<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ini4gN5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Erica Weaver<br/><strong>Location:</strong>back in the classroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kanbaru Tsukihi<br/><br/><hr/><br/>That curt, vague answer caused Erica to deflate a little bit. Truth be told, she had a pretty sour track record at this point with trying to meet new people and get in their good graces. Half this class seemed to be filled with either socially awkward introverts, or students who were just outright hostile towards her. She could tell herself over and over again that it was their problem and that she wasn't at fault, but at this point, how long could she really work with that excuse? While she wouldn't look upset or anything, it did look like the American girl would level out a little bit as she edged backwards in her desk, and spoke in a far more level tone of voice.<strong>"E-heh... Come on... You can give me more than that, can't you? I'm just trying to start up a conversation here... How about this? If you don't wanna answer, just ask me whatever you like. Just... you know... be ready to answer the same question afterwards... Does that work?"</strong>She ran a hand through her hair, having learned during her year over in America that trying to talk about herself too much during the early phases of a conversation was a no-go. That was part of the reason for why she'd gotten so excited, and poured so many questions and statements onto Tsuki. It was an over compensation for what she'd already learned from her past failures... Though it seemed that her new approach wasn't working at all, either...<br/><br/>Meeting new people was hard! But damned if she wasn't going to keep trying. Her eyes would show a bright, genuine, eager light to them while she waited for Tsuki's response, the American girl genuinely trying to put her best foot forward with making a good first impression, and potentially breaking the ice between the two of them. After all, what was the point of her even making the trip over to Japan if she was going to fail time and time again to actually make legitimate Japanese friends? Sure, she had gotten plenty of attention and admiration from the male students since her arrival here, and while the admiration was nice, it didn't quite feel right to her. It might have been a silly thing to think about, but she wanted to make at least *one* genuine friend! On that front, she'd been met with nothing but failure after failure since her arrival here.<br/><br/>Regardless of her inner musings, she'd keep that bright, sincere smile focused towards Tsuki, though she wouldn't be quite as loud or pushy anymore after Tsuki had managed to push back the initial wave.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/nuH8MJN.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Narita Hayato<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School Grounds<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nobody yet, passing interest in Matsumoto and Tachibana<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Hayato's eyes snapped open, the alarm that had been screaming and wailing for the last fifteen minutes to try and get his attention had finally accomplished it's goal. His gaze would pivot towards the small LED lights, causing him to curse gently as he reached over and turned off the device. "Damn it, I overslept..." He would mutter as he quickly got himself out of bed, It was already 5:30! He was already well behind on his morning schedule, he should have started his morning run fifteen minutes ago. Every morning before school, Hayato liked to go out for a 5 kilometer run on a route he'd figured out along the sidewalks and the streets of his house. Not only was it a great way to wake himself up and shake off any hint of exhaustion he might have, but it was also very acceptable cardio that he would be able to slip in before school so that he could focus the entirety of his post-school workout on the rest of his physique, as well as partake in boxing practice to the fullest of his ability since he would have a full school day of rest beforehand. Well, that was the usual plan anyway, but Hayato was behind schedule... As punishment for his laziness, and inability to get out of bed in time... He'd just have to sprint the whole thing to make up for lost time. He was quick to change into his sweat pants and his hoodie, throwing on his running shoes before taking off out the door. He could feel his legs groan in pain, the sore limbs already starting to show signs of wanting to surrender after just a few meek steps... Damn it, why did this sort of thing always have to happen right after leg day?<br/><br/>About fifteen to seventeen minutes later, Hayato would be returning to his house, gasping for breath as he stumbled awkwardly to a stop and put his palm against the door... He'd been able to make up for lost time alright, but that didn't make the run any more enjoyable. Sweat dripped from his every pore, and he felt as though he was on the verge of crumbling down to the floor right there at his front door... It was an exhilarating feeling, one that made him feel truly alive. He'd recollect his bearings, finally dropping his hood as he made his way back into his house. He'd swipe the water bottle that he always left resting strategically by the door, and take a heavy swig as he made his way back up to the second floor and started his shower. By the time he was out of the shower and dressed in his uniform, it was now 6:15, and he had successfully been able to make up for all that lost time he'd sacrificed before his run. He'd make his journey back downstairs, now refreshed and ready to tackle the day.<br/><br/>Mother was away on business again, it was the norm now that the school year had started. She often took the opportunity to take on a few jobs that would keep her out of the house and bring in some extra money, seeing as how now both of her kids were going to be out of the house for most of the regular day anyway. It didn't really bother Hayato all that much, she had to do what was best for the family, and he was confident that he could take care of things until she got home. With one hand he would reach over and click on the stove, while the other tossed half of a mango into the blender. At this point, it was just another average morning.<br/><br/>As was to be expected, about an hour later his sister would come stomping down the stairs, rubbing her eyes and groaning as she smelled the all too familiar scent of eggs sizzling over a stove. Hayato would look up towards her, the older brother unable to hide back an amused smile at how she could only just now be crawling out of bed.<strong>"Morning, Yuki."</strong>He'd say as he tossed a few plates out. Yuki, meanwhile, merely sat down  and looked over, frowning a little as her eyes focused on a strange, beige liquid substance in a plastic bottle. "Hayato... What is that?" Hayato put on a proud smile, tossing all of the used pots and pans into the sink. He'd prepare the meals, and Yuki would clean up the dishes afterwards, that was their time honored agreement from years gone passed, and it had yet to let either of them down.<strong>"Oh, that? It's my power formula."</strong>"Power... Formul- AAAUGH! EW! IT SMELLS LIKE PASTE!" Hayato looked backwards, catching Yuki in the act as she quickly went about screwing the lid back onto the bottle and pushed it off to the side. Of course she would think it was disgusting, his masterful combination of fruit, electrolytes, and protein supplements was likely to repulse any sane person who was looking more for taste than functionality. However, Hayato was quite fond of it, seeing as how he could nearly<em>feel</em>the weakness leaving his body with every sip.<strong>"Yeah? That's just the smell of progress, Yuki."</strong>"You're a psychopath, Hayato..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Breakfast was eaten, banter was had, and the two siblings found themselves well on their way to school. As was to be expected, Yuki darted off ahead when she saw a few of her friends, while Hayato simply took his time with the trip, wasn't like he had anywhere to be anyway. Classes were fairly mundane, he'd spend his time listening, taking notes, doing all the things expected of him. He was no exceptional scholar, and he most certainly wasn't at the top of the class, but he could sustain a B average fairly comfortably. Nothing exceptional there, certainly nothing noteworthy. When lunch time came, he would make his way down to the cafeteria, not because he needed to pick up anything to eat, he usually ended up skipping out on lunch so that he could get a better workout after school. Rather, he was always on the lookout for new talent, new raw potential that could potentially excel within the power club.<br/><br/>The Power club was still a relatively small group, numbering in about five or six motivated, dedicated students seeking to further their own strength, whatever that might be. During his time in the cafeteria, he took a seat against the far wall so that he could get a better look at those around him. While scouting potential students, he would cast a sideways glance over towards the pair of underclassmen nearby, listening in on their conversation quietly while he kept most of his focus on surveying the crowd of the cafeteria. Embarrassing as it was to say, Hayato was a pretty nosy guy, it was a trait he had picked up due to his somewhat overbearing desire to always be a mentor at all times.