<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/2EMDutE.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amane Marina<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hallways<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erica Weaver<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Erica shared her piece of the apologies, as to be expected. The girl seemed to have learned quite a lot from her stay - After all, as far as she knew, most westerners didn't even care to say sorry, let alone fully apologize. Granted, it would of course vary from person to person. Who's fault it was didn't really matter much, the important part was that it was excused.<br/><br/>After Erica had finished, Marina answered with a lighthearted shrug, making it easy to read it wasn't bothering her much. She started to slowly walk again, expecting Erica to follow along. After all, she had picked up on her question, so it seemed likely she wouldn't mind a short chat. The psychologist's office would be the parking lot and the hallways leading there, but it was fine, pulling her aside would just make people wonder what was going on. Just having a casual chat with someone, even a teacher, seemed far more natural than hiding away in one of the empty rooms.<br/><br/>She let Erica finish her short synopsis of what was bothering her as they reached the doors leading outside. Marina pushed open the doors with her free hand, holding it open with her back while taking a long sip from the mug while she let Erica follow along.<strong>"Who said you're the one doing something wrong?"</strong>Marina said, still keeping up the lighthearted smile as the stroll was directed towards the parking lot.<br/><br/><strong>"Maybe it's everyone else doing everything wrong, while you're the only one doing it right?"</strong>Marina further baited, stepping down from the sidewalk to the freshly paved asphalt, maneuvering in between minivans and oner typical Japanese cars. After all, everything was made around the idea of "efficiency", so they offered little ground as toys, but they were excellent as general use cars, having large trunk space, low cost engines and were overall pretty cheap as well.<br/><br/>Marina guided them through the sea of aforementioned minivans, ending their short walk by what could only be described as a black sheep in the area. Classic American muscle, seeing a Dodge Charger RT from the 70s between all the convenient minivans was a sight to behold, not to mention the bright silvery blower taking up the center of the hood. Considered the ultimate toy amidst car enthusiasts, especially those falling into the muscle-car group, the car was anything but subtle.<strong>"Keys, keys..."</strong>Marina mumbled, yet again rummaging her pockets using only her left hand, finding her keys - Yet again - in the last pocket she checked.<strong>"Where was I... Oh yeah, right. You shouldn't just think that you're the problem, I know you're not"</strong>Marina stated, placing the coffee-cup on the roof of the car as she unlocked the driver door, before crawling in, pulling out a folder from the glove room before closing the door again, locking it, and taking her coffee-cup. She proceeded to move over to the front of the car, sitting down on the black hood of the car.<br/><br/><strong>"That's not to say you can't do better of course, thinking you're doing everything perfect is the work of a fool. Acknowledge what you're doing right, and fix what can be improved upon"</strong>She let out a long sigh, before taking another sip of her coffee, looking at the coffee as she was slowly emptying the mug.<strong>"I don't know how far you've looked into the idol-culture that Japan has. Many are actually picked for their imperfections. Those that have a good premise, but there is a lot to work with as well. A large part of enjoying the idol-culture as a whole is getting to watch the idols develop from being fresh and insecure, to someone mastering their field, for then to be considered too good and being tossed away to make room for new members. Why don't you try that? Locate your imperfections and perfect them? You only have one year in Japan if I remember correctly, so why not try your very best to make this year of your life something special?"</strong><br/><br/>She crossed one leg over the other and placed the folder by her armpit, holding on to it as she rested her palm on the car as well.<strong>"Most Japanese will without doubt state that high-school is the final stage to adulthood, the last stage when you get to live without worries and just focus on having fun, making the best of it. It's not just another year of your life, it's what you make it into. So you should make something special out of it"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"But... I might just be rambling. I was homeschooled, so I wouldn't really know, but that's what I hear. I bet it would be more interesting to get some actual suggestions of what to do though, of which I have only two suggestions - Join a club, and be yourself. Don't pretend to be someone else just so people will like you. Keep up with your studies, find out the do's and don'ts, but keep on being yourself. Since you're a foreigner, people understand that your knowledge of both the culture and the language won't be perfect, so you have some leeway as long as you keep on trying. For which club to join though... Well I keep watch on the light musics club, so of course, I'm pretty much obliged to suggest it, though communication and accent might make it a bit well complicated..."</strong>She took a brief moment to study Erica's figure a bit closer, to get a better idea of what kind of physique she had.<strong>"How about the swimming team? It's a pretty reasonably sized club at this point, so making friends should be no problem, and your body looks like it's up for it"</strong>