Post by mango sago on Oct 12, 2015 21:03:09 GMT -5
Yvonne thought for a moment, her head tilted to one side, long ponytail curling neatly over her right arm, which rested on the picnic table. Ah, what am I doing? she thought, shaking her head and standing. I might as well drop over to the boxing booth. I need to see how the second-in-command's doing... With long yet nonchalant strides, she cut through the lawn, leaves above rippling and casting bright splotches of light on the soft grass below. She crushed the tender blades of grass under a heel as she walked past, deep in thought. Did I bring my yukata? Suppose I didn't? Well, I did bring my kimono, but it's awfully hot... she pondered, clutching and unclutching a fist. She frowned, What am I thinking? Just wear anything I want...like usual...jeez. However, she chewed on her tongue, still skimming her memory for where she put her nice silk yukata.
"Oh, I suppose the dorms? As I said before, he really doesn't come out very often if not for some work..." He clucked his tongue and ran a finger down a list of notes written on the student. "He's a hawk, lives on the sixth floor." He squinted at a smudge on the paper. It was supposed to be his room number. "Err, can you read this?" He asked, turning back to other girl, who was jogging to catch up. He rubbed his left eye with the back of his hand and offered a smile. "I guess the head smudged it when she was writing it."
The cold water felt great against his face. Drying himself off with a white plush towel, Katashi let out a breath and walked back into his room, throwing out the lolipop stick. Soda flavor was the best, he had thought happily before he laid back on the bed. Searching the small phone to see if there were any interesting battles going on, he didn't find much. There was an unofficial battle between two students, perhaps second-years, taking place in the arena, and a double somewhere else between four freshmen who hadn't found their abilities yet. It was still only the first day, and yet they seemed to be pretty pumped. Katashi noted that the Bunka no Hi festival would be in a couple of hours. Perhaps four to six? It didn't really matter much to him, anyway.
"Eh? Is that okay? I've never visited the boy's dorms before." Ayako had always assumed that someone who belonged to the girls' dorm building wasn't allowed to enter the other. But then again, the students were never really informed much about that. "Ah, I think it might read... 625? 636? Something along those lines, I think!" Of course she'd be no real help, anyway.
"Yeah, it really is. It'd be a pretty tough year if you weren't able to settle in within a short amount of time." He had said, giving her a smile. Satoshi was thankful everything was still where it was last year. He had found the materials rather quickly, including a few rolls of casting tape, each with a different color. "Pink, blue, red, or green?" he asked, holding them up.
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Post by mango sago on Oct 14, 2015 21:02:59 GMT -5
She walked through the grove of sickeningly rosy pink trees and found herself in a war zone. At least, it seemed like it. Shouts were being carried through by the wind, punctured by the occasional drilling of a power tool and other chatter by first years who came early. The boxing booth, amongst a few others, were mostly set up. She stopped once she reached the front, hair swinging down her back and arms crossed charismatically. "Good morning." She greeted simply. Activity and argument ceased, the students turning towards her with expressions of respect tinged with fear... or vice versa. Some bowed, some froze, but the second-in-command leapt from the cage to come and meet her. "Ah, senpai. You have come to check on the booth?" The taller boy asked, with a tinge of innocent excitement. This was a rare occurrance. "Yes, everything seems to be in order..." She said, scanning the still faces of the members. "How is it being run this year?"
"Oh? Alright, I suppose I'll check them both." He laughed, shrugging. "...and I'm sure that it's alright. As long as you're with me, I suppose it's okay." Honestly, he wasn't sure. But at Yamaguchi, some rules weren't too closely followed, and teachers let it slide. They would just hope that this was one of them. Slowing his pace, he walked alongside the younger girl. "Just be a little more sensitive, I suppose. He's a little unstable beecause of his break up with the second-in command..." He sucked in a sharp breath of realization. Like has been mentioned before, he wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer.
Seizing this opportunity, Mai charged for Kanon and swung a punch for his ribs. She didn't use all the force she could muster, hoping to not break a rib or two of his, but if it was too much force anyway and she did break his ribs, well, there wasn't much she could do. If any damage like that happened, it would hopefully only be a fracture instead of a break.
