Tachibana High - Anime Role-Play
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				Title: <strong>Tachibana High - Anime Role-Play</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>18-02-2012, 05:45:12</strong>
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				<strong>Tachibana High – Anime Discussion (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131760.0)<br>Tachibana High – Anime Profiles (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131759.0)<br>Tachibana High – Anime Setting and News (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131761.0)<br>Tachibana High - Anime Role-Play (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132320.0)</strong><br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">First off, hi everyone and welcome to the Tachibana High role-play! <br><br>This story will essentially be cut into chapters which will include both a darker and lighter side (although the prologue will favour the latter) as well as any branching plots which fit the theme and atmosphere. At the end of each chapter, a synopsis will be written to help ease in any players looking to join and also just because I love reminiscing. <br><br>As for the anime videos I’ll post with each starting chapter, they’re only to reflect the areas which I snatched ideas and inspiration from; they’re also just because I think they’re fun to watch or listen to, like the themes I’ll intermittently include for atmosphere.<br><br>Please be sure to read the rules in "Anime Profiles" before posting.<br><br>With that said, despite only controlling a single character for now, I’d like to finish by asking if you could please add this text above each of your posts:</span></em></div><br><div align="center"><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[b]Character:[/b] <br>[b]Location:[/b]<br>[b]Uniform:[/b] (Standard, Academics, Sports, Disciplinary, Gym or Other)</code></pre><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>And so begins the prologue to what I hope is an enduring and fun-filled story! </strong> </span> </div> <br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">PROLOGUE: BACK TO SCHOOL</span></strong><br><br>School Rumble (Opening) sin creditos [HD] (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SuITDVdlOjQ#)</div><br><hr><br><div align="center"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">CLICK FOR THEME</span></strong> (http://www.youtube.com/watch/?v=kjJFsW8Vggo)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>First Assembly of the Year!</strong><br><strong>Character:</strong> School Body<br><strong>Location:</strong> Courtyard, Between Dorms and Reception, and Staff Offices<br><br>The clear morning sky glowed with a healthy orange as the gates to Tachibana High finally creaked open to allow the first few students of the year to shuffle slowly onto the premises. They came from far and near, returning from their school-free-lives and back to the old ball and chain, whether by the underground transit system or the long, lonely, road which cut through the forests from Toyama. Many ambled through the entrance with a gloomy slump while others strode forward with bright smiles and a visible enthusiasm, all carrying with them their own fears and aspirations for the months ahead. Hugs, greetings and even a few kisses passed between pupils as they gradually filled the courtyard and reacquainted themselves with their old cliques, causing a slow murmur, punctuated by a few isolated giggles and groans, to rise from the growing student rabble.<br><br>Inside the dorms the early-comers finished unpacking while the late-comers contented themselves with a casual toss of their belongings into their rooms. The halls of the student quarters echoed with squeals and laughter as friends bumped into each other and the lines for gossip swiftly opened, with many keen to learn of what had transpired over the past few months. Talk of the new principals was hot off the lips of many as they stoked the possibilities and spread them like a fire in a dry wood, the truth mattering little to those who hungered for nothing more than a bit of shock and intrigue. Even a rumour of how the new staff members were practicing demonologists, or warlocks, managed to wriggle its way onto the grapevine, an almost sane conclusion when compared to some of the ridiculous nonsense the teen minds could conjure.<br><br>Meanwhile, as the students prepared themselves for the first day of school, the teachers did the same. The staff offices, once quiet, were now filled with educators as most mimicked the students in their varying attitudes of gloom and enthusiasm. They flashed the odd smile or simply muttered brief greetings as they passed each other in the halls, too busy preparing for the first day to worry about what their colleagues were up to. This didn’t stop the odd bit of gossip from circling the staff lounge during brief respites as the teachers repeated some of the stories they had overheard from the students. A little malevolent laughter also snuck its way into their conversations as they discussed the various methods they’d be using to teach, including a few pop-quizzes some hoped to rattle their students’ cages with. <br><br><br><strong>Laying Low…</strong><br><strong>Character:</strong> School Body<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Indoor Court<br><br>While most of the students readied themselves normally for the year ahead, there were those who looked to their usual tricks in preparation. Already a small gathering was forming near the building which housed the indoor courts, just opposite the side of the dorms and reception. Here a few sneaks hoped to skip the first assembly of the year, a tradition in which the school would have all the students herded into the auditorium to listen to a number of long boring speeches on what to expect and the changes made for the coming year. It was a risky business as it required the delinquents to avoid any teachers patrolling during the assembly while forcing them to slink back into class unnoticed once the entire dull affair had ended. Most of them were veterans however and so remained unconcerned but a few showed their green side in their anxious behaviour.<br><br>“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” a sixteen year old blonde giggled nervously amidst the two friends she had huddled with, her body shaking slightly as she intermittently glanced about. The two brunettes of the trio weren’t any better even as they tried to encourage her, their own fear of being caught apparent in their jittery motions and tones, “It’s fine, I know someone who used to do this all the time, apparently the staff never come around this side at this time… I hope.” The vets simply sniggered at the novice troublemakers as they hung about the small area; some sitting, some lying and some leaning against the building as they allowed the cool shade of a nearby tree and the brisk morning air to ease any concerns.</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tachibana High - Anime Role-Play</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloody Rose</strong> on <strong>18-02-2012, 06:30:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong>Kiroshi (http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/531293-bigthumbnail.jpg)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at School Music Room</div><br>The new day arrived and with it a new year of high school, a new year of him getting the best out of everybody in grades and they getting the best of him in about...everything else. A year where he will be bullied, made fun of and most likely will not find a girl to call a friend but he would go through it anyways. The buzz from his cellphone went off waking Kiro up, the image of a bomb blowing up a school was shown in the screen of his cellphone <em>7:45am....School Starts</em>. He groaned and woke up not feeling up to going to the first day of school but knowing his mother would most likely kill him if he did not go. He sighed and walked to the bathroom to get ready, after a quick shower he dressed up in the school uniform and walked downstairs only to be confronted by her mother.