Highschool of the Dead(IC)
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				Title: <strong>Highschool of the Dead(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 03:59:14</strong>
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				A common day in the city, people on their way to work, going about their daily activities, and other such things. They drive their cars, eat their breakfast, and go on about their lives, completely unaware of what was happening. The morning fog that had rolled in left just as quickly as it came. Somewhere in the city a woman walks into an alley. She's walking a bit tipsy, her body moving on her high heels. She stumbles down the alley moaning softly as if in pain. The poor homeless man sleeping in the alley doesn't see her until her mouth has descended on his throat tearing it open. The closest thing to a scream that came from the struggling man was a gurgle, his blood pumping from his system fast. Meanwhile, life outside the alley continues, the woman and her meal hidden by a dumpster, none of the people leaving either building around them noticing.
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				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 05:30:02</strong>
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				The school yard was abuzz with normal, before school activity.&nbsp; Akemi and Masami were together under a tree, gathered with a few of Akemi's friends.&nbsp; Masami didn't think of them as her friends, since Akemi was much more outgoing and social than she herself was.&nbsp; Akemi kept dragging Masami into the conversation though, and so the shy and reclusive girl was forced to join in the conversation.<br><br>It was sunny today, barely a cloud in the sky as the sun rose up into the sky.&nbsp; A few teachers were scattered about, keeping an eye on their young charges before they moved inside to begin.&nbsp; About five minutes to class, Akemi tapped Masami on the shoulder and said, "Come on, Masami-chan.&nbsp; It's time for class."<br><br>Timidly, Masami reached out to take Akemi's hand, which only made the other smile and grip it firmly.&nbsp; Together, they walked into the building, hand in hand, before they reached the intersection leading from the first year classrooms to the second year.&nbsp; Here, unfortunately, the two parted ways.&nbsp; Akemi gave Masami a gentle kiss on the cheek before saying, "I'll see you at lunch, Masami-chan.&nbsp; Under the tree like always."<br><br>Masami blushed a bit but gave Akemi a quick peck on the lips, "I will be there, Akemi-chan.&nbsp; I love you."<br><br>Akemi smiled even more and said, "And I love you, my little koneko."<br><br>The two parted ways, still under the impression this would be just another normal day.
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				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 06:42:24</strong>
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				on the top of the school's roof there is a shack protcting the stairwell that leads up onto the roof aand on top of that little shack Kasumi Kuragari an 18 year old high school male in his third year laid staring at the clouds contemplating the dulldrums of yet another day. "it's really a shame that nothing ever happens here" he muttered to himself in his casual and exceedingly laid back tone. This young man was the captain of the Kendo club from middle school through his second year in highscool however he had found himself suddenly bored with it and dropped the club to be a normal student and now he was kind of regretting that decision. looking back though he realized it didn't matter if he wanted to practice kendo all he really had to do was go to his father's dojo where he had grown up practicing kendo. he was incredibly skilled at it but his lazy personality partially over-writ the competetive perspective and so to him it was merely a hobby that he could carry on with whenever he felt like it. he is somewhat sadistic because he enjoys the feeling of his weapon pushing against another figure whether it be their weapon blocking his own or if it was their body being bruised. all he knew is that he enjoyed the suffering of others maybe a little more than he should.
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				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 20:23:59</strong>
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				It never fails. Even before the athletics club students, Saionji Tamara was at school. A bit of an anti-social, serious girl, the teachers had mostly taken the hardworking and studious girl under their collective wings. In the few months that she'd been at the high school, she's managed to somehow do at least a handful of chores for the majority of the teachers, if only due to the fact that she was ALWAYS there, and seemed to want to keep busy. <br><br>At the moment though, she actually wasn't actually doing that much by the time the other students had started to arrive. At the moment she was just sitting in class with a backpack-sized stuffed bunny in her lap. Actually, it WAS a backpack, one of her latest little projects. At the moment she was just fixing a tear in it, and re-attaching an ear, silent as always and one eye watching the students heading in to school . . .
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 23:30:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ishida Nori </strong></span></div> <br><div align="center"><strong>Location: Tamara's Class</strong></div><div align="center"><em>Note: Current Hair Colour: Teal</em></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/ScorpioWoman-1.jpg)</div><br>"Good moooooooooorning everyone~!" a bright, loud, and exaggeratedly feminine voice crooned, completely breaking the early morning silence.&nbsp; The few first year students already present immediately jumped in their seats and stared with various expressions of surprise, confusion, or minor irritation at the 'woman' leaning against the side of the sliding door.&nbsp; 'She' was dressed in the typical female uniform, albeit with a scandalously shorter skirt, but was wearing enough accessories that it seemed like the sort of outfit one would see at a rock concert.&nbsp; The colour scheme of the day appeared to be teal and red-orange, from the leather collar around 'her' neck to the laced up boots that went right up to 'her' thighs, to say nothing of 'her' luxuriant head of teal hair.<br><br>'She' stared about the room searchingly, a mischievous quirk to 'her' full pink lips, then suddenly pushed herself off from the side of the door and skipped over to the one person in the room that seemed the least likely to gain the attention of <em>anyone</em>, let alone the likes of the infamous Ishida Nori, self-styled Okama Queen of the school.&nbsp; Unfortunately for Saionji Tamara, she just so happened to be the exact sort of person Nori loved doting on the most: shy, reserved, and entirely unaware of her own cuteness.<br><br>Completely disregarding the concepts of personal space, Nori leaned over Tamara's seat and embraced the diminutive girl from behind, glancing at her sideways with an infectiously cheerful grin.&nbsp; "Hello Tama-chan!&nbsp; Up bright and early again!&nbsp; Nori-chan approves, mmyes!" he said with just the slightest hint of intimacy, as he was wont to do.&nbsp; Only a second later did he notice the backpack, and immediately squealed with delight.&nbsp; "Ooh, how adorable~!&nbsp; Tama-chan likes cute things, does she?&nbsp; And she sews!&nbsp; Oh what a <em>wonderful</em> bride you'll make someday!" Nori teased, pinching her cheek before backing off and twirling about to the seat in front of Tamara.<br><br>Of course, this wasn't the first time Nori had made a nuisance of himself in the shy young girl's presence, and it likely wouldn't be the last.&nbsp; The real bother was that, for whatever reason, he was intruding in on a First Year's class when he himself was a Third Year.&nbsp; Then again, Nori's flagrant rule breaking was hardly anything new, and disturbing an underclassman before the teacher was even in the room hardly compared to public crossdressing.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 23:43:41</strong>
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				<em>'That voice.'</em> Tama frowned, though to her credit she didn't miss a stitch when Nori bulldozed his way into her classroom. Again. It seemed like this happened practically every day lately, and it wasn't exactly fun for the little 1st year. Still, she put up with it, even when Nori got all touchy feely with her cheek.<br><br>Setting down her stuff for a moment, she rubbed her cheek and FINALLY looked at Nori. She gave him/her an appraising look before resuming her sewing. <strong>"Senpai, just because Tohno-kun has been sick, doesn't mean you should take his seat. Again."</strong><br><br>She paused for a moment, before speaking up again. <strong>"Your lipstick is smudged."</strong> To her credit, Tama was probably the ONLY person who would be willing to point out something like that to Nori. Also probably the only one who could get away with it, what with her 'pitiful' nature. Still, it was impossible to predict how Nori would act to ANYTHING, in her experience.
