Hanjuku High - Game On!
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				Title: <strong>Hanjuku High - Game On!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jadeling</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 14:36:42</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>"It is an ancient Japanese custom to construct all-girls high schools, populate them with exceptionally nubile, well-endowed students<del>, and then to admit one boy, under ridiculous circumstances, to study alongside them</del>, and to let them get on with their business."</em> <div style="text-align: right;"><strong>- Uncyclopedia</strong></div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>(http://img11.imageshack.us/img11/7701/4908830893bfd4f33a3.jpg)<br><sub>The front gates of Hanjuku High.</sub><br><br>Hanjuku High is a semi-prestigious Girl’s Academy located in on the outskirts of Tokyo, prestigious enough that it attracts students from all over Japan and beyond. As a natural consequence, most of its students board at dorms on school grounds, or at boarding houses owned by the Academy in suburbs a mere train-ride away. The city proper is around a half-hour to an hour train-ride away.<br><br>(http://img199.imageshack.us/img199/7156/23027855129517186bdb.jpg)<br><sub>The common room of a typical dorm house.</sub><br><br>The school offers exceptional schooling in most areas on the national curriculum, and private tuition in other areas not generally addressed by most other high schools: philosophy, information technology, various musical instruments, etc. Additionally, as with many other schools, a variety of clubs are on offer for the interested student; notable ones include the Light Music Club, the Tea Ceremony Club, Calligraphy Club, the Swimming Club, Literature Club, Computer Society, <del>SOS Brigade</del> and a variety of others.<br><br>(http://img62.imageshack.us/img62/2447/schoolgroundslake.jpg)<br><sub>The school's private lake and gardens, alongside the building housing clubrooms.</sub><br><br>By an outrageous set of bizarre coincidences (something in the air? In the water? Mystical portal to some weird realm? Who knows – who cares?) Hanjuku High is a hotbed of what is sometimes termed “Yuri”, “Shoujo-ai” or “Yuri”. Simply put, girls don’t tend to get boyfriends from outside at Hanjuku. Girls tend to get girlfriends. Sure, it’s not the focus of life here – despite what everybody thinks, adolescents don’t only think about sex all the time – but it’s just, y’know. It’s just what happens. <br><br>(http://img46.imageshack.us/img46/8930/4987260382daa179110o.jpg)<br><sub>Students waiting for a train at Hanjuku's local station.</sub><br><br>Girls holding hands, quietly kissing behind doors, in rooms; it’s not blatent, but it’s not hidden. That’s just what life’s like here. <br><br>(http://img190.imageshack.us/img190/6455/2684837231971eef6d5c.jpg)<br><sub>A corridor. Nothing super special about it.</sub><br><br>In any case, this is Homeroom for Class 2-A, one of several Second-Year Classes for students. It’s the first day of a New School Year. <br><br>(http://img687.imageshack.us/img687/1411/10450888143786b83717b.jpg)<br><sub>Class 2-A's homeroom, oddly devoid of students.</sub><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hanjuku High - Game On!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jadeling</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 15:19:07</strong>
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				- TANAKA MASAKO, entering the classroom -<br><br>(http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/Lumbargo/Masako.jpg)<br><br>I'm not gonna tell you that I love school. I'm not that kind of happy-go-lucky, schoolwork-hooray kind of girl, y'know? I mean, sure, some people just look at my class rep reputation and think they can tell me who I am. Grade A student, popular with everybody, quiet, refined, probably good with animals and sings duets with the birds in the woods or something. Yeah, right. I'll admit I'm good with the work - sometimes - and I don't really have any enemies, but I don't fit the stereotype. I don't love school. I just don't hate it.<br><br>Still, it feels good to be back at school. It feels good to have some structure in my life again, after the snore-fest that was what we like to call the summer holidays. Days of endless lying back, looking up at the ceiling and maybe reading a book if I felt like moving enough to grab one. Whatever. That's... well, I guess that's me, since I did it, but I didn't like doing it, y'know? Feels good to have something to bounce off, something that sets a plan. Feels good to be back at Hanjuku.