<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/greenhairtwo_zps07a186b7.jpg)</div>Name: Chiharu Nishihara<br/>Time: After School<br/>Location: ES Club<br/>Tagging: Ian, Adelaide, Open<br/>Notes: The Indignities of Office<br/><hr/><br/>The things one had to do as Class Representative. It was somewhere between irritating and ridiculous that Chiharu, had to come here to Ian Kenton's latest brainchild/insane whim. But<em>someone</em>had to be the responsible adult or nearest facsimile, and that someone - as always - just happened to have to be her. Walking through the door with a certain grace and sense of purpose masking whatever else she might have been feeling, she strode to the nearest chair at the table and took a seat, neatly folding her hands on the brown skirt in front of her. She wordlessly examined the collection of the objects on the table and tried to hypothesize what they might be doing there. Although trying to attribute logical motivations to anything Ian may have done was, in her very exasperated experience, an exercise in frustration.<br/><br/>Turning to the girl next to her, she noted, "I suppose you're here for the club as well? I am Chiharu Nishihara. It is a pleasure to meet you." Which was more a formality than anything else, since Chiharu Nishihara, Class 3-D Representative par excellence, was as well known in her way as Ian was in his. And much like him, opinion of her was decidedly mixed. But Chiharu didn't do what she did to be liked; she did what she did to maintain order, both in her own life, and in the school around her. And that was a never ending battle.<br/><br/>Case in point - the club president falling backwards into his own supply closet. With a sigh Chiharu rose and made her way to the closet door. "You know, Ian," she commented drily as she pulled him out, "there's a certain decorum you need to observe if you are going to serve in any sort of leadership position. If you insist on following through with this...<em>organization</em>... you should at least try and lead it competently." She glanced askance as she pulled, not quite meeting his eye, once again asking herself exactly why she was the one who had to come here in the first place. It wasn't as if there weren't enough other clubs that could use her guidance. It was just that this one... well it would probably need more help than most.