<br><br>"Kiro-kun, waking up late the first day of school, this is not like you Kiro I had your breakfast ready a long time ago" said the mother that would obviously give head to toes for Kiro. Her husband dying in a car crash she was left to care for Kiro alone so she had to go through two jobs and she was barely at home. She served him a glass of juice and some bacon with eggs. <br><br>Kiro was not going to have it though, "Nai mom I am going directly to school,&nbsp; thanks for the breakfast". He nodded as he waved at her leaving the house, he always made enough money helping others around school so he was pretty self sufficient in the money aspect at least for a normal day of school. His glasses hanging from his nose and the book he was reading as he walked showed exactly to what cliche he belonged to, nerds. He could not complain though in the future he would be working for NASA while the others would most likely be doing minimal wage jobs to earn some money. Being the smart kid at school had it's privilege but also had it's drawbacks. <br><br>He got to the school and looked at it, a new year hopefully this year would be better than his last. He sighed raising his book up and continuing to read as he walked. he did not wanted to see anybody at that moment, he always skipped the introduction having memorized it again and again. He knew the place where he wanted to be, the music room and his best friend the piano. He arrived to the room and was glad it was at least open, walking inside he sat down on the seat of the piano and rose up the cover. He smiled as he slowly started playing the piano, thing that he did not had on his own home and caused him to sneak inside the school every night to play. As the tunes started sounding through the halls he hoped none of the teachers would manage to get him like that he knew he would be in trouble if they did but at the moment he did not cared.<br><br>He had written most if not every song that he played, it was something about writing songs that smoothed him and relaxed him. He could pour his soul into the song and he knew anybody that was hearing could easily understand him and how he was. He smiled as he played, the music getting him away to a place where he rarely go and rarely a smile was seen on his face. To most people he was just one of the nerds who had no passion for anything but books reason why they never got to really know him. However he was so much more and hopefully this year he could manage to get some friends. <br><br>Beautiful Emotional Music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9s5a2C-CQNI#ws) 
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				Post by: <strong>ZameRagues</strong> on <strong>18-02-2012, 07:10:32</strong>
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				<strong>Character:</strong> Sam Milligan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Student Dorms (Male side)<br><strong>Uniform:</strong> Sports Uniform<br><br>Sam woke up as if it were any morning, nothing special, till he peered at his calender. First day of school. "Guess it's here, let's go see what this year will bring." Scratching his head as he looked around his room, a desk sat in the room several tools and pieces of metal litter the open spaces around a computer monitor and keyboard. A quick jump into the shower left his morning grog behind as he felt more refreshed. Hiding within his closet hung his uniform, a couple sets lined in a row. "First day one should always look good. Sports uniform it is." With school books and sports clothing tucked neatly away in his messenger bag, slipping the bag over his shoulder he grabbed his bike and set off towards school. He didn't live in a dorm, nor with his parents, living alone was his choice since leaving home. Living alone allowed him to more easily conceal his habits and hobbies from prying eyes.<br><br>Living in the residential area of the city it wasn't a long bike ride to school, it wasn't short either. Passing the time as he rode he planned out his first prospect venture for the new school year. "<em>Let's see, same thing as last year. I wander the dorms, looking for a room, popping in and out of rooms as students unpack. Should I be stopped I ask for directions, today's only rule "no stealing". Would be suspicious if something goes missing same time that a stranger popped into the room it went missing from.</em>" The thought out plan was routine, each year of high school was the same, no changes meant no mistakes. He wasn't even half way to school now, "Wheres the half way mark?" asking himself he peered around the road. "Not there yet."&nbsp; Beginning a song he passed the time till he got to school.<br><br>"Well it was on this Monday morning and the day be calm and fine. A harbour grace excursion with the boys who had the time and just before the sailor took the gangway from the pier, I saw some fellow haul me wife aboard as a volunteer." Singing calmly to himself out loud, he continued his bike ride. By the time he finished his song, he had had reached the school gates. A quick lock up on a rack, he ventured quickly to the Male dorms. Taking out a small brown date book, he acted as if he was looking for a specific room, which always seemed to evade him. Popping into a couple rooms to ask for directions, each time he received the information and ventured down the hall performing the act again. Every few rooms an item would catch his eye, a book, piece of technology, trinket, anything that would be worth something when pawned off or that he might want for himself. Taking note of the room and number of occupants in his book after leaving each room. Several times over the act was performed, with each floor as well. <br><br>Finally finishing with a decent list of targets, he put the book away and made it back outside. Looking across the courtyard at the opposing building, was the girl's side. Playing dress up would be the only real way of venturing through that building without causing a commotion, but he wasn't much for playing dress up. Sam had to pickpocket the girls or take advantage of one leaving her bag behind. "My final year, I'll crack that vault, that's my yearly goal."&nbsp; Finding a bench he sat down for a moment to catch the fresh air, after being around so many people and before being around so many more people. The starting assembly was still to come, face time was important as to not arouse suspicion. Getting an eye at the girls for this year was really the only bright side to the assembly, least for him. The assembly was always the same, a great big hello and here are the rules, ending with a good year comment or speech. Always boring.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Full song</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7XzSeu3Eso4</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tachibana High - Anime Role-Play</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sharon</strong> on <strong>18-02-2012, 11:35:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>I guess I would rather be here than with them....</strong><br><strong>Character:</strong><span class="bbc_u">Grace Casey Aka Wind</span><br><strong>Location:</strong><em>At the school gates...</em><br><strong>Uniform:</strong><del>Other</del>,<em>Stander</em><br>Hollywood Undead - S.C.A.V.A. Lyrics FULL HD (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7HiU0wkS7PU#ws)<br></div><br>Grace has been packed for weeks waiting and counting down the days before school would open their doors back to the students. She hated going to the Tuner's place, thought they feel that she needed to come "home" for holidays though they don't see her pain. As they try to make her family while she just wanted her family back, though she knew that no one could bring them back. So she stay cold toward the world and call herself on her own until she dies. She just wounder if anyone would really try to crack the her shell... and if they did would she even let them in? She seen the world as it was cold and unfair yet she didn't let herself bring to cut or anything. <br><br>As everyone was still sleeping in their little sicking perfect world she was looking for things that she could trade for things that she would need while she was at school and any money that she could find. She didn't care because deep down she knew that Tuners never really cared about her. They did it because they promise her parents that if anything happened to them they would take care of their kids. Grace shiver and it was really late anyways she hardly sleep because dreams of their screaming. She swallow hard as if she was pushing all her thoughts down into her belly and that she could think that she could shit out all her problems. She call a taxi that would take her through the long draw drive through the forest.