almost everything she asked for.
Camila was always a fairly good student, not the one to excel in classes, but her participation and leadership in clubs (as well as her parents' money) allowed her to stay on the teacher's good side. Camila does have a more rebellious side and this led her to start sneaking out of the school at night, hoping to get away from the strict rules of the Catholic school. This went unnoticed for a long time until one day the fire alarm went off at night and they didn't see find her during a head count. This led the school to discover that Camila had been sneaking out to meet with Santiago, an older boy from the "wrong side of the tracks" (which she had been seeing for just three months). When the school notified her parents, the couple was terrified and decided that she had to be punished. So, Camila was sent out of the country and to the other side of the globe to a school where she could be studying abroad (like her mother had done, except Camila was going out of punishment). There, they hoped that she would forget about Santiago and learn her lesson. And, of course, they hoped that at the Ouran High School Host Club, Camila could find someone of "better breeding" as they so roughly put it.





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Camila Reyes's Story

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I pushed both doors open to Music Room 3, breathing in its familiar scent. The new school year was starting, and boy, was I excited to get things started with the Host Club! With a new year comes new people, you know, and I just couldn’t wait to meet all of the new guests we would be getting this year. My Host Club members were always the best of the best when it came to entertaining the ladies, though of course not better than the original Host members, as no one could even come close to them, but we do our absolute best to be our absolute best for each other and our esteemed guests. I’m rambling… I walked into the room, brushing my fingertips along the wall, ecstatic to begin the new year. I hadn’t planned any theme for the day, which was honestly unusual, but nonetheless, it would be a wonderful day; I could just feel it.

♫”I come home in the morning light/My mother says when you gonna live your life right/Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones/And girls they wanna have fun/Oh girls just want to have fun/The phone rings in the middle of the night/My father yells what you gonna do with your life/Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one/But girls they wanna have fu-”♫ I was dancing about the room, singing my most favourite Cyndi Lauper song, as girls really do just want to have fun, I mean, look at our Host Club, when I was interrupted by more of our members coming into the room. I clapped my hands together in excitement. ”Welcome, my treasured comrades! I’m so happy to have you here! We have a big day ahead of us! We are going to have many, many ladies to entertain, and we must do our finest, finest job to make sure that our guests have the best time that they can possibly have with us!” I smiled big, from ear-to-ear, really.

This was going to be a great year, I could just feel it! And like many Host Club members before them, most of the Hosts had a free first period so that they could set up the Music Room for the day. I was thrilled to be a part of the Host Club, and I had a feeling that this year was going to be very special.

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Ichiro shoved his hands into his pockets, sighing as he walked across the grounds towards the front doors of Ouran Academy. It was his first year as a high school student here, and he wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about it. He knew that there was one specific thing that he couldn’t stand. The Host Club. He’d heard about it countless times from overhearing the girls in middle school talking about it and how excited they were to get to be guests when they got to high school. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, even just at the thought of the Host Club. How can they run such a despicable club? ‘Entertaining the ladies.’ What does that even mean?! How do they have ‘too much time on their hands’ so often?! Don’t they have things like homework or something they need to worry about instead??

Ichiro pushed through the front doors, making a ‘pfft’ sound as he did so, exasperated just thinking about the Host Club. He brushed his hair out of his eyes. I didn’t put quite enough Fekkai hairspray in this morning. My hair is going to be a flop today… I knew I should’ve brought my travel size with me just in case. What a great start to my first day in high school. He sighed, brushing his hair off to the side again. In the midst of his messing with his hair, he managed to bump into someone walking in the opposite direction. It was a cutesy looking boy with snow white hair and reddish eyes. ”Hey. Why don’t you watch where you’re going?” Ichiro huffed.

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Kyo skipped into Ouran Academy, excited for the new year. It was April, spring, her favourite time of year. The cherry blossoms were going to start blooming soon, and she couldn’t wait. She loved the way they smelled and how cute the little blossoms looked all over the pretty, light pink trees. She also couldn’t wait to become a guest at the Host Club, and she knew exactly which Host was going to be her absolute favourite. Yukio! He was the cutesy type, and she loved all things cutesy.