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				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 23:54:39</strong>
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				Kasumi hopped down figuring classes would begin soon and strolled down into the hallways off towards his class. his attendance records weren't the best but it didn't really matter to him all that much. all he wanted was for something interesting to actually happen. he didn't care what it was so long as neither he nor anyone he knew personally were harmed.
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 01:43:43</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ishida Nori </strong></span></div> <br><div align="center"><strong>Location: Tamara's Class</strong></div><div align="center"><em>Note: Current Hair Colour: Teal</em></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/ScorpioWoman-1.jpg)</div><br>Nori seemed about to say something about the aforementioned sickly student when Tamara noted his little lipstick malfunction.&nbsp; He didn't miss a beat, promptly producing an elegant little hand mirror from who-knows where and carefully dabbing at the offending areas.&nbsp; He puckered his lips a few times and flashed an award-winning smile at his own reflection before snapping the compact closed and hiding it away again.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Such keen eyes, Tama-chan!"</strong> he cooed, cupping the younger girl's face affectionately for a brief moment.&nbsp; <strong>"Imagine if I had gone the rest of the day like that!&nbsp; I would have been devastated!"</strong> As if to drive that point home, he reeled backwards dramatically, looking as though he'd been slapped.&nbsp; <br><br>The little display lasted only a second before that typical mischievous look returned.&nbsp; <strong>"There's a simply <em>dashing</em> transfer student in my class who has one of the cutest butts I've ever seen on a man...&nbsp; Barring my own, of course," </strong>he added with a bubbly little laugh.&nbsp; <strong>"The rest of the class doesn't seem to have the heart to tell him about me just yet, but until he finds out I may as well take what I can get!"</strong><br><br>Leaning forward conspiratorially, Nori fixed Tamara with a seductive stare.&nbsp; <strong>"You know Tama-chan, if you wore more makeup the boys would be all over you!&nbsp; You just need to draw a bit more attention to your cute little face!"</strong>&nbsp; Then, a bit teasingly; <strong>"Unless...boys aren't quite your thing?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 03:00:49</strong>
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				Tama, as usual, just kept on doing what she was doing. What did she care if there was a cute upperclassman that just transferred in? . .&nbsp; Well, okay, she was curious. She was stoic, not frigid, after all. Still, she wasn't gonna let something like that affect her.<br><br>Still, give points to the crazy guy for managing to be one of the few people that could REALLY get under her skin. Tama actually poked herself with a needle, when she was startled by the sudden accusation. She turned to half-glare, half-pout at Nori. <strong>"I don't need makeup, a . . and I don't appreciate you implying things about me."</strong><br><br>As if to punctuate her statement, she popped her finger into her mouth to stave off the bleeding. Good lord, how some girls could be adorable without meaning to. Still, it wouldn't be surprising if Nori was now dancing in a sense of superiority, at getting under Tama's skin. It was common knowledge that Nori was probably one of the only people who could do it at this school, without resorting to EXTREME methods.
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				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 07:11:10</strong>
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				Two teachers stand beside the gate as it begins to close, in Japanese style. Anyone stuck outside would be considered absent for the full day. if they didn't arrive soon. The two teachers just stood there, talking amidst themselves. As the last of the students slid between the gate and the wall of the school the Gym teacher nods.<br><br>"What the hell is that?" He wonders as a person moves toward the gate.<br><br>He moves at a slow staggered pace, as if dragging his heels. His head is bowed, but his body is clad in the male uniform of the school. As he comes to the gates he reaches in, toward the teachers, groaning as he does so.<br><br>"You missed your chance boy. Sorry. Now go away." the teacher said waving his arm dismissively.
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				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 16:00:32</strong>
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				Kasumi continues strolling through the halls with his usual bored expression when he finally stops at a door and enters the room. it's the sort of room one would expect of a world civilization class full of maps and globes and various other small artifacts and then he went and casually sat himself down and pulled out the manga he had recently started. he was reading "Simoun" a very rare and odd manga.