<br><br>She knew that she is going to get bitch out because she didn't let them drive her the long hour or so drive to the school but she didn't want to hear them bitch about how she could do better than what she was. She didn't know what to tell them she was making good grades, she was doing everything the teachers asked of her. She was not getting fat and lazy or anything like that. She shook her head, she was not going to allow herself think about them now that they are behind her for a while until the pulled her out of school for family time that makes her sick. As she looked at them she see her family that she never hear their laugh, their voice, just their screams as they die.&nbsp; <br><br>As she pay for her ride she gets out and walked out looking at another want be home, this world is nothing but cold and hell. She carried her bags alone as she looked at everyone talking to each other. She was sure some of the class mates stop and looked at her. She was sure whisper that called her bitchy or other things she just kept her cold smile on her face that most people seen on her face other than when she is running. She run around the all the groups and knew that she belong to none of them only because of her wall that she put up, thinking that she couldn't let anyone in because she would just end up killing them as well.&nbsp; She held back her tears as she head to her room to put her things down.&nbsp; Her room had a bed on both sides she sigh thinking <em>'Great, they forcing me to talked to people...'</em> <br><br>She sigh as she started to unload her bags as she could hear the girls outside in the halls. She got her radio out and plugged it up and turned on her favorite CD and bob her head to the sound of the song as she unpacked. She was not looking forward to the "Kill me Now!" speech, she was sure that not much had changed in the few months. And if so she sure that she will learn them soon enough. She started with her bed, she made it rather quickly knowing that it most likely going to get messed up after class. The first day of school was so boarding that it would make anyone fall sleep, books pass out class rules and what the teachers want out of you. Signing papers filling out papers... it was so tiresome at times as it was the same thing for each class of the day. She thought about it, class, nap then a nice run around school before you had to be back in your dorms. Don't want anyone doing something they would want to forget... <br><br>She then went on to get her cloths out and hanging them and putting away the iron was well. She may not like this place but she was not going to make herself look ugly in already ugly uniforms. She smiled as she play with her green hair that she died just to pissed of the Tuners. It had worked as she pulled out a outfit for today and got dress as she went on unpacking afterwards. She didn't know what else to do she really didn't wanted to go the the speech she knew where her first class was. So, if she plays her cards right she could play it off as she went back to get pen and paper... Though she was not sure what she was going to do with this year... she just hope that it was going to be a good one... <br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tachibana High - Anime Role-Play</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>20-02-2012, 00:11:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Hiraga Lawlet<br><strong>Location:</strong> Male Dorms<br><strong>Uniform:</strong> Standard</div><br>Hiraga tugged furiously at his tie. "Damn tie. Why do we even have to wear it?" He hated dressing in anything besides the most casual of attire, and he found himself already hating the school uniforms. Hiraga was a first year, and he had only just arrived at the school. He had traveled from America the day before and spent a night in a hotel. He was one of the few who woke up early so he could unpack everything. His family was financially well off, and he had several suitcases filled with his personal belongings. His most treasured luxury item was his computer which he had just crafted with his own hands a few weeks back just to take to school. He had told his parents it would help him do homework, when in reality he really only wanted it to game and chat. He let out a yawn, raising his hands and stretching his limbs. Hiraga hated the morning, and preferred being out at night. He tried to stay upbeat, but he hated every part of school besides the girls. He had to leave his girlfriend back at home, but he figured he would have a nice set of new options at Tachibana. He was looking forward to exploring the new fish in the sea.<br><br>He finished his preparations by loading up his backpack with supplies and textbooks. He left his dorm room, making sure to lock it. Hiraga was awful with directions, so he decided he would begin to walk around and see if he could tail somebody who looked like they knew where they were going. Until then, he would just wander around the hallways of the dormitory. As always, headphones were glued into his ears. He never seemed to go without them, and his music was pumping loud enough so others adjacent could hear it ever so slightly.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>21-02-2012, 18:20:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Akihiro Sabreheim<br><strong>Location:</strong> Student "Hiding" place<br><strong>Uniform:</strong> Standard</div><br>High school sucked, no matter which way you looked at it or how optimistic you tried to be; it would always boil down to that.&nbsp; &nbsp;It got even worse if you did something really stupid and ended up being held back a year because of it. That was what happened to Akihiro; and now he had to deal with all the boring start-of-the-year speeches, lectures, rules and other irritating factors.&nbsp; It sucked because he was seventeen years old and should be a junior but stuck as a freshman due to trouble in the previous year. While everyone was joyful about another year and were already getting together in their boring little cliques (which never noticeably changed); Akihiro was simply making his way toward the school building. The starting speech would be a good chance to catch up on the sleep he’d missed the previous night when he was forced up early to make the train. He’d gone home, as per school protocol, for the break and was hoping his dorm room was still “his”. Should be- something to look forward to at least.<br><br>He got off the train alongside a gaggle of other students heading to Tachibana High and sighed, then let out an irritated huff as he pulled his shades down over his eyes. The morning sunlight in the station, particularly on the platform was always terribly bright and his hurt his eyes.&nbsp; Akihiro knew that he’d be in trouble for it later but he didn’t give a damn; he’d been in worse. Pausing only to grab a quick bite to eat out of a vending machine; he would continue on to the school; his uniform jacket open in the front revealing that he already wasn’t in dress code; wearing a dark red undershirt instead of the standard color. <br><br>His long oak-brown hair streaming out behind him in the ragged ponytail as he walked, his pack slung over his right shoulder as he did; the coppery highlights catching the suns’ warm rays.&nbsp; Still he couldn’t hide himself; being overly tall for his age and well-built he stood out; waving a greeting to people he recognized from the previous year that’d been held back for other offenses he’d sigh. ‘Great. Just one more year in this dump…” He sighed and continued up.<br><br>Unlike the others, he’d decide to totally ditch the start of year speech in the end, after finding out his classroom assignment. Heading for a secluded spot that he knew of where nobody usually went. Though he wasn’t’ sure if anyone else had found it and was using it in the same way; when he stumbled across the group of students there he grunted. “I suppose this makes sense.&nbsp; That speech is pretty damn boring. That why you’re all here?” he asked them.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 05:37:04</strong>