<br><br>It doesn't feel particularly good to be struggling up this stupid hill to get to school in the first place, but that's the price you gotta pay for dorming so close, I guess. It's better than having to wake up an hour earlier to jam a piece of toast in your mouth and run to catch the train, or whatever. I mean, I get up an hour earlier than everybody else anyway - that's the price of being class rep, I guess - but no stress, no fuss. Just a long trek up a short yet ridiculously steep hill, surrounded by nature and birds and nobody else awake on campus.<br><br>I left my outside shoes in my personal box - first use of the year, huh? - and slipped on my inside ones, fumbling a little, unused to them after the holiday break. Have to break 'em in again... slung my satchel over my shoulder and headed into the school proper. I already knew which class I was going to be in, 2-A, and that I was going to be class rep this turn. Hanjuku's system was kind of weird in that regard, but it wasn't a big deal in the larger scheme of things. Most girls around here were officials of this club and that class anyway, so it wasn't like many people cared.<br><br>So, Tanaka-sensei was our homeroom teacher, huh? She was one of the younger, newer teacher staff around here. I heard she was pushing for mandatory P.E. classes around here. I didn't care much - lazy girls like Naoto might have a different opinion, I suspect - but was our fitness that important to her? Well, whatever. She was kind enough the few times I saw her last year, so having her as a homeroom teacher wouldn't be so bad. Hrmmmm. The cleaners had left this room in an alright state, so there wasn't anything to do now. Why'd I come here early again?<br><br>Well, whatever. Time for some downtime, I guess. I plunked down in my habitual seat near the front by the window, dropping my satchel by my side, plugged in my MP3 player, and lifted my headphones. What to play? Some light jazz would do it... lifting my feet to rest on my desk, I closed my eyes for the moment and just listened to the saxaphone <em>swing</em>.<br><br><br><br>PS Our uniforms look something like this, although typically a lot less wet. And perhaps more... uh, decent.<br><br>(http://i582.photobucket.com/albums/ss263/sayori-chan44/Anime%20Girls/School%20Girls/moe112340sample.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hanjuku High - Game On!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 20:49:18</strong>
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				- ARISAWA NAOTO, wasting time like a champ -<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/TomboyPleatedSkirtWoman.jpg)</div><br>She knew it was a damn awful habit she'd end up regretting down the line, but there was just something about a cigarette first thing in the morning that made Naoto feel like the rest of the day would be worth trudging through.&nbsp; The taste of nicotine on her tongue, the way the smoke flowed through the air like some kind of serpent, scattered into the wind as she exhaled.&nbsp; It was an almost sacred ritual that she loathed to share with the usual crowd she hung out with.&nbsp; Drinking was a social thing, but she always preferred solitude when enjoying a smoke.&nbsp; The momentary buzz gave her time to think about things.<br><br>The first day of her second year at Hanjuku High.&nbsp; How she'd managed to survive the first year at such a prestigious school was anybody's guess.&nbsp; Her teachers had dubbed her the "Perpetual Slacker" or, "That Girl With The Attitude Problem".&nbsp; Naoto wasn't much one for titles, but she certainly didn't do anything to prove them wrong.&nbsp; Nearly every class was treated like some kind of chore, the lack of interest readily apparent in the way her eyes always moved instinctually to the nearest window and glazed over the very moment the teacher began an in-depth discussion.&nbsp; Normally the sort of student that preferred to have their head in the clouds instead of the classroom would never have been able to scrape by passable grades at a school like Hanjuku, but she'd managed to surprise everyone by doing just that.&nbsp; Out of necessity; but that wasn't something she told people.&nbsp; Not to anyone.<br><br>Her lips sucked the last bit of flavour from the cigarette before she flicked the embers to the ground, stamping it to oblivion beneath her heel.&nbsp; Always looking to make a poor first impression, Naoto had decided to wear a modified Winter uniform, complete with scarf and high-heeled boots that clearly were not part of the dress code.&nbsp; In truth it was simply what she felt most comfortable wearing.&nbsp; The usual uniforms were far too tight for her liking, and she felt cold in them even in the middle of summer.&nbsp; The staff would just have to learn to accept it.<br><br>If she'd been given a list of all the materials she'd be needing for her classes, she certainly hadn't looked at it.&nbsp; The only other possession on her was a thick leather purse hanging over her left shoulder, something that clearly wasn't suited for holding books.