As she skipped through the foyer, the noticed Yukio walking towards Music Room 3 when a blonde boy, seemingly preoccupied with his hair, bumped into him. She looked on nervously, hoping that Yukio was okay. Ohmygod. I'm probably staring. Ohno! She could feel her face turning pink and she rushed off to class, not wanting to seem like more of a weirdo than she already was. As she was hurrying down the hallway, she bumped into someone. She recognized her as a member of the student council, Miku Fujiwara! "I-I'm so sorry!" Kyo said hurriedly.


[[OOC: I decided to put Shigure in first person to make him just that much more “extra..” XD All of the other characters should be in third person, like normal. I just thought it would be kind of funny if Shigure was just like Tamaki in how “extra” he tended to be.]]

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As Ichiro made his way to class, he noticed a rather foreign-looking girl walking the halls. Her hair was very beautiful, and Ichiro was immediately drawn to her. He approached her casually. "I apologize for bothering you, but I have to ask what kind of products you use for your hair," he said, picking up a strand of her hair and feeling it. "They have to be fairly high quality considering the near pristine condition of your hair." He realized that he probably seemed liked a weirdo for just approaching someone out of nowhere and gushing about their hair while touching it.

"Sorry. It's just... I'm an aspiring Cosmetologist. My parents would never approve, but...it's secretly been my lifelong dream..." Ichiro sighed. He was lying, of course. He couldn't imagine having to touch other people's hair all the time. Some people had disgusting hair, even the rich. "Anyway... Are you part of any of the many clubs here at the school? I'm trying to find one that I like, but the Cosmetologists Club is completely full," Ichiro sighed again. Just another lie.

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First day of school in the middle of April. Camila still couldn't believe that her parents had made the decision to take her out of school in the middle of the school year and sent her to a whole different country. And all during her last year of school which meant that applying to those French universities would probably be much more difficult than it had already been.

The strawberry blonde had only been living in Japan for a week, but Camila had already visited the school so she had an idea of where everything was located in the school so she made her ways through the hall towards Music Room #3. She had been quite livid when she found out one of the reasons why her parents had chosen this academy: the Host Club. A group of boys that, for some reason, made a club to entertain "ladies". For Camila, mingling with boys didn't need a club. She just needed a way to sneak out of her all-girls school during the night and get into a club. But, she was an optimist to an extent and, even though she loved the danger and thrill behind sneaking out, Camila couldn't help but be relieved that her parents had at least chosen a mixed school and not an all-girls like the one back in Spain. And that already signed her up for the academy's girl soccer team, even if it wasn't nationally ranked.

Camila was almost at the room where this club was supposed to be, Music Room Number Three, when another student approached her. A lot of people had approached Camila that first day, so she didn't think anything of this green-eyed boy. Until he reached out and touched her hair.

Camila's eyes widened slightly and she instinctively brushed the hand away with her own free one, which wasn't carrying one of her loose pink notebooks.

"Thanks," she replied to the compliment, offering the boy a smile. Of course, Camila didn't know that Ichiro was lying so, even though she wasn't sure how to reply to him, she couldn't help but relate to having parents that, well, tried to ruin your life every so often. Camila looked down at the strands that fell over her shoulder and back up at the boy, "I, uh, get my products from a Belgian company."

"Sorry to hear that," Camila added and, unable to stop herself from rolling her eyes, she added, "Yeah, I was signed up for, uh, something called Host Club. I assume you've heard of it, I guess they're a pretty big deal around the school. Although I'm still struggling to understand why we need it."

Her eyes skipped over to a few doors down the hall, where she saw some people entering the room. "I guess I should go, it seems like people are arriving."

Camila was about to go, but she stopped to add, "I'm Camila, by the way. I never got your name.

Might as well start actually getting to know people. She was going to be here a whole year, after all.


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"There we are!" I said ecstatically as Toshiko came out of the dressing room, where the few Cosmetologists that the Club had on hand had been making her appear more as a male. They had placed a teensy amount of makeup onto her job, making it appear as though she had a bit of stubble, which might have bit a bit over the top, even in my humblest of opinions, and we'd probably need to scrap that during future gatherings of the Host Club. They also bound her chest to make her appear flat and more masculine; this touch I would likely have them continue in the future, otherwise Toshiko's cover might be blown.