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				<strong>Brotherly Love</strong><br><strong>Character:</strong> Turtle Sackire<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Dorms<br><strong>Uniform:</strong> Uniform<br><br>Tachibana High is a beautiful thing to observe from afar. Its large, well kept grounds and beautifully designed buildings make it a marvel to look at when you're up in a high place, whether it be from a plane or from the rooftop of one of the tall buildings on the campus. The school also looked pretty from the ground, as there were a lot of gardens, fountains, and other decorations scattered across the campus. Every time Turtle stepped on its grounds, Tachibana never failed to take her breath away. <br><br>Today was her official first day attending the school as a junior. While not being very popular and not having a “true” friend she could call her own, Turtle was determine to make this year better than the last ones. After all, she was a junior now. This was the year when high school <em>truly</em> began. She was considered one of the older kids in school now after all(despite being one of the youngest in her grade), and has to show a good example for the younger classmen. <br><br>Turtle came here with her two brothers; Anemone and Quill. Her older brother Anemone was 21 years old, and was a former student here (known as the heartthrob of his class because of his tall height, athletic capabilities, and his handsome face). Her other brother Quill was 12 years younger than her, and was expected to come here in the future when he was old enough. The two of them came with her to help her get settled into her dorm and say goodbye, as this will probably be the last time they would see her for a while...<br>---<br>Brushing her hair in the large mirror in her room, Turtle was just finishing up getting ready for her first big day at Tachibana High. The tall, busty young lass was quite a stunning person to look at, as her innocent youthful face went well with her tall, busty body. Turtle fancied her appearance herself, despite being quite frowsy when it came to looking feminine. For her first day she wore a variant of the standard uniform of the school: a white button down shirt with sleeves that only covered half of her shoulders, a thin wool vest of a light brown color (without sleeves), a dark blue mini skirt with matching long socks and white sneakers. While it wasn’t the best looking uniform available to the students, Turtle never failed to look cute in the outfit.<br><br>When she was finished combing her hair, she grabbed a hair tie on the bureau next to the mirror and tied her hair into a nice ponytail. After swaying her hair in front of the mirror to make sure it was perfect, Turtle looked back at her little brother Quill, who was lying on her bed looking at her laptop’s screen. There were strange noises coming out of the laptop’s speakers that, while were illegible from the low volume, sounded strangely like techno music…<br><br>“So, Quill! How do I look?” she said in a cheery and bubbly voice, twirling around in a circle to show off her outfit and hair. The little boy gave a soft moan, but didn’t look up from the laptop’s screen. Noticing her brother’s lack of attention, Turtle gave him a dissatisfying look.<br><br>“Hey, are you listening to me?” she asked the small boy. There was no response.<br>“Hey!” she said louder. Still no response from the little boy.<br>“Hey!!!” Still no response.<br>“Quill!” STILL no response.<br>“Quill!!!” How many times do I have to repeat myself?<br>Turtle’s fists clenched in rage as her temper reached its boiling point from her brother’s failure to communicate with her. She looked at him, completely hypnotized by her laptop’s screen, trapped in a trance that would not be broken by simple means. Her brother’s ADD was a powerful foe indeed… A foe she knew all too well…<br><br>The atmosphere of the room filled with rage and wrath as Turtle’s darker side began to emerge. “Listen to me…” Turtle said between clenched teeth. “OR I WILL EAT YOUR LIMBS!!!!!!”<br><br>And just like that, Quill was broken from the laptop’s spell and looked up at her with a dumbfounded look. “Wha?...” he muttered, his voice as innocent as could be.<br><br>Just as Quill looked up, Turtle became normal again, the agitation and fury disappearing from her person. She gave him a sweet, innocent smile, and giggled. “Welcome back!’ she said in her usual bubbly tone. “I just wanted your opinion on how I look! Do I look pretty?” Turtle twirled around again for her brother to see.<br><br>Quill cocked his head to the side, and gave another soft moan. “I think you look pretty no matter what you wear, onee-chan…” he said in an irresistible cute voice.<br><br>Turtle’s face flushed red as her brother’s irresistible cuteness pierced through her heart like a hot knife through butter. She gave a loud “Kyaa!” as she lunged toward her brother, barely missing her laptop as she landed on Quill. She picked him up in her arms and squeezed him in a tight hug, smushing his face between her breasts.<br><br>“Oh you are just so CUTE little brother!” Turtle squealed as she “cuddled” her brother to death. “You always know how to make my day!” The small boy struggled in her arms as he was slowly being suffocated by her sister. His arms and legs flailed in attempt to break free of his sister’s grasp but to no avail…<br><br>Quill was saved from an early death when Turtle diverted her eyes to the laptop screen that her brother was looking at only seconds ago. She cocked her head to the side as she observed the peculiar image on the screen. Her eyes became glued to the screen and her gripped loosened on her brother, who fell back on the mattress and quickly began gasping to refill his body with fresh air. Red in the face, he looked up at Turtle and the dazed look she had on her face.<br><br>Turtle was still as she stared at the screen. “What… are you watching?” she muttered to Quill. She briefly looked down at her keyboard, and moved her finger towards the volume button…<br>-----<br><strong>Some Time Later…</strong><br>Walking down the hallway coolly and casually, Anemone approached his sister’s dorm room, carrying a black bag over his shoulder. As he approached Turtle’s dorm he could hear a feint sound coming from one of the rooms. It sounded like music, with an upbeat tune and high-pitched vocals. At first Anemone thought that it was just one of the students listening to their new-age pop music extremely loudly in their room to blow off steam for the coming school year, but soon realized that it was coming from Turtle’s room as he approached the door. Which was strange, since Turtle hated new age pop music…<br><br>Of course, as Anemone got closer he realized that it wasn’t new age pop music at all! It was still hard to make out, but it sounded like… well, he wasn’t sure what it sounded like! Anemone reached for the doorknob, and said “Turtle! I’m coming in!” as he opened the door. As he slowly opened the door the extremely loud music blasted out of the room, and the song became clear. <br><br>Nyan Cat 10 hours HD 720p (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jI-kpVh6e1U#ws)<br><br>Anemone was taken aback by the loud “nyaning” so much that he stumbled backward. At first he was dumbfounded by the noise, but quickly realized that the music was going to attract a lot of attention if it went on for much longer. He rushed to his feet and stormed into the room, quickly closing the door behind him as he entered. <br><br>“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!” he screamed at his siblings, who were sitting on the bed motionless. Turtle sat crossed legged on her bed with her mouth open and eyes blank with drool dripping down her mouth, and with Quill sitting on her lap with the same expression. The two of them seemed to completely block out Anemone’s words for they were too entranced with a flying pop-tart cat dancing on the laptop’s screen. Noticing his failure to communicate with them, Anemone sighed in frustration and rubbed his eyes before walking over to the bed.<br><br>When Anemone reached the bed he violently slammed the laptop’s screen down (Thus turning off the horribly obnoxious music) and picked it up, where he proceeded to slap his sister across the face with the large object. Turtle flew off the bed and onto the floor, hitting her head hard against the ground. She was suddenly broken from her trance and life returned to her face, and looked around the room like she didn’t know where she was. Her eyes eventually met with Anemone’s.<br><br>“Oh, Anemone! When did you get here?” she asked in her usual bubbly tone, completely oblivious to the fact that she was in a trance or the damage she took when her brother assaulted her with the laptop (which was miniscule; there was barely a scratch on her!). Anemone looked down at her in both annoyance and frustration as he began to scold her.<br><br>“What the hell are you doing looking at pointless shit like this online?” he said in an angered breath. “You DO know that the opening ceremony starts soon, right!?”<br><br>Turtle picked herself up and brushed herself off. “Don’t worry, big brother! I got it all under control! I got ready extra early, just in case I dozed off again! See?” Turtle twirled around in a circle to show off her uniform. “Don’t I look pretty, big bro?”