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 03:46:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ishida Nori </strong></span></div> <br><div align="center"><strong>Location: Tamara's Class</strong></div><div align="center"><em>Note: Current Hair Colour: Teal</em></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/ScorpioWoman-1.jpg)</div><br>Seeing Tamara becoming momentarily flustered only made Nori smile all the wider, though not with the sort of barely-concealed malice one would find lurking behind the features of a bully.&nbsp; Though he was nothing if not abrasive and unusual, it was never his intention to actually harm others with his words or with his actions.&nbsp; It went without saying that there were plenty of people at the school that found Nori offense, crude, and blatantly scandalous, but regardless of the naysayers it was also a well known fact that the Okama Queen of the school was also one of the most kindhearted students in the school.&nbsp; He just had a rather odd way of showing it sometimes.<br><br><strong>"Oh come <em>on</em>, Tama-chan!&nbsp; Don't be so sensitive!&nbsp; Nori-chan certainly didn't mean to imply that you might prefer sensuous curves and full breasts to rock hard abs and chiseled jaws!"</strong> he said, mimicking the younger girl's cute little gesture by tapping his own lips with a slender, manicured finger.&nbsp; <strong>"But you know, if you'd just let Nori-chan touch you up a bit I'm <em>certain</em> that your self-confidence would skyrocket!"</strong><br><br>The very idea seemed to excite him, and he quickly leaned forward with his palms flat on Tamara's desk.&nbsp; <strong>"Pleeeeease?&nbsp; Let Nori-chan be a good oneesama to Tama-chan!"</strong> he pleaded, batting his fake eyelashes as adorably as humanly possible.&nbsp; If his speech was any indication, it seemed as though he was in a particularly childish mood today.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Sanada Natsu </strong></span></div> <br><div align="center"><strong>Location: Hallway</strong></div><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Natsu-1.jpg)</div><br>It was funny how time seemed to slow down the very second one made a sudden and painful mistake.&nbsp; The way everyone's faces seemed like still photographs, the way everything became muted for the briefest of moment; it truly was a fascinating phenomena.&nbsp; It seemed as though, in the very instant Natsu rounded the corner just in time to see the 'Wet Floor' sign, she could see every moment in her life before then flash before her eyes, and every painful moment to come rapidly approaching.&nbsp; Of course, she had no way of knowing what horrors the future was to hold. <br><br>This was how things always went for her.&nbsp; She wasn't a dumb girl by any means, but it always seemed as though she realized her errors only after they had been made.&nbsp; And even then, knowing from experience that she shouldn't have been running through the halls, she'd done it again anyway.&nbsp; So in that fleeting second of stillness before her shoes lost their traction on the moist tiles and sent her skidding down the halls and into the door of a third year class, Natsu could only think of one thing.<br><br><em>I am SUCH an idiot!</em><br><br>She let out a sharp cry as she crashed bodily through the door and headfirst into the desk of the (thankfully absent) teacher, then promptly crumpled into a fetal position as she rubbed her aching skull.&nbsp; Only after she was aware of the wide-eyed stares from the other early students did she hastily get to her feet and dust herself off, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.&nbsp; She would have fled the room as quickly as she'd come, if she hadn't noticed the upperclassman towards the back of the room hiding behind a book.<br><br><strong>"Kuragari-Sempai, hey!"</strong> Natsu said just a bit too loudly, forcing a grin in order to save face as she hastily scampered over to his desk.&nbsp; Only after the other students seemed satisfied and returned to their own devices did she breathe out a sigh of relief. <strong> "Shit.&nbsp; What a way to start the day, huh?"</strong> she muttered, apparently completely forgetting that she had her own classes to get to.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 04:23:14</strong>
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				"yo natsu-chan nice move ya made there huh? what ya do go sliding on a wet floor ya hadn't seen the sign for or something?" he asked this in his lazy tone as he lowered the book a bit so he could see her face. he had no way of knowing that his guess was one hundred percent accurate but he was gonna enjoy seeing her reaction none the less.
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				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 05:26:26</strong>
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				Every ounce of Nori's outgoing personality seemed to make Tama's introverted one all the more obvious, as she shrank back from those crazy and possibly naughty puppy dog eyes. She glanced to side, and the people in there promptly looked away as if they weren't totally watching the entire exchange. Tama glances the other way out into the courtyard through that nearby window, and saw something she was looking for: A convenient excuse to change the subject.<br><br><strong>"H . . hey look, senpai. Seems somebody was running late, poor guy. Look at him begging the teachers to let him in.</strong>" It was pretty hard to make out details other than someone reaching for the teachers through the gate, especially for the nearsighted girl. Her glasses helped, but wouldn't help at that extreme range. With that immediate subject change, she promptly reached down to the bunny. One, two, three more passes of the needle and she used her teeth to snap the thread, before tying it up. One absolutely adorable bunny backpack completed. She promptly dragged it to her chest and snuggled it, giving Nori a look that said 'Before you even ask, no.'
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				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 06:13:48</strong>
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				The Gym teacher grumbled and moved to the gate, grabbing the man's jacket pulling him against the gate. The scent of decay and other things assaulted his nose before he screamed when the student took a bite out of his arm, tearing away a large hunk of flesh. Screaming he backed up, grabbing at his arm as he fell on his ass, his body shaking as the other teacher ran to him.<br><br>"SOMEBODY GET THE NURSE!" she shouted, to the last of the students that were filing into the building.<br><br>She turned back taking her jacket off to wrap it around the man's arm, to try and stay the bleeding. But was shocked when she heard more moaning and looked up, seeing other people at the gate now, all of them reaching for her. The one that had bitten the Gym teacher had his hands near his face, obviously eating the hunk of flesh he'd taken.