Katashi had time to spare. Should he take a nap? Paint something? It was too early to go back and he kind of felt strange just staying for twenty or so minutes and then heading out. He would go help set up his club's booth in an hour. It was easy to recruit members for the Art Club, as the candidates would just come to them. They never needed to do anything particularly flashy to attract members. It was a convenience for him, he supposed. Setting the alarm, he lay on his bed, eyes open wearily.
Ayako nodded, tagging along, their strides matching. Well, almost. She felt sympathetic for the stranger Masaru spoke of, and the concern was evident in her voice. "I could help if anything comes up," she had said, wondering what the guy would be like. Although he did seem to sound a little scarier than what was intended, perhaps. First impressions matter, she supposed, her lips pursed.
Post by mango sago on Oct 16, 2015 21:39:04 GMT -5
"Ah, same as usual. Overly confident tough guys and girls try to beat me up. We choose the ones that try the hardest." He said, stretching his fingers with a cheeky grin. From a corner where they were setting up, some of the seniors could be heard giggling, while other second years hung their head. Yvonne allowed herself a steely smile. "I suppose that's alright. Stops us from having too many members, anyways." She spoke, pacing. "Ah, anyhow. That seems in order. Just, where's the sign-up sheet?" She paused, arching a sharp eyebrow at the third year, who looked overjoyed at the question "I've been wanting you to ask! Look, here, here." He scurried over to some sort of control panel a little ways in front of the booth. "It's all digitalized, see? Some special effects team member came over to help us. Said he had another engagement, but didn't want to go." His fingers pressed a couple of buttons in rapid succession, bringing up a holographic panel.
"Ah, he's really quite a decent guy, but somewhat of a weeaboo. He spends all his time on a computer and cares little about anything else. He's really talented, though. Powerful, too." He tapped his pen against his mouth, pulled into a tight-lipped smile, thinking for a brief moment. "He might be a little cold, but he's normally quite an understanding guy... I might have to call the second in command to leave the site for a brief period of time, though..." He whipped out a phone, a rather feminine pink flower charm hanging from it. He tapped in the phone number hurriedly, but, noticing the charm, quickly shoved it back into his bag, flustered. It continued to dial, but he ignored it, even when it went through to the second in command. "Er, mom gave it to- birthday mine-- eheh..." He stammered.
The silence was eerie. Katashi assumed he was the only person on the floor, let alone the entire dorm building. The others were out socializing, or at least that's what he thought. And yet he was still in his room, snug under the plush white sheets of his dorm bed. They smelled nice, having been cleaned the day before the students came back for another year of school. It didn't matter if he slept through the morning, right? It's not like there was someone waiting on him or anything like that. What a selfish thought. He assumed that he would be back up by lunch, anyway.
"Eeh? He sounds a lot like my brother," The girl said, scratching her head. She watched Masaru take out his phone and a small glittering object caught her eye. Pink keychain! She looked on with a ruffled expression as he tried to undo that action by putting it away. "Come on, be a man!" Ayako scolded lightly, laughing at the same time. She slipped the phone back out of his bag and handed it to him. However feminine the thing was, it certainly wasn't bad taste! "It's tote cute!" she added with a humorously sassy tone, flashing a comical V sign at the older boy. Shaking her head and waving her hand with a pout, she tried to hurry him up with a smile.
Kanon bit his lip. It would be fun to continue sparring, but he hadn't gotten to listen to music today, and his iPod was right there in his pocket! Maybe he could just wait, watch Mai and Kouki spar a little, and then rejoin. He really needed to rest a little, and besides, he also wanted to clean up. Kicking up the dust storm caused little bits of dust and dirt to fly everywhere; in his clothes, his hair, on his glasses... yeah.
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Kouki narrowed his eyes at Kanon, not moving from where he was above the Arena. He took the other boy's hesitation as a sign of weakness, really. Too bad; he wasn't doing half bad against Mai. "Fine, give up then." He said bluntly, pushing himself off from the railing he was sitting on. He landed on the Arena floor lightly, bending his knees just enough to absorb the impact. He had regained the little breath he lost ages ago, and was ready to continue the fight.