I stood inside of Music Room 3, the rest of the Hosts standing behind me but also around me, in a sort of half-circle, surrounding sort of pattern, all of us ready to welcome our guests for the day. I grabbed the door handles and thrust them towards me, into the room, allowing them to rush open dramatically. "Welcome, ladies, to the Ouran Host Club!" I announced with a large smile painting across my face, motioning back to the other Hosts, who were all standing waiting for their guests with smiles that I'd love to believe were all absolutely genuine, though I knew it was difficult for some to put on their happiest of faces. The Hosts began to take their spots around the room, and I gestured for the ladies to enter the room, extending my arm and bowing slightly, my other arm at my waist; I was quite skilled in being gentlemanly.

Once all of the lovely ladies had entered the room, I shut the doors most of the way, leaving them slightly cracked for anyone who might want to join a bit later, as the Club did go on for quite a bit of time. It did tend to take a good amount of time for us to get to each and every one of our guests. I took my seat on one of the long couches, where a few of my regulars were sitting, waiting for me. "I apologize, my sweet ladies, for making you wait, but a Prince does have his duties," I said, sighing as if I were exasperated, and my guests collectively gave an "Awwww!" while one said "You're so thoughtful!" and another swooned with an "Oh, Shigure! You must be exhausted!" while simultaneously offering me a cup of tea. I sighed in appreciation. [color=5d60a1]"Thank you, ladies, thank you. You're all too terribly sweet!"[/color] I took the cup of tea from the one girl's hands, a Second Year by the name of Reina, and clasped her delicate hands within my own. "My sweet Reina, you're too kind," I said softly, my face close to hers. "But, please, my dear, don't cater to me. I, as a Host, am here to serve you." The girls around me squealed with delight as usual when I were to say something to heartfelt and caring.

An unfamiliar face entered the room, though I recognized her as a Second Year by the name of "Ai" from what I could vaguely remember, though I could have sworn she usually kept to herself, so I never would have expected her to show up in a place such as the Host Club, where socializing was a huge part of what went on. I stood, excusing myself politely from my guests, and made my way over to the doors, opening them just a bit as to allow for the quiet, seemingly timid girl to enter. "Welcome to the Host Club, my dear lady. I am Shigure, the Host Club's Prince!" I said enthusiastically, motioning
for her to enter the room, though she seemed to react slightly odd to me introducing myself.

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Ichiro stood dumbfounded that this new, foreign girl had fallen prety to the Host Club. They've gotten everyone?! he thought to himself, continually more and more disgusted with the Host Club. "I'm Camila, by the way. I never got your name." Ichiro wasn't even sure if he wanted to give her his name, especially if she was going to be associating herself with the Host Club. He wasn't exactly interested in people who wanted to waste their time on such ridiculous, unnecessary things. "Uh, Ichiro," he said rather dryly. "I can't believe you're just another Host Club airhead." With that, he huffed and turned away, walking the opposite way down the hall.

What an absolute joke... he thought to himself. I need to figure out a way to take down the Host Club once and for all. First I need to figure out who else doesn't like the Host Club... Where to start...?

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The doors of Music Room 3 opened before her eyes, and Kyo could feel them sparkling with excitement. Shigure greeted them, motioning for the many ladies to enter, a typical Shigure greeting. Kyo smiled brightly as she passe Shigure, practically making a B-line for Yuki, her favourite host, a cup of peppermint tea in her hands, Yuki's favourite. He was just so adorable, and Kyo couldn't help but make goo-goo eyes at him. He was so sweet and thoughtful, and he was truly a quite wonderful artist. Kyo always wondered how he was so talented. She set the cup down before Yuki, smiling ever-so cheerfully. "What're you sketching today, Yuki?" Kyo asked, her hands under her thighs as she sat on the edge of her seat.

Kyo almost couldn't handle how adorable Yukio looked today, and she realized she was staring again. Ohnonono... I'm staring again! Kyo thought to herself, immediately moving her eyes to look down at her knees, her cheeks flushing and turning pink. Ohnono... Yuki probably thinks I'm such a weirdo! I'm so stupid! Yuki was the one person that could make Kyo feel flustered in any way. She was usually very put together and strong-minded. Two of the main things that drew Kyo to Yuki in the first place was his love of art and cute things. Maybe that's why she felt so odd around him. They had things in common, something she couldn't normally find in a boy.

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"Ow.. Ow..." Iro mumbled as all of the women flooded in and he hobbled to his spot in Music Room 3. He sat down with a big sigh and looked as the girls scurried around the room. As the waves came in, he couldn't help but notice some new faces that hadn't been with them last year. Many of them first years, but some were classmates of his. His regulars came over and immediately asked why he was hobbling and in pain. "Well it's kind of a funny story, but you cant tell anyone!" Iro hushed the girls in vain over the incredibly chaotic room and leaned in to tell them the story.