&nbsp; Carrying the bare minimum of supplies "kept her from getting tired", or so she said, but everyone knew it was just slothfulness at work.&nbsp; Even after the cigarette she couldn't hide the tired look peeking out from behind her uncombed bangs.&nbsp; The lack of makeup made her look all the more exhausted, where other girls liked to hide their morning sleepiness under a mask of foundation and god knows what else.&nbsp; Naoto was unabashedly <em>Naoto</em>, and she wasn't about to hide that away from anybody.<br><br>Despite all attempts to avoid it she'd somehow managed to get into the classroom earlier than most everyone else.&nbsp; There was only one other girl in the room, lost in her own little music world.&nbsp; <em>Masako</em>, Naoto pronounced slowly with her lips, striding over quietly to peek over the girl's shoulder.&nbsp; She seemed to study her for a second, lips pursed a bit.&nbsp; New roommate, if she remembered correctly.&nbsp; <br><br>"HEY MASACHAN!" Naoto shouted abruptly over the jazz, no doubt getting the girl's attention almost immediately.&nbsp; A slow smirk spread across her face.&nbsp; "What're ya listening to, huh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hanjuku High - Game On!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 21:45:49</strong>
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				- ITO HAYA, running like a demon -<br><br>Ito Haya didn't mind the school being at the top of a tall hill; indeed, it gave her the perfect excuse to go for an early-morning run.&nbsp; She arrived at the front gates puffing hard and sheened with sweat.&nbsp; She wondered belatedly if perhaps she should've found out where the school's showers were, but it was too late to do anything about that now.&nbsp; She stuffed her running shoes into a gym bag and, after wiping her face, neck, and shoulders with it, stuffed a spare towel in there, too.&nbsp; She focused on fitting her headphones first and scrolling the screen of her iPod, holding her inside shoes in her free hand as she walked down the hallways of the school.<br><br>She was a transfer student, was Haya, but it seemed all of these schools were laid out on a grid and it wasn't too hard for her to find Room 2-A.&nbsp; The girl picked a chair near the door and put her feet up, slipping on the shoes and lacing them up tight.&nbsp; As she did so, her head bobbed and her short hair, dyed a pale shade of purple today, swung and bounced in time with the music that only she could hear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hanjuku High - Game On!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jadeling</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 16:17:44</strong>
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				- TANAKA MASAKO, being awesome -<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58019.msg2636051#msg2636051">Quote from: Shihong on 14-01-2010, 20:49:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"What're ya listening to, huh?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I didn't move a muscle on my face; <em>anything</em> rather than to let Naoto know she'd actually kind of surprised me there. Obviously I shouldn't stop paying attention for any length of time at all. "Jazz, Naoto-san," I replied, my eyes still closed. "If you want to be more specific, a band called The Seatbelts. Honestly-" one hand dived into a pocket, and came out holding a small tin can. "Take some of this, would you? I can smell the nicotine on your breath. It's bloody 7:35 in the morning and you're already smoking like a forest fire."<br><br>The mints rattled impatiently in their little case, but I couldn't feel Naoto-san grabbing any just yet. I swung my feet off the table and turned in my chair to look at the girl, slipping the headphones back around my neck. "How can someone who sleeps so much look so exhausted?" I asked grumpily, indicating the tin can again. The girl looked like she'd just run a 20 mile marathon, not walked casually up the path to school. "Take better care of yourself, girl. Nice boots though."<br><br>Some other girl walked in the front of the room; I saw her outta the corner of my eye. A flash of purple, and a sense of movement. But I hadn't seen her before. Huh. A transfer student, eh? Tiring of the come-on, take-it game I seemed to be playing with Naoto, I flicked a mint casually at her and leaned backwards to look up at her face. "Did you put your stuff away properly yet? Or am I going to have to do your washing <em>again</em> when we get back, huh?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hanjuku High - Game On!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 18:12:13</strong>