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 22:45:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ishida Nori </strong></span></div> <br><div align="center"><strong>Location: Tamara's Class</strong></div><div align="center"><em>Note: Current Hair Colour: Teal</em></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/ScorpioWoman-1.jpg)</div><br>Nori&nbsp; stuck out his bottom lip and pouted as fiercely as he could as he flicked at the bridge of Tamara’s glasses.&nbsp; <strong>”You really are a spoilsport Tama-chan~!&nbsp; You’ll never find that special someone with this kind of sour attitude, you know.&nbsp; Couldn’t you humor your oneesama just this once?</strong> he pleaded, completely disregarding both his gender and their relation.<br><br>Still, her change of subject was enough to make him glance momentarily out at the courtyard.&nbsp; He would have gone straight back to teasing her again if not for that brief glimpse out of the corner of his eye.&nbsp; The sight made him double-take as he stood bolt upright and pressed himself up against the glass, as though to stay grounded to reality.&nbsp; The longer he stared the more pale he seemed to get, and his face scrunched up with confusion.<br><br><strong>”My god…”</strong> he muttered, his voice dropping noticeably in pitch and losing all of its usual flamboyance.&nbsp; <strong>”It looks like there’s some sort of riot going on outside the school!&nbsp; There’s a whole mess of people trying to force themselves through the gate, and I think one of the teachers is bleeding.”</strong><br><br>When he looked back his face was set surprisingly stoically for one so disposed towards childish affectations, and he stared expectantly at the intercom.<br><br><strong>”No announcement yet…do they not know?”</strong> he said half to himself, wrapping one arm about his slender waist.&nbsp; <strong>”Tama-chan,”</strong> he added, looking at her determinedly.&nbsp; <strong>”Grab everything you have.&nbsp; I don’t think it’s going to be safe here much longer.”</strong><br><br><br><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Sanada Natsu </strong></span></div> <br><div align="center"><strong>Location: Kasumi's Homeroom</strong></div><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Natsu-1.jpg)</div><br>Natsu&nbsp; couldn’t help but glare at him in spite of herself.&nbsp; How could someone that looked so out of it be so damned perceptive?&nbsp; Or maybe it was just a lucky guess.&nbsp; It wouldn’t be the first time she’d done something foolish after failing to notice a sign.&nbsp; Though she generally didn’t make a habit of sliding head-first into the wrong classroom.<br><br><strong>“Tch, l-like I would be so clumsy!”</strong> she said forcefully, slapping her hand on the boy’s desk.&nbsp; <strong>”I was just…really eager to see you, sempai!”</strong><br><br>It wasn’t entirely untrue.&nbsp; After Kasumi had quit the Kendo Club she’d been meaning to have a word with him, but with her busy schedule it hadn’t left much time for idle chatter.&nbsp; Not that the chat she’d planned on having was anything but idle; she’d been absolutely furious when he’d resigned from his position as Captain.&nbsp; It was one thing for a member to drop out due to schedule conflicts or lack of interest, but for someone in such an important role to up and disappear like that was just unforgivable.<br><br>One could almost see the gears turning in her head as she thought of all this, which to Kasumi must have looked like a slow buildup of anger.&nbsp; <strong>”Y’know, I’d almost think you were being studious by getting here so early, but then I remember how <em>lazy</em> you are!”</strong> she blurted, leaning forward until they were at eye level.&nbsp; Her tracksuit had been zipped down to air out a little, which would give him a bit of a pleasant view.&nbsp; <strong>”Every time I see you nowadays you’re just spacing out or reading or something.&nbsp; And I think it’s contagious, because on my way here I saw at least a dozen people walking around almost as sluggishly as you do these days!&nbsp; It’s like an apathy epidemic!”</strong><br>
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				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 22:54:39</strong>
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				"yare yare natsu-chan your still upset about that?" his lazy tone came out the same way as usual though one of his eyes was looking down the tracksuit. he couldn't help but be a typical male in that regard however his other eye remained focused on her face "so i'm lazy big deal?.......it's not like my quitting kendo is the end of the world or anything now is it? he didn't care to argue with her as far as he was concerned kendo was a hobby and nothing more and on top of that arguing with her would be kinda pointless. suddenly he noticed some people staring out the window at the front gate "hello.....what's this?" he looked out and his face paled considerably as he did so.
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				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 06:01:06</strong>
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				Tama blinked widely at the sudden total shift in Nori's personality. By this point, other students were making their way to the windows to see what was going on. Still clutching her adorably huge bunnypack to her chest, she looked out. At this range her eyes couldn't make out that much detail, but something very weird DID seem to be happening.<br><br><strong>"Eh . .?"</strong> Tama looked confused, and rightly so. Riots didn't normally spontaneously break out at schools. She (adorably) bit her lower lip and looked back to Nori, then to the window again, as if making up her mind whether or not to stay and wait for their sensei, or follow Nori. <strong>"Shouldn't we . . wait for sensei?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 06:30:06</strong>
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				"All students are to remain in their classes and not leave! There is a situation outside the gate, please remain calm and begin study hall!" came the announcement before a few other teachers came running toward their fallen co-worker.<br><br>They moved swiftly before carrying the gym teacher off to the Nurse's office. But it didn't take long for that room to become a blood bath as he began eating the teachers that had come in with him. There aren't any classes near by, but those that are wandering may yet find it!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highschool of the Dead(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 00:46:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ishida Nori </strong></span></div> <br><div align="center"><strong>Location: Tamara's Class</strong></div><div align="center"><em>Note: Current Hair Colour: Teal</em></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/ScorpioWoman-1.jpg)</div><br>Nori's face only became more uncharacteristically stolid as the nervous announcement was relayed over the intercom.&nbsp; For a moment he looked a bit uncertain, but only for a moment.&nbsp; It was rather odd that someone that seemed so scatterbrained most of the time would be the one to take charge in a situation like this, but there had always been unusual rumors concerning his rather unusual lineage.&nbsp; Whatever the reason, it was clear that sitting around wasn't something he could tolerate.<br><br><strong>"Come now, Tama-chan!"</strong> he said sweetly with a wide smile, his old demeanor briefly returning as if to reassure the younger girl.&nbsp; <strong>"It won't do any good for us to sit here in this stuffy old classroom if there's trouble afoot!&nbsp; I think it would be best if we had a look around, and if things are getting a bit dangerous I'll take you back home to your parents.&nbsp; Is that alright?"</strong><br><br>Clearly it wasn't a question, because he immediately clutched Tamara's slender wrist in his hand and tugged her out of the classroom.&nbsp; A few others in the room seemed to follow his lead, albeit hesitantly, but at least three refused to budge from their seats in spite of their obvious confusion.&nbsp; The atmosphere out in the halls was laced with tension as students wandered aimlessly about, chatting in hushed tones.&nbsp; Most of them didn't seem to notice it, but just at the edge of hearing Nori could just barely make out a terrible noise...screaming.<br><br><strong>"What is going on..."</strong> he muttered, his free hand reaching protectively towards his purse.&nbsp; <strong>"Terrorism?"</strong><br><br><br><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Sanada Natsu </strong></span></div> <br><div align="center"><strong>Location: Kasumi's Homeroom</strong></div><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Natsu-1.jpg)</div><br>Natsu didn't even have time to reprimand Kasumi for his lack of drive before the speakers crackled to life and issued their instructions.