<br><br>Anemone sighed in frustration. “You… are impossible, you know that?” he complained. “You and Quill, always spacing out or getting distracted or drifting out in your own little world. It’s going to get you killed someday if you’re not careful…” Anemone looked down at Quill, who was still laying on the floor in a trance. “Him especially. He’s only four years old and he has it worse than you do.”<br><br>Just after Anemone finished his sentence, Turtle scooped Quill up into her arms and squeezed him tightly against her body like before, this time breaking Quill of his trance. “Don’t say such mean things to Quill!” she scolded. “He’s only just a baby! He can’t help it!”<br><br>Anemone sighed again. “I give up…” he muttered, rubbing his forehead in the palm of his freehand. “You should get going, or you may miss the assembly. Quill and I will catch up with you afterward to say goodbye.”<br><br>“Oh, that’s right! The introduction ceremony starts soon!” Turtle exclaimed. “Come on, Quill! Let’s go!” With her little brother in her arms, Turtle rushed out of her dorm and into the hallway, where she proceeded down the corridor and into the stairwell. She was too fast for Anemone to protest taking Quill with her, but at this point he really stopped caring.<br>---<br><strong>Outside</strong><br>As Turtle exited the female dorm building, she put Quill down on the ground and took his hand. “Now, let’s see if I remember where the assembly is being held…” she said to herself, before wandering the campus with her little brother in tow. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tachibana High - Anime Role-Play</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 05:09:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>"So... Are you nervous?"<br><br>"Nervous...? Why would I be nervous?"<br><br>"It's going to be our first day back at school, and nobody even knows we're a couple yet. Aren't you the least bit worried at how the rest of the guys are going to look at you when they see you with the head cheerleader draped over your arm? My hearts pounding just at the thought of it."<br><br>"I think you just want me to worry about them so that you can show off your new boy-toy."<br><br>"What's wrong with being proud of the way my boyfriend can fight?"<br><br>"See?! I knew it! Gosh Mikomi, one of these days you're going to get me killed."<br><br>"Nah... You're too strong to let yourself die for a girl like me."<br><br>"... What am I going to do about you?"<br><br>"..."<br><br>"..."<br><br>"... Katsu..."<br><br>"Yeah?"<br><br>"You know you're more than just a boy-toy to me, right?"<br><br>"Yeah... I know... And if it came down to it... I'd die to protect you with no regrets."<br><br>"Baka! Don't say things like that!"<br><br>"What?! I was trying to be romantic." <br><br>"Yeah, really romantic. Did you ever think how it would be for me if I were to ever lose you?!<br><br>"Ow, ow, ow! Stop hitting me Mikomi!"<br><br>"I don't know how I could even continue living if you weren't in my life?!"<br><br>"..."<br><br>"What...? Why're you looking at me like that...?"<br><br>"You're crying."<br><br>"Eh... Well, it's your fault you jerk!"<br><br>"Mikomi..."<br><br>"Huh...?! What're you doing?!"<br><br>"Comforting you."<br><br>"What?! Here?! Now?! But we're about to pull into the station! The people leaving the train will see us!"<br><br>"So, let them see. That's what you wanted, wasn't it?"<br><br>"Yeah, but... This is too much..."<br><br>"Then how about just a kiss?"<br><br>"A kiss?"<br><br>"Yeah... Don't you think that would be a romantic way to start off the new year?"<br><br>"I guess..."<br><br>"Oh, Mikomi... You're so cute when you're like this."<br><br>"Baka..."</em><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">"Now Arriving at Tachibana High!"</span></strong><br><br><strong>Character:</strong> Katsu Kouseitani<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Dojo<br><strong>Uniform:</strong> Sports Uniform</div><br>Katsu's eyes slowly opened as the train conductor's voice echoed through the car via the loud speaker. He had been in a deep sleep ever since the train had left his home back in the U.S., so it took his body a brief moment to recover from the haze of his relaxed state. His long, muscular arms stretched upward and a yawn escaped his throat as his yellow eyes shifted toward the seat next to himself. It was empty, although that was a different story a year ago. Katsu shook his head to rid his thoughts of his memories, not wanting to show up on the first day of his final year with a depressed look on his face. She wouldn't have wanted that. He stood up from his seat, fixing up his sports uniform so that he was presentable. His eyes traveled around the car, noticing the other students. Some were looking back at him, but he tried to pay them no mind as he reached up for the overhead compartment to grab his bag. However, it wasn't a good enough distraction to keep him from overhearing their whispers about him. As he pulled the bag down and over his shoulder, he shot his best 'I'll end you where you stand' glare over to the kids. The whispering ceased, and with that, Katsu was on his way out of the train.<br>&nbsp;<br>It didn't take long before Katsu was standing at the front entrance of Tachibana High, taking in it's familiar sight. Several students rushed by suddenly, one of them shouting to the others about making it on time for the school assembly. "First years..." He sighed, pitying the youth for their eagerness and naivety. If only they knew how this school would change them over the few years. At least, if they were even able to make it that far. Alas, there was nothing that Katsu could do. They would have to find their own ways to overcome the obstacles that lie ahead for them.<br><br>However, the students had reminded Katsu of something very important, and that was the school assembly. It wasn't long until it started, and Katsu, being a member of a sports club, knew that his appearance there would be most important to the school, hoping to set a good example for the incoming students. Still, on this first day, Kastu was not really up to showcasing himself in front of the entire student body for a school that he just wanted out of. All he really wanted to do was reach his sanctuary, the Tachibana High's dojo. Before he could go there, though, he'd need to drop off his bag at his dorm. After having stood in the same spot for over 5 minutes just thinking, Katsu finally headed into the school, making his way to his dorm.<br><br>On Katsu's way through the halls of the male dormitory, he managed to pick up on several of the peculiar new rumors that circulated among the students, both incoming and returning. A giggle came from him as he remembered his first year and how gullible a new rumor reached his ears. Things were different now that he was in his final year. He knew what was truth and what wasn't, so keeping to himself was probably the best option for him since he didn't like to get caught up with the mumbo-jumbo of the others, although somehow he always fell in the middle of it.<br><br>Katsu had approached his room, and noticed that the door was open. His roommates things were already set up in the room, but once again, he or she wasn't there. {{Great... Another year of an 'invisible roommate'...}} The red-hairded boy thought as walked inside. He immediately went over to bed, dropping his bag on. Rather than relaxing for a moment in the familiarity of his surroundings, Katsu reached into his bag, pulling out his martial arts uniform. As quickly as the boy could, he changed his clothes and left the room, heading over to the school dojo.<br><br>Finally, Katsu had arrived at where he wanted to be ever since awaking off of the train. The dojo was always the only place that felt like a home to him since the 'incident', so every time he entered it, his mind was at ease. It appeared that he was the only one there, but that didn't bother him. He relished in the privacy whenever he could get it. Plus, it wasn't that unusual for the dojo to be empty since there wasn't usually many member. Part of him wondered if there would be any more this year, always eager to welcome some competition. A grin formed from his lips at the thought.<br><br>"Now, time to warm up a bit." Katsu said aloud as he approached the center the dojo. He began simply with his stretches, cracks being heard with each move of his muscles, revealing how tight his body had become just from sleeping on the train. Once his body was loose enough, it was time to begin his training. "First, calisthenics." His body dropped to the floor and got into push-up position. "1... 