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				- Miss Miri Tanaka, arriving from riding her motorcycle a classic Harley Davidson -<br><br>Coming into the room she is in a bodysuit with very little underneath but not visible she is still a decent woman after all, gloves and boots, her helmet is locked in the back of her motorcycle. She carries a messenger bag over her right shoulder and writes on the board --&gt; <em>Miss Miri Tanaka, Student Teacher (Tokyo Teachers University). Homeroom Class 2-A.</em><br><br>The intercom goes off with the school warm up tune Hanjuku Time - Game On! Miss Tanaka perks up and starts moving and chanting to get the girls going.<br><br><em>What time is it Janjuku Time!<br>What time is it Jenjuku Time!<br>Game On! Game On! Hanjuku High - Hanjuku High!!!</em><br><br>It repeats as she claps and points at key points to certain girls to say a key part with enthusiasm. Normally at first day it goes off many times even the staff like the janitors and cooks joining in.<br><br>The teacher does jiggle nicely being fuller figured and as girsl come in gets them into it mostly its a ritual she grew up with here so knows it well, and its a good way to wake up students.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 21:05:41</strong>
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				Naoto snatched the mint out of the air with her mouth like a pro, wiggling it around into the inside of her cheeks.&nbsp; "Better to get started earlier in the day!&nbsp; Some people drink coffee, some people blacken their lungs.&nbsp; Anything to get the world spinning in the morning."<br><br>The girl flopped back into her chair beside Masako and kicked her heels up onto the other girl's desk so she could tilt back a little.&nbsp; She clicked her toes together casually as a few other girls began filing in, eager to be on time for the first day of the semester.&nbsp; A few of them gave her queer looks, like they were honestly surprised to have been beaten by such a lazy delinquent.&nbsp; She merely winked impishly at them, enjoying the scowls and sour gazes.<br><br>"Jazz, huh?&nbsp; Pretty classy!&nbsp; Appreciate the stuff, but a bit too upbeat.&nbsp; Fast, y'know?&nbsp; I'm more into that experimental stuff.&nbsp; Trance music, I think."&nbsp; Naoto tilted her head to one side, resting it on her hand.&nbsp; "But I have to say, I was never much one for headphones.&nbsp; You and that other gal over there," she said, jerking a thumb towards Haya, "Just getting lost in your own little worlds.&nbsp; They makes you unapproachable.&nbsp; That's why I go out of my way to talk to anyone trying to hide away in their tunes!" She grinned widely at that.&nbsp; Taking the introverts out of their comfort zones was something she prided herself in.&nbsp; Unless they were the intensely irritable sort without any redeemable qualities, she generally made a friend out of her forwardness.<br><br>Naoto held her hands up defensively, her grin turning a bit sly.&nbsp; "Why, do you even need to ask?&nbsp; Of course I put things away!&nbsp; It's just that <em>away</em> may not necessarily be the dresser.&nbsp; It's an...experiment!" she exclaimed, raising a finger into the air as the idea came to her.&nbsp; "See, I'm trying to decide if the floor and random chairs can provide the same sort of utility as a closet!&nbsp; Pretty clever, eh?"<br><br>Naoto winked and slid her feet off Masako's table before leaning over conspiratorially, her teacher senses tingling.&nbsp; "And I take care of myself just fine!&nbsp; I am the unparalleled <em>master</em> of stress management, Masachan!"<br><br>Her patented brand of bullshitting was interrupted promptly by the arrival of Miss Tanaka, who was, to say the least, not the sort of woman she expected to be supervising Homeroom.&nbsp; For starters, Naoto had to squint pretty hard to ascertain whether she was wearing anything underneath that motorcycle suit at all.&nbsp; At the very least the woman couldn't possibly complain about her own lax dress standards; it was a bit difficult to criticize a girl for wearing too much clothing when wearing an outfit that left nothing at all to the imagination.&nbsp; <br><br>Unfortunately that seemed to be the only unorthodox thing about her, as she immediately flew into that damnable chanting that all the other teachers seemed to be obsessed with.&nbsp; it immediately killed Naoto's mood, curling her spine more and more until her chin was nearly touching the desktop and her brow was furrowed with vague annoyance.&nbsp; It seemed like such a grade school custom, and she certainly wasn't going to have any part in it.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Jadeling</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 06:10:04</strong>