&nbsp; She joined the upperclassmen at the window and arched a brow.&nbsp; A growing horde of people were clamoring at the gate, and it didn't seem as though the metal bars would be able to hold much longer under that much human weight.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"The fuck?"</strong> she cursed, in typical unladylike fashion.&nbsp; <strong>"Is this some sort of attack?"</strong><br><br>Clearly a certain crossdresser wasn't the only one that didn't like the idea of sitting around in this kind of situation, because Natsu immediately turned on her heel and marched towards the door.&nbsp; She turned back to Kasumi almost as an afterthought.<br><br><strong>"Hey, you comin'?&nbsp; I know it's not in your nature to do anything but sit around these days,"</strong> she started, just a little sharply, <strong>"But like hell I'm gonna sit in a chair while there's a bunch of nutsos trying to force their way into the school.&nbsp; I'm gonna pick up my stuff from the Kendo Club before shit gets any hairier.&nbsp; You in?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highschool of the Dead(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 00:58:24</strong>
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				Kasumi stood swiftly putting the manga into his jacket. his swift and fluid movement reminiscent of his days in kendo "this doesn't appear to be the safest place to be.......let's get outta here" he muttered then chuckling and as an afterthought he remarked "like hell am i staying put whne the apoccalypse is upon us" he moved swiftly easily keeping up with Natsu.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highschool of the Dead(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 02:31:46</strong>
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				Tama didn't really have much choice at the moment. No matter how much Nori prettyfied himself, he was still a boy after all, and she was a particularly weak specimen of a girl. With a meep she was pulled away from the classroom, and just resigned herself to going along with him.<br><br><strong>"Well then . . what should we do? If the rioters are downstairs, should we go to the roof? or would being trapped up there be bad? Can we even protect ourselves?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highschool of the Dead(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 03:25:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ishida Nori </strong></span></div> <br><div align="center"><strong>Location: 2nd Floor</strong></div><div align="center"><em>Note: Current Hair Colour: Teal</em></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/ScorpioWoman-1.jpg)</div><br><strong>"The roof?"</strong> Nori said aloud, weighing their options.&nbsp; He quickly shook his head.&nbsp; <strong>"If things get bad, I suppose they may send in helicopters.&nbsp; But perhaps that would be jumping to conclusions.&nbsp; There's no guarantee that we could find a safe way down.&nbsp; It may be for the best if we go out the back way before those people at the gate break through, then double back around if they enter the school.&nbsp; It didn't look like any of them had guns, so I think-"</strong><br><br>As though remembering who he was talking to, Nori abruptly stopped that train of thought and took Tamara reassuringly by the shoulders.&nbsp; <strong>"Anyway, Tama-chan, don't worry!&nbsp; Your oneesama will take care of everything, alright?&nbsp; Just follow my lead and we'll be fine!&nbsp; You can count on Nori-chan!"</strong><br><br>At the time, no one could have expected what was to come.&nbsp; Though it was clear that the Okama Queen of the school was far from as air-headed as he seemed, the events that were quickly barreling towards them were beyond anyone to predict.&nbsp; Ignorance and fear was painted on all the faces they passed as the two made their way down the stairs and through disconcertingly empty halls.&nbsp; Nori led Tamara through a circuitous route, as though they were being chased instead of merely making their way to an exit.&nbsp; It was only on the second floor that the reason behind his paranoia finally presented itself.<br><br><strong>"Hold on,"</strong> he said sharply, stopping right at the closed door leading out into the hall.&nbsp; Nori pressed his face against the glass, peering from side to side and flinching at the screams echoing from somewhere else in the school.&nbsp; <br><br>They could hear hurried footsteps all through the building as panic set in.&nbsp; The announcements over the intercom had abruptly halted not a minute before.&nbsp; Something wasn't right, that much was certain.&nbsp; It didn't feel like a riot.&nbsp; He hadn't been able to make out the faces in the crowd very well, but they had looked like people from all walks of life, not hardened terrorists.&nbsp; Why attack a school?&nbsp; Why now?&nbsp; None of it made sense.<br><br>Curling his fingers around the handle, Nori carefully pushed the door open and led Tamara out into the hall.&nbsp; His eyes widened.&nbsp; Like the others, it was completely empty.&nbsp; But the floors were slick with fresh blood and the occasional severed limb, as though an entire gang's worth of people had been tossed into a blender and sprayed across the walls.&nbsp; The screams were growing louder, but most of them were coming from below now.&nbsp; Had they broken through the gate already?<br><br><strong>"O-Okay...this is a bit worse than I..."</strong> he struggled to say, keeping a tight grip on his young ward in the event that she started to freak out as much as he wanted to.&nbsp; He'd only managed to take one hesitant step forward before someone finally rounded the corner.<br><br><strong>"Tatsumi-Sensei?&nbsp; Oh thank God, you're alrig-"</strong> he began, but his words caught in his throat.&nbsp; <br><br>His homeroom teacher turned her face towards them, her usually immaculate suit stained crimson and torn in unseemly places.&nbsp; She looked pale, unnatural so, and her mouth opened and closed silently like a fish gasping for air.&nbsp; When she moved it was not with a normal gait, but with a sort of jittery, uneven motion akin to an insect that didn't quite know what to do with its limbs.&nbsp; She seemed quite eager to reach them, as slow as she was, and reached her hands out and she stumbled drunkenly in their direction.&nbsp; It was then that he saw the wounds, gruesome bite marks that had taken entire chunks out of her bared forearms.&nbsp; The teacher's eyes saw nothing; they had gone entirely white.<br><br>Nori instinctively pushed Tamara behind him, but instead of getting into a defensive stance he merely stood straight up, his body becoming slack and free of tension.&nbsp; <strong>"Tatsumi-Sensei.&nbsp; Can you hear me?"</strong> he said slowly, kind eyes growing cold.&nbsp; <strong>"You're not well.&nbsp; You should lay down, alright?"</strong><br><br>It became immediately clear that the woman approaching them didn't understand a word he was saying.&nbsp; Nori shook his head, disbelieving.&nbsp; <strong>"Like...something out of a movie...&nbsp; Heh, this must be a dream, right?"</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>The boy's purse clattered to the floor, but the hand that once held it now wielded a brightly polished blade.&nbsp; Hardly the sort of accessory one would expect such a 'woman' to carry about on her person.&nbsp; Nori's heel turned smoothly, preparing.&nbsp; <strong>"Tatsumi-Sensei...&nbsp; I don't want to hurt you."</strong>&nbsp; A final warning.&nbsp; Surely this was madness.&nbsp; He couldn't well attack a teacher this way, could he?&nbsp; But was it really his teacher shuffling towards them?&nbsp; Was this thing with gore dripping from its limbs and teeth even human?