2... 3..." The martial artists counted as he began his workout. Soon after came sit-ups, crunches, squats, and jumping jacks. He kept his voice low as he counted, not wanting to alert anyone who came by that he was already in there training.<br><br>After he was done, it was time for Katsu to get into the real part of his training, his techiniques and fighting style, if you could call it a style. Even though his nickname was 'Tachibana's Bruce Lee', he didn't actually fight like Bruce Lee. Katsu, although having begun with tradition fighting methods, had veered off from tradition and used his own unique style of martial arts to fight. He felt it seperated him from other martial artists and kept himself unpredictable to his enemy. This was the main reason that he preferred to practice alone, the other reason being that his technique was still very raw and didn't want another's eyes to witness it until it was perfected. That's why now was a perfect time as ever for him to train.<br><br>Katsu approached a punching bag, took a deep breath as his body relaxed, and he then took a fighting stance, southpaw. Originally, he was an Orthodox fighter, but in order to train himself to be complete, he practiced the southpaw as well. That way, if there was ever a situation where Katsu could not use his right hand, his left hand would be just as strong and quick in order to compensate. His eyes closed for a brief moment, giving his mind a moment to focus, before they re-opened, capturing the sight of his target and sending a signal to his body to begin his combinations upon the punching bag.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tachibana High - Anime Role-Play</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZameRagues</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 06:50:06</strong>
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				Character: Sam Milligan<br>Location: Indoor Pool<br>Uniform: Armored Sports Uniform<br><br>People continued to talk amongst themselves both within the building and out in the courtyard, quiet was not here at the moment. Rubbing his face Sam looked at his arm, "I'm finished with the start of the year look, might as well get comfortable. Could check on the water as well, get some movement in before the assembly starts." Checking his phone for the time, he had plenty to spare.<br><br>Every year wound up the same, new people show up as well as returning students always talking to each other. Questions of summer and plans for the year, were the main topic with most. His Summer and plans were different then most other student's, a grin painted Sam's face at the thought. His source of money came almost equally from an actual job and his thievery skills. Arriving at the indoor pool, he peeked inside one of the few windows at ground level, other windows were higher up to avoid outside interaction while competitive swimmers practiced in uniform. The indoor pool was dark inside, and locked, however the pool was full. "Let's see here new lock?" Sam had markings to easily identify territory he's been through, to make it easier to return to. Feeling the underside of the door handle with his fingernails, he caught a deep scratch at a 45 degree angle, simple mark was the best. "Same as previous years." Snagging a set of small picks from a pocket of his messenger bag, he had the door open fast. Quietly closing it behind himself, he left it unlocked for quick exit. <br><br>Chlorine, the smell of the familiar chemical filled his nose. He could almost feel it in the air he was so used to it. A deep breath brought comfort. To Sam the feeling of swimming was flying, to be almost weightless and control yourself on all three axis. With water being denser then air came pressure, remembering how good it felt just to lay on the bottom of the pool when it was full and feel the water pushing down till he ran out of air. "Definitely still the same, but I can't go for a swim just yet I need to be fairly presentable during the assembly. Which means I need steel." Tossing his bag onto a bleacher, he opened it up to remove a steel gauntlet made of steel scales and ring. Slipping the article over his right forearm, he clenched his fist, the scales that lay on the knuckles flared up. The idea of backhanding anyone with this glove seemed painful, all the scales would pop up the tips digging into the other person's flesh likely to cause bleeding. Sam wasn't a violent person, just greedy, the scales lay flat and smooth like a snake when his hand was in a more relaxed position then a fist. In addition, Sam equipped a couple of chains made from scales that simply hung from his belt loops.<br><br>Adjusting the armor wear needed, he looked over the surface of the pool. Perfectly flat, as if nothing was there. Most seemed to enjoy waves when looking at water, the perfect stillness put a glint in Sam's eye. If close to the floor looking at the surface, it acted as a mirror. "I promise I'll jump in soon, just have to deal with the starting school crap first." Taking out his phone, he began playing his music as he took a seat singing along not concerned about anyone hearing. The walls wells insulated to retain heat and moisture did a damn good job of being almost sound proof, you'd have to scream at the top of your lungs to be heard outside. "Now I'm aiming for Heaven, but probably wind up down in Hell. Where upon this alter I'll hang my guilt ridden head, but it's time I'll take before I begin. Three sheets to the wind, three sheets to the wind."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tachibana High - Anime Role-Play</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 01:39:08</strong>
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				<strong>First Assembly of the Year!</strong><br><strong>Character:</strong> School Body, NPCS<br><strong>Location:</strong> Assembly<br><br>With an eye to the empty stage and podium, students gradually shifted into the hall. The large room had a hushed tone, despite the lack of any staff, as some of the pupils shuffled into seats to wait while others meandered about the auditorium or formed small groups. Several cliques had already formed in the interim as the student body waited for the assembly to officially begin. The sporty pupils mingled near the entrance, freely chatting amongst each other as they casually handed out pamphlets with information on their specific activities, given to them by their captains and club coordinators. <br><br>Izumi and Fuji Ito, dressed in the standard uniform, were busy eyeing the pom-poms Kimi Maruyama was holding. “I’ll bite, what are the pom poms for,” Izumi piped up sceptically, echoing her sister’s thoughts. Kimi just gasped as if the two had missed the obvious. “Well, duh, they’re to help draw attention to our recruitment drive. Think of them as our secret weapon against the others. Watch this...” Before the sisters could stop her, Kimi suddenly started waving the pom poms in the air as she launched into an exuberant cheer, “Two, four, six, eight, who do we appreciate? The swim team, the swim team, yay swim team!” Izumi and Fuji were swiftly reduced to blushing as they tried to shush their enthusiastic friend. Kimi finally relented with a sigh and a pout.<br><br>Meanwhile the other sports captains, all dressed in their sports uniforms, had been goaded into a familiar argument by Fumiko Takahashi, the school reporter, who had just asked, “So, which would be the team to join this year?” Unfortunately, the captains seemed oblivious to the trap as they launched into a vicious debate, unwittingly fuelling the next news worthy article. Takao Uragawa, the tennis captain, stood over Chiyo Kobayashi, the football captain, as he yelled, “Spare me, soccer’s nothing but a game for nitwits to run up and down, hitting a ball around.” With a glare, Chiyo shot back, “Coming from a nitwit who runs up and down, hitting a ball around, that’s pretty cheap.” Kei Matsuo, the athletics captain, simply shrugged her shoulders and replied, “Glad to see you two agree. Athletics is obviously the superior as it combines a variety of skills, unlike football and tennis.” Kei stood defiantly at the backlash to her comment as the other captains retorted and the fight continued while Fumiko took notes on the side.