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				- TANAKA MASAKO, still being awesome -<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "But I have to say, I was never much one for headphones.&nbsp; You and that other gal over there," she said, jerking a thumb towards Haya, "Just getting lost in your own little worlds.&nbsp; They makes you unapproachable.&nbsp; That's why I go out of my way to talk to anyone trying to hide away in their tunes!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I snorted. "If they make me so unapproachable, you wouldn't have talked to me. They're not for social situations anyway, Naoto-san, you know that. And utility? Don't give me that, you slacker. Semantics, nothing more." Glaring at the slacker-girl seemed to have some kind of affect though, as she slid her legs off my desk and leaned forwards instead. "Master of stress management though... I'll concede that," I drawled, leaning back again.&nbsp; Other girls were entering, some of them as tired as Naoto, others more eager; I waved to one or two casually.<br><br>Naoto was right up in my space, taking advantage of the lazy mood, eh? There's a price to be paid, slacker-girl. "Never stressed, are we, Nao<em>chan</em>?" I said, emphasising the sudden shift in title. Two could play with pet nicknames, eh? "Drifting through life, slacker-chan sleeps forever, eyes closed, living the waking dream eternal? Sounds good, doesnt it?" The tin can flicked back into one pocket, returned with a comb in hand. This was the price! "At least comb your hair or something! I can live with the nicotine, the mess, even that travesty you call a uniform, but that wildpatch you call hair bugs me something fierce," I smiled, placing the comb delicately in the tangled mess of her hair. Instead of responding immediately, though, Naoto just slumped further onto my desk. <br><br>The death of the rumble of hithero-unregarded background noise and the clicking of boots on tile meant only one thing; the approach of Tanaka-sensei, who strode into the room with the reassurance of someone surrounded by people way younger and less knowledgable than oneself. Gods, she'd forgotten about Tanaka-sensei's first lesson habit of staying in her motorcycle bodysuit instead of changing to something more conservative. "Tanaka-sensei's always with the showing off her body; d'you think that's a PE teacher thing?" I whispered in Naoto's ear as I stood up, stretching a little. Urgh... the stupid morning ritual. "This thing is so dumb..."<br><br>Still, I was class rep, and this was part of my duties. Or something. Whatever. And it woke you up, so it was alright. "Come on, Naoto," - another mutter, a pointed nudge - "Get up! It's the first day. You can slack off every other time; this is <em>important</em>."
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 07:07:21</strong>
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				- ARISAWA NAOTO, Being a nuisance -<br><br>Naoto stuck her tongue out at Masako's teasing and tilted her head slightly to one side, balancing on her chin.&nbsp; "Living the waking dream eternal, eh?&nbsp; That's pretty good, Masa-chan!&nbsp; Should write a poem about it," she mumbled.<br><br>She lazily flopped a hand onto the desktop and plucked at the comb a few times hesitantly.&nbsp; It barely budged, stuck in all the knots that had built up from a night of severe bed head.&nbsp; A halfhearted attempt was made to actually straighten it out a bit, causing her to flinch as it tugged painfully at the roots.&nbsp; Eventually she gave up, flicking it back into Masako's lap and resting her cheek fully on the girl's table.<br><br>"Aww c'mon, it's such a <em>chore.</em>&nbsp; Maybe you can do it for me later, all <em>pretty-like</em>, eh Masa-chan?"&nbsp; Naoto shot the girl a big grin.&nbsp; "Glad to see I'm not the only that gets annoyed by that...and it's just Homeroom!&nbsp; The definition of this 'class' is basically 'give the girls enough time to wake up before classes that <em>matter</em>'!"<br><br>Naoto flopped her head towards Tanaka for a moment, then back towards Masako.&nbsp; "Yeah, probably.&nbsp; Ya got the goods, ya flaunt 'em in front of everyone.&nbsp; Probably a self esteem thing."<br><br>Not a thing that Naoto herself seemed eager to follow though.&nbsp; On the rare occasions that she didn't wear anything baggy and one size too large, it was readily apparent that the girl possessed some substantial 'goods' of her own.&nbsp; For whatever reason she clearly didn't take any stock in her own appearance, and sure as hell wouldn't be wearing a motorcycle suit anytime soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hanjuku High - Game On!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jadeling</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 08:54:36</strong>