<br><br><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Sanada Natsu </strong></span></div> <br><div align="center"><strong>Location: Back Field</strong></div><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Natsu-1.jpg)</div><br>Natsu smirked back at him.&nbsp; <strong>"That's a bit melodramatic, don't you think?&nbsp; This is probably some crazed political group or something.&nbsp; I've heard rumors that some of the students here have some pretty influential parents.&nbsp; So long as we stay out of the way, we should be fine.&nbsp; But like hell I'm gonna be unarmed while this sort of thing is going on.&nbsp; People lose themselves during riots."</strong><br><br>She was a bit more careful not to run too fast after that little spill not twenty minutes before, but something at the back of her head told her that speed was of the utmost importance.&nbsp; It wasn't likely that some political terrorists would just attack random students if they had particular targets in mind, but there were always lunatics in any kind of organization that used these sorts of things to their advantage.&nbsp; If they had guns it wouldn't help much, but she'd feel a hell of a lot safer with a bokken in her hands.<br><br>Unlike others, Natsu led the most direct route possible to the courtyard, eager to get to the Kendo building.&nbsp; A massive crashing sound split the air as soon as she pushed the door open.&nbsp; <strong>"Shit, did they get through the gate?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highschool of the Dead(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 03:39:42</strong>
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				"i'm not being melodramatic natsu.....i fear we may have somehow crossed into the realm of survival horror without even realizing we'd done so.....ive only heard this low of a moaning noise in movies and video games......it's a zombie apoccolypse" kasumi's voice was deathly serious and the expression on his face was something akin to a "why me?" expression.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highschool of the Dead(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 04:25:22</strong>
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				The courtyard was empty though the people at the gate moaned. The bolts began to give way, one literally popping off. It bounced a few feet and the gate shifted, the people against&nbsp; it moaning as they fell forward lightly. As they pushed with in human strength they shook the gate, now, giving more and more pressure against the remaining bolts.<br><br>Meanwhile the second floor was a bloodbath. The students that had escaped had fled and caused panic among the others who all began to flee in various directions. But there was no where to go, with the gates closed and the 'rioters' outside it. The infected were eating those that had died, ignoring most of what was happening.<br><br>Tatsumi Makoto moved toward her student, her eyes wide as she let out a low, hungry, moan. From the various openings down the hall more moans came, followed by other teachers, and students with wounds all over their bodies. Tatsumi's fingers reached out toward the boy in the skirt, her mouth opening wide as she readied herself to bite. They were within arm's reach of one another now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highschool of the Dead(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 05:37:58</strong>
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				Up and down and back and forth and all around the school. Nori was pulling Tama around a little too fast for her preference, though she agreed with the urgency, even if it left her a bit winded. Tama was well-known as one of the weakest Freshmen when it came to Physical Education, it was one of her cute points according to that silly club that rated the more cute or sexy girls in the school. Tatsumi Makoto had been ranked pretty damn near the top of the list, as one of the sexier teachers. Shame that it really didn't apply anymore.<br><br>Now, Tama wasn't one for playing video games much, or watching movies, but even she had seen a show with zombies every once and a while. While it didn't immediately click that zombies was what seemed to be the problem, it DID click that their injured sensei was quite out of her mind. Without a second thought Tamara had lifted her arms above her head and thrown that bunny backpack right at the teacher's face. At this reach, even a wimp like her could at least hit the woman in the face with the plushie.<br><br><strong>"Senpai! We need to run NOW!"</strong><br><br>Tama was all ready to run as soon as Nori would do so, not thinking so much of the destination, as much of whichever way had less moaning/creepy people.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highschool of the Dead(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 06:39:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ishida Nori </strong></span></div> <br><div align="center"><strong>Location: 2nd Floor</strong></div><div align="center"><em>Note: Current Hair Colour: Teal</em></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/ScorpioWoman-1.jpg)</div><br>The other groaning creatures were still plenty far enough away to not be an immediate threat, but even with Tamara's momentary distraction Tatsumi was too close to just ignore.&nbsp; The following seconds were a blur, and wholly beyond the younger girl's ability to register until after the fact.&nbsp; One moment Nori was standing unflinchingly in front of the approaching woman, and the next the former teacher was sprawled out on the ground with a broken spine while Tamara's sempai straightened back up again.&nbsp; <br><br>But to Nori, it had been like following a textbook.&nbsp; Tatsumi grasped at him with bloodstained fingers, only to find her arm lifted up and away with surprising force, her gasping head brought down by her own momentum, and Nori's elbow smashing into the back of the woman's neck with a single clean stroke.&nbsp; The crippled corpse toppled unceremoniously to the floor, and that was it.&nbsp; The face still twitched with unnatural life, but with her nervous system severed it was completely helpless.&nbsp; And all without so much as using the knife still clenched in his fingers.<br><br>Quickly picking up his purse from the floor, Nori rounded on Tamara and smiled charmingly at her as though nothing unusual had happened.&nbsp; <strong>"Hey Tama-chan, how about we get going?&nbsp; I don't think this is the best place to be right now!"</strong><br><br>Again, he didn't give the girl much of a choice in the matter, grabbing her by the wrist and sprinting down the hallway.&nbsp; Her longer legs allowed her to take far larger strides, to the point where the poor underclassman literally flew in the air after him.&nbsp; It certainly didn't help that Tamara was as light as a bundle of twigs, but at least it kept them from slowing down.&nbsp; The halls were becoming increasingly dangerous, but for the time being most of the horrible creatures were busy feasting on their prey.&nbsp; Nori wound the two of them through smaller groups without wasting a single movement, ducking under flailing limbs and swerving through seas of crooked legs like a serpent.&nbsp; It was rumored that the Okama Queen was quite the dancer, but only now was the true value of her gracefulness proving itself of practical use.&nbsp; <br><br>Like before, it was difficult to tell exactly where the boy was taking them, but eventually they found themselves in the wood-shop in one of the older wings on the first floor.&nbsp; Apparently that class wasn't in session this morning, though it was difficult to tell just how much of what Nori was doing was guesswork and how much was actually planned out.&nbsp; Regardless, the second the room was cleared he set about barricading the doors, taking care to make as little noise as possible.<br><br><strong>"We won't be staying long,"</strong> he reassured her, walking quickly to the opposite wall and standing on top of a desk to reach the slightly-higher windows.