Present day: Fifth of May 2015 - Tuesday<br/>Present time: 12:32, lunchtime commencing<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/17v4Yxv.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tamashï Karada<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It had been almost eighty years of neglect, but the tides were changing. Almost forgotten deity Tamashï Karada had been in slumber for many years. The factory that had been built on top of his holy ground had suffered early losses during world war 2, being carpet-bombed for then to just be left be, having too much heavy machinery left within it for anyone to bother clearing it out.<br/><br/>Yet, tides were changing. While his shrine was not being rebuilt, something new that he could appreciate more than an old factory falling apart. A school would be built, a school with students. While it wasn't the same as being appreciated again, it would be enough to find some joy in, and maybe even enough to have his shrine risen again.<br/><br/>And so the picking process began. Knowing well that he would not be able to pick all too many of the students and involve them in his new little plaything, he proceeded to pick out the students he considered the most interesting out of them all. Maybe he would make additions later, but for this round, he pulled out those that he found the most interest in, and soon enough, they would get to know what it meant to neglect a god.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/AoGECMU.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kawaguchi Akira<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home > Second-year Classroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>None in particular.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was 3AM. Any person on a work-schedule would be sleeping at a time like this, but that sadly didn't mean everyone did. Trying to use her pillow to cover over her ears, Akira tried to put in a few valuable hours of sleep before the upcoming schoolday. However, it wasn't all that easy when the neighbors on the head-end of your bed were busy smashing bottles and shouting at one another. She had long given up on going over to tell them to shut the hell up, she wasn't that keen on getting sake-bottles thrown after her. In the end, she ended up using her feet, slamming them towards the wall. She was tempted to shout as well, but she didn't want to wake up her mother and stepfather. She was sure her mother would've understood, but her stepfather... Not so likely, he'd likely give her a firm slap and tell her to fuck off, if she was lucky anyways.<br/><br/>With the repeated knocks being ignored completely, Akira could do but sigh and turn over, hoping for it to eventually stop. Maybe, with some serious luck, they'd both hit one another in the back of the head with their respective bottles, knocking them out...<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Eventually the night passed, and Akira slowly managed to get out of bed. She had heard the alarm, but she hadn't managed to pull herself out of bed for a long time. Eventually though, without the alarm getting thrown on the floor, she got herself out of the bed and slumped down on the floor, sighing and looking up at the floor. She would miss the early morning train if she didn't get up soon, but ugh... In the end though, she did manage to get up, and after a bit of pondering, she had managed to get dressed in her uniform and slowly slumped out of the small bedroom and into the main areal of the small apartment, where her parents had their "bedroom". She wasn't met by the usual smiling mother this time granted. Normally, her stepdad would be out of the doors by now, but for some odd reason he wasn't. She was caught off-guard, and she quickly felt a pair of strong hands gripping around her neck. He was shouting at her, but she couldn't manage to pick up on what he said. It was something about the knocking, but any more than that she couldn't pick up on as she was more focused on landing a kick in his stomach before he chocked her to death. She doubted he'd ever go that far, but then again, she wasn't going to challenge faith.<br/><br/>After landing a few kicks, she finally managed to make the grip on her neck loosen and she was dropped to the floor, gasping for air between aggressive coughs.<br/><br/>Her stepfather said a few finishing words before landing a kick to her side for then to leave the room, going to work while she slowly got up. She lifted up her shirt to have a look at where he had hit her, and she could already see a growing bruise. With one final sigh, she started to think of a cover-story for why she had choke-marks on her neck while she made her lunch, not sharing a word with her mother. When done, she threw it into her bag, leaving for the door.<strong>"Real charm you got there... He's a keeper for sure"</strong>She mumbled, slamming the door while puffing up the collar of the shirt so it would hide over the marks.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Luckily she made it to school in time despite the morning ruckus, and the first few classes went by relatively well. She was lucky enough to not have anyone question the marks that she had managed to cover over with the collar of the shirt. And eventually, the bells rang in the end of the fourth period, leading in to the lunch break. Chairs were moved around to surround certain desks while some were traversing to the cafeteria to buy food there, some moved up to the roof to enjoy the warming sun.