Earlier that day

"Get ready to run!" Iro spoke with intermitten laughs in between while holding a small device. Since it was the beginning of the Host Club's sessions Iro wanted to get things started with a bang.... literally. As against the rules as it was, he had decided to smuggle in a medium sized string of firecrackers attached to a sensor. Iro decided he wanted to mess with some of the Cosmetologist club members as they came in to work on Tosh, so he placed the firecrackers in their makeup bag.

When the time came and the students were next to the bag, Iro carefully pressed the button connected to the sensor. A few seconds went by and.. nothing happened. Iro looked up inquisitively from behind his hidey-hole and started frantically pressing the button. The group of boys walked over to the bag as the students left again to get more supplies to cover Tosh's beautiful face, and make it more manly, and one of the boys opened the bag and picked up the string of firecrackers. "It's a dud!" He laughed and bounced it up and down.

"Put that down you idiot, it may still go off." Iro sneered and looked on in shock as the boy threw the firecrackers to another student in the group. Finally the boys threw the fireworks to Iro and Iro, being the fire safe pyromaniac he is, decided not to catch it. Sadly the crackers hit Iro in the leg and connected a circuit that had become loose and started going off. The explosions wrapped around his leg and burned the pants leg slightly. "Run!" Iro yelled and felt the slight singe on his leg, hobbling off to the Host Club's opening, laughing in tears.





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"It didn't go as plan, but it's a good story!" He laughed rubbing his leg a bit and took some sour taffy that one of his guests had made for him. He smiled his kind smile and popped the candy into his mouth, Too sour!! I can't spit it out though! Ah! He smiled and swallowed the candy discretely looking up to the door. Hmm. The crowd's pretty sparse today, I wonder if anyone new will come and see me today?
He smiled a slight smile, with very little hope that anyone new will stumble in those doors just for him.

Some of the girls looked at him questioningly, noticing he wasn't his normal overtly confident self. "Are you okay hon?" One asked and Iro smiled a big, but false, smile taking her hands in his.

"Why wouldn't I be? I'm surrounded by the people I care about!" He laughed as the girls swooned. He knew this was a lie, but he had to keep up the facade of an average "host". They each started talking about their own hobbies, but Iro was lost in thought and was only half listening. Of course, why wouldn't I be..?

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Hisashi smiled, silently greeting many of the girls with a gentle smile. He extended a hand, holding out a lavender rose.

"Welcome to the Host Club," his voice was warm. Just like how he had practiced with Morinozuka.

He handed one of the roses to a bright, bubbly girl. She squealed, Hisashi guessing she liked the gesture. He lead the girls towards a table, then grabbing a tea set from the kitchen. He served the three girls, silent as he listened to them talk. Finally, one of the girls asked him a question.

"Hisa-senpai, why don't you talk more? You're always quiet."

Hisashi thought on this a while before speaking, "I like listening to others. If I talk too often, I don't get to hear your voice. And your voice is something I wish to cherish, for who knows when I'll ever hear it again."

The girls, naturally, squealed as they gushed over how honest and kind he was. He chuckled a little to himself, as they seemed to talk about their days. He listened well, Hisashi enjoying the chatter and making sure to let them know he was listening. This was how it was with most of the guests that came to visit with him. Many were kind, one even giving him a small bear keychain to show her appreciation of a good chat. He smiled softly, thinking a bit as the girls giggled and chatted.

I'm thankful for this club. I can make others happy, even when I can't be.

"Excuse me a moment, ladies." He stood and went to Yukio. He pulled out the keychain, thinking it might fit Yukio better. He simply held out his hand, the cutesy keychain perfectly fitting in the palm of his hand.

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A gasp left Camila's lips at Ichiro's insult. An airhead? Who did this boy think he was?

As she watched Ichiro walk away, Camila let out an exasperated groan. She mentally cursed her parents, especially her mother who was the one who insisted that she attended this specific school and signed her up for Host Club. Camila wouldn't forgive her if the Host Club ended up being a drag-- the last thing she needed was her reputation being destroyed without her even having a say about it. Closing her eyes, she tightened her grip on her notebook and took a deep breath. Don't get ahead of yourself. He could just be rude. It's all going to be fine and you're going to enjoy it.