&nbsp; His reaction to whatever he saw definitely wasn't a positive one.<br><br><strong>"They've broken through,"</strong> he stated simply, hopping back to the floor and resting a hand on his hip.&nbsp; Nori forced a smile as he looked at the younger girl, though it was getting more and more difficult to do so.&nbsp; <strong>"Tired?&nbsp; Sorry if I scared you, Tama-chan.&nbsp; I just couldn't risk going at your pace...no offense!"</strong><br><br>For what seemed like the first time in 20 minutes, Nori finally started breathing again, sighing heavily and leaning against the wall.&nbsp; <strong>"Alright.&nbsp; Okay.&nbsp; This is happening.&nbsp; This is actually happening,"</strong> he muttered, looking just a bit delirious despite his earlier confidence.&nbsp; <strong>"Twenty minutes ago I was teasing Tama-chan about makeup, and now we're sealed up in a room, people are eating each other, and I broke someone's neck again.&nbsp; Not how I expected this day to go."</strong><br><br>Something apparently came to mind, because Nori suddenly gave Tamara a stern look.&nbsp; <strong>"Before you say anything: do not say what I know you must be thinking.&nbsp; Do not use a word beginning with the letter 'z'.&nbsp; In fact, don't even think about that right now.&nbsp; Total.&nbsp; Placidity.&nbsp; That's what we need." </strong><br><br>This was not the same man that came into class every day with a different style of hair, wore a padded bra and matching undergarments, and talked with a perpetual girlish squeal.&nbsp; Despite his clothing--or perhaps because of it--Nori looked about as fierce as a person could get.&nbsp; It was always obvious that the Okama tendencies were an act, but just how much of his personality was forced?&nbsp; Looking at him now, it was like a three inch mask had shattered to nothing and revealed a wholly different individual.&nbsp; <br><br>After taking that moment to collect himself, Nori began wandering the room and grabbing at slender pieces of wood, occasionally looking one over before tossing it gently aside.&nbsp; Eventually he seemed to find two short, well-polished sticks that were to his liking, adopting an odd sort of combat stance for a moment before sticking them into his purse.<br><br><strong>"Alright.&nbsp; Tama-chan..."</strong> he said, as if just noticing her for the first time.&nbsp; <strong>"I don't suppose you know how to fight,"</strong> he guessed, laughing pleasantly.&nbsp; <strong>"So just stay behind me, no matter what happens.&nbsp; Understand?"</strong><br><br><br><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Sanada Natsu </strong></span></div> <br><div align="center"><strong>Location: Back Field</strong></div><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Natsu-1.jpg)</div><br><strong>"Zombie Apocalypse?"</strong> Natsu said incredulously as they sprinted across the grounds, looking back at Kasumi as though he were totally insane.&nbsp; <strong>"I knew you were into all those trashy movies and books and stuff, but really?"</strong><br><br>Coming to a sudden halt, Natsu suddenly rounded on him and jabbed a finger at his chest.&nbsp; <strong>"You...You're not on drugs, are you?"</strong> she asked rather bluntly, looking halfway between concern and flustered.&nbsp; <strong>"Because you can tell me you know.&nbsp; I'm good at listening!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highschool of the Dead(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 06:53:33</strong>
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				Kasumi stumbled over backwards as natsu jabbed her finger at him asking if he was on drugs then he straightened himself up and stated bluntly "no i'm not on drugs" then he took a breath and added "or......maybe that new allergy pill is having an adverse effect on my mind?" then he broke into laughter "well zombie or no it's still as close to a zombie as your gonna get i mean come on....the scent of death and decay is getting pretty damn strong....and from what i could see it looked like they were going cannible on eachother....."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highschool of the Dead(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 07:14:07</strong>
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				Crack, Thud. That was about all she registered, before the teacher was on the ground. What in the WORLD did Nori do, and how did he do it? No wait, that was probably something she shouldn't think about. Not with a teacher . . dead. She hardly had a moment to pick up her plushie pack before Nori had grabbed her by her hand and dragged her off again.<br><br>She was having problems thinking straight now, with all of this insanity going on. Screams and munching sounds, along with their steps, were overwhelming her ears. The fact that Nori was actually a MAN was hard to ignore too, with that strong grip on her hand and the fact that she was literally unable to keep up with his running. <br><br>Once they'd ended up in the shop room and Nori had started to barricade it, Tama found herself coughing and breathing hard on her knees in the middle of the room. She just wasn't made for all of this action, and she couldn't keep up. She was vaguely aware that she might be going into shock or something, as she stared down at her hands balling tightly around the hem of her skirt.<br><br><strong>". . . You killed her . . but she was dead."</strong> She tried to interrupt him, but lost her voice partway through, especially when he mentioned the 'Z' word. She was shaking a bit, and looking like she was about to burst into tears, but was managing to hold it all back. Her composure was absolutely amazing, considering how sensitive she was deep down.<br><br><strong>". .&nbsp; I can't f . . fight someone . . Even if they're those . . things . . I just can't."</strong> Her voice was weak, and breathless. Understandable considering that they'd been going at Nori's pace around the school. She adjusted her deathgrip from the hem of her skirt to practically strangling that big bunny to her chest, before sliding her arms through the little straps. <strong>"All I really know how to do is make and take apart things? M . . maybe, if you can drive, we can take a teacher's car . .? Or I can open doors? But fighting is just . . "</strong> She tried to offer alternatives meekly, but it really was obvious that she wouldn't be able to fight. Her body just wasn't made for it. At best, she might be able to rig up a trap given a lot of time to prepare, or fire a REALLY dinky handgun?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highschool of the Dead(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 07:55:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ishida Nori </strong></span></div> <br><div align="center"><strong>Location: Shop Class</strong></div><div align="center"><em>Note: Current Hair Colour: Teal</em></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/ScorpioWoman-1.jpg)</div><br>Nori seemed to melt back into his usual persona almost immediately, his face falling into an exaggerated expression of distress as he ran over to take Tamara in his arms.&nbsp; <strong>"Don't worry your pretty head, Tama-chan!"</strong> he whispered soothingly, carefully stroking the girl's scattered hair into place.&nbsp; <strong>"This is...&nbsp; A lot for you to take in.&nbsp; It's a lot for <em>me</em> to take in.&nbsp; But we'll get through this.&nbsp; You and me together,"</strong> he said firmly, holding her back just enough to look her right in the eyes.&nbsp; <strong>"Alright?"</strong><br><br>Lighting up with an infectiously wide grin, he tapped Tamara on the tip of her nose.&nbsp; <strong>"You're adorable when you're scared, you know that?&nbsp; I could just eat you up!"</strong>&nbsp; After a moment he looked off to the side, pursing his lips.&nbsp; <strong>"Maybe that's a poor choice of words, all things considered..."</strong><br><br><strong>"Anyway!"