<br><br>The council students were quick to move away from the raucous sports nuts until they found themselves just below the stage. The popular-by-vote juniors and seniors stood at a safe distance from each other, preferring not to chat. The seniors had a tendency to look down upon the juniors while the junior council despised the arrogance of the seniors. Between comparing their holidays, matching private yacht rides with expensive African safaris, the two groups at times answered questions for students which fell under their organization’s mandate. Despite the meagre effort they’d put into responding to inquiries, it was obvious to those who dared to approach that both the junior and senior councils did not enjoy interruptions to their “important” discussions. <br><br>While the crème-de-la-crème of Tachibana’s teenage society engaged openly with those around them, the outcasts of the college reacquainted themselves near the side of the auditorium. Out of sight and out of mind.<br><br>“'Quel amrun, nae saian luume’,” Kou Yoshida, the resident role-player extraordinaire, cheerfully said in greeting to a small group of geeks and enthusiasts. “Good morning to you too, Mistress Nightmoon! As you say, it certainly has been too long,” one of the boys replied, a short and bespectacled eighteen year old with neatly combed brown hair and a thin body. From beside Kou, Kin chimed in, “Hi Sasuke, thanks for using English… Kou tends to forget, not all of us speak Klingon.” Kou huffed at the remark with a quick correction, “It’s ELVISH, not Klingon… How can you confuse the tones and dialects of the two as the one is so much sof-“ Kou fell quiet at the sight of Kin’s smirk, a sure sign that she was having her leg pulled. Another indignant huff escaped her lips as she adjusted her glasses and muttered, “Not funny Kin.” The "nerds" were all dressed in their standard uniforms.<br><br><strong>Laying Low…</strong><br><strong>Character:</strong> School Body, Kiyomi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Indoor Court<br><br>The students at first ignored Akihiro’s arrival as they continued their soft-spoken conversations but a few took notice when he finally spoke up. One of the students turned his head to reply but the words seemed to catch in his throat as his eyes widened in horror. With a shaky hand, he pointed in the direction of Akihiro and shouted, “Oh shit, it’s&nbsp; Kiyomi, run!” Everyone gasped as they turned to look before suddenly dashing in all directions, stumbling over themselves and yelping as they made their escape. From behind Akihiro, Kiyomi adjusted her single white glove as she spoke up. “I don’t know why they’re running. They’re not late for the assembly… yet. Besides, there is no escape now that I’ve seen their faces.” She snickered at the thought before shifting to a sterner expression as she regarded Akihiro. “Speaking of which, I’d suggest you start making your way there now. And button your top up while you’re at it.” Kiyomi folded her arms as she waited expectantly for the mysterious student to comply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tachibana High - Anime Role-Play</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>13-03-2012, 20:05:03</strong>
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				<div align="center">Character: Akihiro Sabreheim<br>Location: Student "Hiding" place<br>Uniform: Standard</div><br>Akihiro blinked and turned to look at Kiyomi over his shoulder and sighed, he recognized the disciplinarian from his previous year here. She hadn't changed; still as hardnosed as ever. But at least she was quite the looker; he definately paid attention to her anyway and smirked. "I see you haven't changed." he said and looked at her and perked a brow. "What's so wrong with leaving it unbuttoned. Nobody gives a damn about it anyway." He grumbled, he always felt too hot when he buttoned the damn thing up all the way anyway; that's why he didn't.&nbsp; She obviously didn't recognize him from the previous year but he had run into her...doing exactly the same thing. "And that lecture is so damn boring; it never changes." Akihiro said and turned to leave, giving her a wave but it wasn't clear if he'd actually go to it or try to bail again.<br><br>Fact was he'd head for the auditorium but would loiter outside it for a few minutes before going in and remained standing in a place nobody could see him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tachibana High - Anime Role-Play</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiten</strong> on <strong>14-03-2012, 01:23:01</strong>
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				<strong>Character:</strong> Kozue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorms, Hiding Place<br><strong>Uniform:</strong> Disciplinary<br><br>Kozue smiled as she looked in the mirror. A new school year, and the last chance to spread the word of discipline through the school. Though technically Kozue knew a teaching job here that involved disciplining the students would probably work out as well, there were probably many other things that her family wanted her to do... and that itself was a problem... because they really didn't know much about certain aspects. Like the fact that Kozue had taken the role that had to be kept secret from everyone. Just knowing that she was a disciplinary squad member had upset them, especially when they believed it would make her a policeman eventually. The position of heir apparent was still rather heavy on her, and she knew that once she got out of this place, she would have to deal with it as well.<br><br>But this wasn't something to dwell on. This year was what would have to be what was important. Slapping her own cheeks, she nodded and did a fist thrust to show determination, which ended up going a bit to far and shattering said mirror. <br><br>"Ah..."<br><br>Quickly she looked around, thanking the fact she didn't have a roommate and quickly throwing the shards away while trying to dissuade others who had heard the noise that it had been nothing. Whatever the case, it was time to find the very first rule breakers of the year, the ones who were skipping orientation.<br><br>Of course... it sounded easier, especially when she stumbled across Kiyomi. At first she hadn't really seen Kiyomi, odd because the red of her hair and uniform rather stood out. And in fact, Kozue almost had the mind to stay in the tree and just watch Kiyomi spit first from her mouth, figuratively speaking. They certainly had different mindsets... but of course, differed on what to do AFTER the people were caught. While Kiyomi liked rather spartan tactics in discipline, which the school fully supported, Kozue was a bit... nicer on the subject. But... this was what discipline was about. And, that made her realize that maybe it was best to join in... try and shave off some of the damage.<br><br>Immediately, Kozue's head popped out of the leaves, and she spoke to herself in a light tone.<br><br>"I hope Kozue-senpai doesn't do one of the "secret special" disciplines right here -_-"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tachibana High - Anime Role-Play</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 17:43:17</strong>
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				<strong>Laying Low…</strong><br><strong>Character:</strong> Kiyomi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Indoor Court<br><br>Kiyomi sighed and shook her head as she watched Akihiro leave but not before offering a small warning. “Don’t think we won’t check for you once the assembly starts. I’d advise not trying anything… clever.” The drawn out manner in which she purred the final word hinted at how much closer to the antithesis of “clever” she actually saw any such attempt. Skipping assembly was one thing but doing it after being caught preparing too… It was something she had come to expect from the so-called “rebels” of Tachibana High. Sometimes she would even dare them to break the rules, knowing that they’d be all hers come the end bell. With one last frown at the tall spikey-haired student, she returned to her patrol. <br><br>As she turned back to the empty area, Kiyomi quickly spotted the head peeking out from the green leaves of the nearby tree. The sight caused a small smirk to tug at the corner of her lips as she called out, “Kozue, You should’ve told me you were laying a trap. I wouldn’t have interfered.” A small part of the disciplinarian wished she had thought of it. The little sneak almost broke more rules than she enforced but Kiyomi was always happy to waive any complaints as long as she saw results and the detention shift was nice and packed with students. If only she could encourage a more aggressive attitude. “Want to come with me and see if we can find any more troublemakers, or maybe tail the ragamuffin who just left and ensure he makes it to assembly,” Kiyomi offered as she placed her hands on her hips and smiled up at her colleague.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tachibana High - Anime Role-Play</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZameRagues</strong> on <strong>22-03-2012, 05:34:30</strong>