In that moment, she heard the bell ring. Now she was late and she still had to stop by her locker, which was a little further down the hall.

So, this is how Camila arrived late to her first Host Club meeting. She was usually a punctual person but they didn't have clubs per say in her old school, so it wasn't necessarily out of context for Camila to see it as no big deal to be a little late. Of course, this meant she missed the introduction and how everyone broke into their little groups.

When she finally reached the door, the hall behind her was empty. Camila peeked inside for a brief second before stepping in, her eyes taking in the large room. To someone who had no idea how this was run, the whole spectacle appeared a little chaotic. And immediately, she noticed there was clearly a disproportioned ratio of girls to guys. How odd, not that she wasn't used to being around girls.

Unsure of what to do, she moved over to the nearest circle, where Iro and Satoru were speaking. She was only able to listen to the redhead's last question: "Now ladies does any of you want to tell stories from your break? I'd love to hear them all."

From the back of the small group, Camila looked over at the other girls. What was going on?

Not being one to stay quiet, Camila spoke up. But she wasn't about to tell her story from break. She needed some answers. "Hi. Uh, I'm new. I was just wondering if I needed to sign in somewhere? I really don't know what I'm supposed to be doing, sorry."

Camila heard two or three of the girls giggle; she wasn't sure if it was because of her strong foreign accent -which she would be extremely bothered if that was the reason- or because of her slightly widened eyes and her lost expression.

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Iro rolled his eyes at the notion of his brother would tend to him. "Really? Last time you did that we both ended up with the flu for two weeks!" Iro chuckled and put his hand on his brother's shoulder in a reaffirming way. When the giggles finally settled Iro noticed a young lady who looked almost like she was lost.

She spoke in timidly in a heavy Spanish accent, which Iro gave a soft smile. Unfortunately some of the more pretentious girls, as this school was full of them, snickered at the oddity of an accent. Iro's smile turned sour, but as his eyes met the girl's it softened again. "¡Hola! ¿Cómo estás?" He spoke with heavy Irish accent and smiled as their eyes met and he gave an outstretched hand. "You see I originally spoke English like an Irishman, French like a Belgian, and Japanese like a... well, Japanese person. There's nothing wrong with an accent, I had one for a long time!" He gave her a reassuring look and took her hand, It was soft and very small.

"Why did you have those accents Iro?" One of the guests asked as Iro offered the girl a seat next to him and across from Satoru. "Well when Satoru and I were young we had a nanny that I became very close to, She was a young Irish linguist working for my parents and offered to take care of the two of us when we were young. She and I became very close. So with our time together she taught me a few languages that she had learned over the years." He loved that woman while they were all together, but then she had to move on to continue her career in linguistics. He turned his attention back to his newest guest.

"So are you the new foriegn student that was put here on your third year? I would've expected a year or two ago, but now is a bit difficult!" He laughed and looked down at his feet. For some reason his leg was shaking, he didn't feel the pain, and his heart was pounding. I haven't been like this since my first guest! My very first year, can't believe that was just a few years ago. He smiled a big and strangely genuine smile, as this moment reminded him of one of the greatest moments he had ever experienced, and he frankly didn't know what was causing it.

"So, What's your name Ms. Foreign Student? I am Iro Miyamoto, this is my little brother Satoru, and this is the Host Club!" He motioned around the beautiful room that seemed like utter chaos with people running around. "I can introduce you to anyone and anything here!"

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Her eyes turned to the boy in the front and was surprised to be greeted in Spanish. Camila looked down at the hand and frowned slightly. She wasn't exactly sure what was going on and let out a little welp as she felt her hand being taken and moved to the front. She immediately felt her cheeks redden and cursed at herself. This soft-speaking person was not Camila. And back in her old school, no one would've laughed at her. It felt terrible to start brand new but it seemed that at least this boy was willing to try and make her feel welcomed.

Camila sat silently, listening to the boy as he answered a girl's question. They were all swooning and a quick look around the room showed Camila that they weren't the only ones with that expression. They looked like the girls in her old school whenever they met with the all-boys schools for dances and special occasions. It made Camila want to giggle at the thought, but she held it back, not wanting it to seem like she was laughing at them. She had been one of those girls too at one point before she had met Santiago, and Camila knew that it wouldn't be right to judge them.