</strong> he exclaimed, pulling both of them up to their feet, <strong>"It would be best if we didn't stay here for very long, yes?&nbsp; A car...&nbsp; That's a great idea!"</strong> <br><br>Nodding sagely, he began pacing back and forth.&nbsp; <strong>"We'll need something sturdy.&nbsp; A bus maybe?&nbsp; I've never hotwired a bus, but it shouldn't be that different-"</strong> Nori suddenly stopped, looking bashfully down at Tamara and holding his hands up defensively.&nbsp; <strong>"Not that I've ever hotwired a car before, Tama-chan!&nbsp; Nori-chan isn't some delinquent you know~!"</strong><br><br>Clearing his throat, he continued; <strong>"So yes.&nbsp; Ahrm.&nbsp; We could get a bus, find as many people as we can, then drive out through the front gate.&nbsp; It should be sturdy enough to just plow through everyo-"</strong> he started to say, then abruptly stopped again and waved his hands around.&nbsp; <strong>"Not that Nori-chan would ever want to run someone over~!&nbsp; Nori-chan is just thinking practically, yes?&nbsp; Ahrm."</strong><br><br>Starting <em>again</em>; <strong>"Alright.&nbsp; So we find other survivors, find a bus, drive out through the front gate, and find my parents, stopping at whatever houses are along the way."</strong>&nbsp; As if to clarify, Nori added; <strong>"My family should know what to do in this situation.&nbsp; I mean, they're prepared for...well, lots of people coming all at once and trying to kill them."</strong><br><br>Nori's face slowly scrunched up as he realized how shady that sounded.&nbsp; <strong>"Not that they're into anything bad~!&nbsp; Tama-chan, don't look at me like that!"</strong> he whined, regardless of how the girl was actually looking.&nbsp; <strong>"They're just...paranoid!&nbsp; We'll be safe so long as we can reach them.&nbsp; Wait..."</strong><br><br>His eyebrows shot up, and he immediately slapped his own face.&nbsp; <strong>"The things I forget..."</strong> Nori muttered, reaching into his purse and taking out a bright pink cell phone with bunches of charms dangling off the strap.&nbsp; She quickly dialed a number and held the phone up to her ear.&nbsp; <strong>"Please let phones be working, <em>please..."</em></strong><br><br><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Sanada Natsu </strong></span></div> <br><div align="center"><strong>Location: Back Field</strong></div><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Natsu-1.jpg)</div><br>Natsu frowned, squinting one eye at him as if to make absolutely certain that he wasn't high off of something.&nbsp; Apparently satisfied, she sighed exasperatedly and spun back around.&nbsp; <strong>"Is this any way for a former Captain to be acting?&nbsp; Insanely jumping to conclusions?&nbsp; People eating people?&nbsp; We're not on some backwater island, where in the middle of civilization!&nbsp; A dead person can't walk around, because they're dead!&nbsp; Yeesh."</strong><br><br>That being said, she immediately started running in the direction of the club building again.&nbsp; She hadn't seen anything more than a glimpse of what was going on down at the gate, but it did seem as though some violence had broken out.&nbsp; She couldn't possibly have known&nbsp; that they had skipped right past the bloodbath on the second floor, where the first teacher had been taken.&nbsp; Right now the only thing that mattered was getting some kind of defense.&nbsp; <br><br>Coming to the door, Natsu was surprised to find it locked.&nbsp; <strong>"God dammit!"</strong> she cussed, pulling hard on the handle.&nbsp; <strong>"Figures.&nbsp; Our new Captain is always late to school.&nbsp; Not that our old one was very on the ball either,"</strong> she added, shooting a glare at Kasumi.&nbsp; After a few more tries she gave up, then started looking around.&nbsp; <strong>"Shit.&nbsp; I guess we could break one of the windows, since it's an emergency.&nbsp; You see a rock or anything we could use?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highschool of the Dead(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 08:04:49</strong>
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				kasumi smiled lightly "there isn't any need to break the windows natsu-chan" he walked forward pulling a small object out of his jacket pocket he then kneeled infront of the door examining the lock "ah so it hasn't changed that's good" and with a flick of his wrist the small item was inserted into the lock. he twitched his hands a few times and there was a soft clicking sound. with that he stood up and opened the door. the smile had never once left his face "well now that's out of the way let's see what we can find hmm?" and with that he put the small object back into his jacket and jestured for natsu to go first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highschool of the Dead(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 08:25:53</strong>
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				Tama gave another one of her little meeps again, and blushed an adorable shade of red once more, at Nori's more typical actions. It was a bit of a comfort really to have Nori absolutely obliviate the tension like that. She took a shuddering little breath, before frowning her usual frown at Nori tweaking her nose.<br><br><strong>"I . . ahem . . Yes, it's a poor choice of words. We should . . focus."</strong> She nodded at Nori's statements, agreed, and gave him disbelieving stares where applicable. When it came to the bus, she just shrugged.<br><br><strong>"A car is a machine. A bus is a machine. Hotwiring it would be child's play."</strong> She said this so matter of factly, like it wasn't a big deal to her, that it was almost absurd. When the phone came out, she just decided to wait and see. The phone was a good idea, but hers was back in her schoolbag, in her class . . .
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				Title: <strong>Re: Highschool of the Dead(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 01:21:46</strong>
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				As the dial button was hit the phone clicked before an automated message began. "We're sorry but your call cannot be completed at this time. Please hang up and try your call again. If this is an emergency then please hang up and dial 9-1-1."<br><br>The message repeated twice before clicking to a busy signal. The power in the building suddenly went out, the daylight filling the windows the only form of light. This would probably make it harder to identify the undead from the drowsy.<br><br>Inside the kendo hall the weapons and other such things that were used for practice were still there. The armor could do good against blunt damage but tearing, and other such wouldn't be helpful. The wooden swords on the far wall were ready, as if practice were to begin any second.<br><br>Meanwhile at the gate, the remaining bolts shake but still hold firm in place. At least for a moment. One other bolt flys into the courtyard. The gate would last only so much longer. There was ONE bus in the parking lot. There were other cars and such but only one bus. But to get to them the students were going to have to go through a few obstacles.<br><br>All hell was breaking loose. A woman smiled as she ran with her best friend. They held hands as they ran through the halls.<br><br>"We'll get somewhere save and wait it out! We'll be the best of friends!" one said.<br><br>"Forever and ever!" the other said.<br><br>They ran into the courtyard but the infection had already spread quite a ways through the school. Several students, that had been skipping class out back came from around the building. The girls were grabbed as they ran past, heading for the bus, one of them being eaten alive.<br><br>"LET ME GO!" the other shouted, pulling. "LET ME GO YOU BITCH!"<br><br>It didn't take long for the others to grab the screaming girl and tear her to shreds as well.
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