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				Character: Sam Milligan<br>Location: Assembly<br>Uniform: Armored Sports Uniform<br><br>A quick check of his phone showed Sam the time he had remaining till the assembly was shrinking. "Should make an appearance I guess." His desire to simply skip the assembly was great. Grabbing his bag he exited the pool quickly locking the door behind, no around, he began his walk towards the assembly. Upon entering the sunlight his right arm glared as the sunlight reflected off the steel, glancing around he could see a few people looking at it. The school progressively became more crowded as the students arrive. Being around crowds never sat well with Sam, too many people could see him, though no one ever seemed to truly pay attention when it didn't matter. That was the only reason people could get away with pickpocketing, cause of the lack of attention to others around them. Quietly moving through the crowd as it slowly grew, Sam found the assembly building door. Inside he could pick out familiar voices, especially those of the sports captains debating and the geeks/nerds speaking in there own tongue, he didn't understand it save for a few more aggressive words. Finding a more open spot, but within the building, he took as his own place as he watched the other students interacted particularly the sports students.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tachibana High - Anime Role-Play</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>25-03-2012, 20:36:33</strong>
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				<strong>Why do they have to be so mean!?</strong><br><strong>Character:</strong> Turtle Sackire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Courtyard<br><strong>Uniform:</strong> Standard<br><br>With Quill in the lead, Turtle and her little brother ran though the school’s courtyard in a competitive but playful race. The busty girl carelessly chased her sibling through the well-kept grass and around the lined up trees bordering the pavement, paying no heed to the attention they were attracting from the commotion they were causing (as well as Turtle’s jiggling breasts, which stuck out like a sore thumb among the males in the premises). Quill playfully giggled while trying to escape from his sister’s playful attempts to grab him in her arms, unbeknownst that she was actually letting him have the lead for the time being. <br><br>But Quill was only a child barely out of infancy, and his stamina was nowhere near the level of Turtle’s who was a semi-active athlete. Turtle could see him getting tired, his breath becoming heavier and faster, and his pace slowing. Deciding to end their little chase scene, Turtle quickly picked up speed and grabbed her brother’s sides, tackling him to the grassy lawn, being ever so careful not to land on him. Both of them were laughing as they fell to the ground, and were for some time afterward. It was times like these that Turtle was truly going to miss with her brother, as it would be quite some time before she would be able to see him again. <br><br>After a brief wrestle on the ground, Turtle stood up and brushed herself off. “We should get going, Quill. If big brother sees us here, he’ll surely throw a fit.” Quill rose from the ground as well, still out of breath from their race. He took his sister’s outstretched hand, and the two of them walked out on the pavement. <br><br>It only took them a minute to reach the large auditorium near the center of the school grounds where the ceremony was going to take place. They entered through the center door and entered inside the building, and walked to where the ceremony was going to take place. When they got there however, the room was near empty! The only people in sight were a few students, teachers, and some other people helping finis up the preparations for the ceremony.<br><br>“I guess we’re early…” Turtle mumbled as she looked around the room. “NOW what do we do?...” Turtle thought for a moment. “Well, I guess we could go to the fields while we wait. Maybe we can play there. Would you like that, Quill?” she looked down at her little brother, only to see him completely zoned out once again. Turtle groaned, and forcefully pulled him outside. <br><br>Before Turtle and Quill got to the fields to have some more fun, Turtle entered the locker rooms to go to the bathroom. She led Quill into the girl’s bathroom and told him to wait until she was finished before they headed to the fields. Turtle entered one of the stalls and sat down on the toilet, but it only took a matter of time before she started zoning out in an unbreakable trance.<br><br>As the minutes past Quill became restless, as his sister was taking an awful long time in the bathroom. Fed up with the long wait, Quill decided to head for the fields without her. He exited the bathroom and walked down the hall, not really knowing where he was going. The little boy looked around the corridor but found no signs of a doorway that led outside. He began to become nervous as he wandered further into the building, suddenly regretting his decision to leave the girl’s bathroom.<br><br>Quill’s luck only worsened as he encountered a group of delinquents when he turned around the corner. The small child, with his hands pressed together under his chin in a shy manner, accidentally walked into one of the delinquent’s legs when he was looking in another direction. The little boy withdrew a few steps back as he looked up at the scary man and his friends.<br><br>The man he bumped into must have been as tall as his sister, maybe a little more. He was well built with a big chin and a shaved head, with small eyes that stared with a sinister glare. The man looked down at Quill with these evil eyes, stopping the boy in his tracks.<br><br>“What the fuck?” the delinquent said in a nasty tone. “What’s this little brat doing here?” He kicked Quill lightly on the chest, knocking him down on his butt.<br><br>“Must be someone’s kid!” said one of the delinquent’s friends, who had long red hair and the same evil beady eyes as the first. “But what the fuck is he doing down here?”<br><br>The bald one chuckled and kicked Quill again. “Yeah! Where’s your mommy little guy?” he taunted. “Did you get lost? Stupid kid!”<br><br>Quill’s eyes were filled with tears. “Stop! Leave me alone!” he said as he tried to get up. As he got to his feet, the bald man kicked him to the ground again.<br><br>“Aww, is he going to cry?” the red haired delinquent taunted. They laughed as the baled man continued to kick the boy to the ground, preventing his escape. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tachibana High - Anime Role-Play</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiten</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 00:57:58</strong>
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				<strong>Character:</strong> Kozue<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorms, Hiding Place<br><strong>Uniform:</strong> Disciplinary<br><br>"Eheh..."<br><br>Went Kozue with a rather... less then stellar feeling about the whole situation. But it became apparent that this conversation was going to happen and so soon slipped out of the tree, landing on the ground with surprisingly good finesse, barely making an impression on the ground or much of a sound. As she stood up, wiping the leaves off her uniform, she looked at Kozue with a smile, a small one, that, only to the untrained eye was discomfort. It was hard to forget the first year of disciplinary after all, learning the ropes, of course what had been hard to forget was learning how different their technique for punishment was.<br><br>"Well... you got here first Kiyoshi-san. And it wasn't exactly a trap, more like... an observation!"<br><br>Well in a way, a lot of people did seem to see Kozue's emergence from the shadows as traps in a way, but there was nothing that could be done about that. What did matter was what Kiyoshi said and... that was something to mull over. While Kiyoshi did have harsh methods... it was a rather good way of keeping people from doing bad things in a way. And the first day was usually the worst for these sorts of things.<br><br>"Ok then. If it's ok, I think I'll stick with you. I'm sure there's worse ones than him lurking around."
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