Her blue eyes turned back to the boy, who had begun to address her once again. The boy's question couldn't help but sadden her, but his bright smile seemed so sincere that Camila couldn't help but return it. Iro... her eyes turned to the other red-head, who she assumed was Sakuro.

"I'm Cam--" Camila stopped, hearing how soft and weak her voice had come out, like earlier when she asked what she should do. That soft-spoken person wasn't Camila; she always spoke with confidence and loud enough to be heard. Of course, it was hard to feel this confidence in a room full of new people and not back at her school, where she had known most girls since she was around seven. Clearing her throat, she started again, this time her voice more leveled, "I'm Camila. It's nice to meet you all. And yes, this transition was... unexpected. We're actually in the middle of the school year back in Spain."

Her eyes flickered to the other girls for a brief second. "So, what does Host Club do? I thought this was going to be a music club considering the name of the room. I was starting to worry that my mother set me up to play the piano for the chorus or something. It really isn't my forte," she said, ending with a soft chuckle. She did know how to play the piano, but after years of private lessons, it was clear to everyone else except her parents that she was no musical prodigy. So instead of practicing dance and soccer, which were things she was actually good at, Camila had to waste countless hours each month practicing a skill she would never perfect.

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  1. OOC: This is possible the last post until I get back my vacation. So depending how much you guys move on, I can always make some excuse for him to disappear for longer than just fetching candy :D

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Satoru just shook his head with a smile. While it was true he had caused more harm than good, he had at least tried his best. He seemed to relax as Iro wrapped his arm around his shoulders. Before he had time for come back he heard a soft voice. "Hi. Uh, I'm new. I was just wondering if I needed to sign in somewhere? I really don't know what I'm supposed to be doing, sorry."

It was Iro who spoke first and Satoru couldn’t not be noticing how different Iro acted from usual. He seemed happy. And not ‘I’ll clue smile on my face for the guests’ happy, but more genuine. Something Satoru couldn't remember almost ever seeing. At least not in situation like this. “If this girl has made him happy I should make sure she’ll became our regulars.” He turned his attention back to the girl. "So, what does Host Club do? I thought this was going to be a music club considering the name of the room. I was starting to worry that my mother set me up to play the piano for the chorus or something. It really isn't my forte,"

“Well my dear, while the sign says music room, this has been long unused. Until Host club came along. We’re here for you and only for you. It’s our pleasure to entertain our guests.” The lines flowed smoothly, it had become a habit. Every time a new guest would come along, he’d said almost exactly same words. “Now m’lady Camille,” Satoru didn’t even realize he was mispronouncing her name as he had been thinking his brothers behaviour instead “don’t worry about your duties, but enjoy some tea.” he smiled at Camila and then turned at Iro. “I think this special occasion needs some sweets also, don’t you? Our first guest, with such a lovely accent, from overseas” he smirked knowing Iro couldn’t resist candy when there was some. The other girls muttered either for not getting attention or more likely, Satorus note of Camila's accent. “No worries ladies, no worries! I will get some for everyone! While you dear brother can keep them company.” He winked and left. “Don’t mess up your chance Iro.”

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Always with that M'lady crap. Iro laughed a bit, remembering how if anyone else had used that with a normal woman they'd be rejected as fast as possible. Iro had never said anything because it seemed to work, even though the two weren't exactly social butterflies. "Right Camila, that technically is the answer we're supposed to provide you; "We're here for you and only you, it is our pleasure to entertain our guests.. Yada Yada Yada.." Iro laughed rubbing the back of his neck due to him being uncomfortable giving the cookie-cutter answer to any guest. "But I think of it a bit differently. While I believe I am here to serve you, there's a lot of people that ask for my time. So I try to make everyone feel as important and welcome as they possibly can. We provide a service at the cost of time, entertainment, like any other club. It's a really good way for us to come out of our proverbial shells, because if any of you know me outside of the club; I'm just a guy who's willing to treat people decently as often as I can." He chuckled as a few of his regulars nodded in agreement and laughed.

"I think we're all just normal guys, some less so than others," Iro motioned around the room to some of the more eccentric hosts and followed up with, "but I believe that making our guests happy in and out of the club is what we're all about." Iro looked around the room and gave a soft smile, everyone seemed so happy and that was the main purpose of the club. I haven't believed that ideal in years. Hmm, this year sure is starting... different.

Iro then remembered the musical side of the group, however small it was. He looked at his guitars, the piano the room shared, and the various other instruments belonging to the various hosts. "Iro seems to be the only musician in the club that I've seen." A girl remarked causing a few others to giggle.

"No no no. I'm just the one that's... the most diverse." He laughed knowing the Shigure would totally beat him in a battle of fiddles and Hisashi plays the classical Erhu far more competently. "No I don't think I should play right now, maybe toward the end if you all stay that long." He chuckled and gave an apologetic smile to the group for not giving them just what they wanted at that moment. It would be odd to start when the class was this chaotic.

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Camila flinched a little when she heard her name being mispronounced. It's not his fault, she told herself, It's a Spanish name, They're not used to them. At least it appeared that he was trying to be nice as well.

Satoru's explanation of the club was still a bit confusing for someone who would've never guessed a club like this existed, but Iro's extension helped Camila understand the club a little more. It sure did seem like a nice way to socialize, but Camila couldn't help but find it odd. She wasn't used to sharing boys, really. She always required that the boy invested his full attention on her and she would do the same. It had been like that with the guys from the all-boys school and obviously with Santiage, who was the only boy Camila had ever considered to be a boyfriend since the boys from the other school would only be allowed to see her once a week at most for a few, heavily supervised hours.

But Camila didn't say anything. It wasn't her place and anyways, she should give the club a sincere try; she could meet great people here and, in her state, she needed to make friends and find her clique.

At least Iro and Sakuto seemed friendly for the moment. Not knowing of the pranks the boys did, however, Camila couldn't help but think that they were rather tame for the social group she was used to having outside of school back in Spain. At the mention of other boys in the Host Club, Camila looked around for a moment and held back a giggle. Yes, there were definitely some flamboyant boys around.

"No I don't think I should play right now, maybe toward the end if you all stay that long."

At the mention of Iro playing an instrument himself, Camila smiled softly at him. "Perhaps I can join you?" she suggested, "I'm no Chopin, but I would love to try out a piece with you."

Camila glanced over to where Satoru had disappeared, "And tea does sound nice. Do you guys have fruit iced tea here in Japan, by any chance?"

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Satoru couldn't help but laugh in his mind. It had taken him a bit more time than it should to get the sweets but as he had seen the candy he couldn't help himself to start a little prank. It wasn't a grand major plan. Just more of entertainment for girls.

As Satoru had filled a bowl with some sweets, he had noticed another pack of sour candy back of the drawer. He had taken few of those sour candies and wrapped them into the wrappers from sweeter candy. They weren't exactly alike, but close enough, so he hoped Iro wouldn't notice it. Of course he wasn't planning to let the girls don't eat them. Only for Iro. He hid two fake ones into his hand and headed back.

Once he arrived to Iro and all their quests, he placed the bowl on the side table and seemingly grabbed two candies from it. “Sweets for sweet girls” he smirked and opened one of the candies eating it himself as not to make it look suspicious. It wasn't his favourite but kept straight face not to spoil it. He then opened the other sour one and hold it out for Iro. “And one for my sweet brother.”

He was excited to see if it would work. They didn't usually prank each other but this how ever had been too good chance to pass.

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Hisashi the company of the girls before time was up. They had enjoyed the cake Koichi and Yukio made, Hisashi not really being one to judge any cooking as he lacked the skill to. Yet, he enjoyed it much more as it was made by friends. If he were allowed to call them friends, that is. The girls chatted all the while, only guessing at what Hisashi could be guessing at. All were rather charming guesses, though none of them were particularly true. Soon the girls ate their cake, having many "Goobye!"s and "Thank you, Hisa-kun!"s. He smiled slightly, before noticing a change in mood. Koichi seemed to be tired, a little worn for wear. He quietly stood, seeing as no one would be coming for a while.

He walked over to Koichi's table, his eyes quietly encouraging his fellow Host as he knelt down slightly. Being tall meant the ridiculousness of needing to stoop down to grab things all the time. It would never escape him. He looked at Koichi in the eye, holding out a strong and slim hand. He felt his heart padder a bit harder than usual, he never really considered how Koichi was handsome. Hisashi mentally smacked himself, this was no time to be staring. It was time to help lighten the burden.

"Can I take these plates for you?" His voice came out a bit more honeyed than intended, making his cheeks color a tad. A few of the girls at a different table squealed, looking over.
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