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				- TANAKA MASAKO, maintaining a stable level of awesome - <br><br>"Poetry," I mumbled, out of the corner of my mouth as I faced the front and tucked the comb back in one pocket, "Is just knowing where to put the line breaks." <br><br>Honestly, the girl couldn't ever be bothered to budge an inch for a moment if she considered it a waste of energy. Argh, she was just sleeping on my table now! "Tanaka-sensei's going to come over here in a moment if you're going to nap on my desk!" I hissed, trying to look to the front where Tanaka-sensei was gesturing at a group of girls to join in. The poorly-recorded words droned on overhead, covering our whispered conversation, but that probably wasn't going to last with Naochan practically passed out in front of me. "And stop being so crude!"<br><br>Despite my words, I managed a brief thought. Naoto had the goods - I'd seen them on the not uncommon occasions when Naoto simply hadn't been bothered putting on a shirt - but <em>she</em> never flaunted them. But that's because Naoto was just fundamentally lazy. That characteristic just seemed to override any other concerns the girl had... a pity. She'd look so much nicer all cleaned up.<br><br>"Look, I might take you up on... brushing your hair or something later, okay?" I muttered, still checking to see if Tanaka-sensei was paying any attention. "But can't you just lift your head for now and face the front?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hanjuku High - Game On!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 09:12:49</strong>
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				- ARISAWA NAOTO, Having doubts that Masa-chan is as awesome as she claims to be -<br><br>"Awww, but Masa-chan's desk is so much more <em>comfortable!</em>" Naoto said teasingly, bringing her arms up to cushion her head.&nbsp; The heavy winter blouse nearly enveloped her face entirely, but a mischievous eye still managed to peek out.&nbsp; "Besides, Tanaka-sensei is busy indoctrinating young minds into that cultish high-school methodology, what's she gonna care if some of us use this opportunity to catch some shuteye?" she retorted in her own characteristic way, the hints of a sharper mind momentarily breaking through the lethargy.<br><br>"Besides, we haven't even talked about what we did on break yet!&nbsp; Go anywhere?&nbsp; Meet new people, explore new places?&nbsp; Bed anyone?" she tacked on at the end, a wry grin sneaking up into view.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hanjuku High - Game On!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jadeling</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 15:04:45</strong>
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				- TANAKA MASAKO, continuing to be awesome no matter what Nao-chan thinks - <br><br>I flushed. "Crude as always, Nao-chan" I muttered, half to myself. "No, I spent most of my holidays staring at the ceiling or at my computer, thank you very much." Maybe I could turn it around? But then, she was notoriously lazy. "Yourself?"
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 20:27:31</strong>
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				- ARISAWA NAOTO, Crude as oil -<br><br>Naoto made a face at her, shifting her head up a bit so her face was actually visible.&nbsp; "Well that doesn't sound like fun, Masa-chaaaan.&nbsp; You stare at your computer too long and you'll go blind from tachyons, or something."<br><br>"As for me, I managed to find a beach that nobody goes to anymore.&nbsp; Real secluded and stuff.&nbsp; Managed to work on my tan a bit.&nbsp; All-over!" she added, smiling mischievously.&nbsp; "But I didn't <em>score</em> or anything.&nbsp; Just a little...touching, eh?&nbsp; No harm in that!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hanjuku High - Game On!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jadeling</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 15:03:36</strong>
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				- TANAKA MASAKO, continuing awkward conversation - <br><br>Naoto rolled over a little to look up at me, wry amusement shining in her eyes. "Do you even know what tachyons are?" I asked, sticking my tongue out at her. "Next you'll be telling me I should reverse the polarity on my monitor."<br><br>Huh. I hadn't figured Naoto for a beach person. "You never even show your tan," I accused, "Especially not - wait, all over? <em>All-over</em>?" ...All over? No way. "You'll have to show me that later," I mumbled, a little disarmed, and flushing again. "Or maybe just show me the beach, I don't mind - wait, a little... a little touching? W-with who?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hanjuku High - Game On!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 18:47:29</strong>
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				- ARISAWA NAOTO, Instigator of Awkwardness -<br><br>Naoto grinned slyly, her tongue sticking out like a mischievous cat.&nbsp; "Just because I don't <em>show</em> my tan doesn't mean I can't wanna get one.&nbsp; The last thing I want is to see a pale ghost in the mirror every morning.&nbsp; And yes.&nbsp; All.&nbsp; <em>Over,</em>" she said, stressing each syllable.&nbsp; "Every last inch!&nbsp; Why, is Masa-chan looking for a little fun under the sun?"<br><br>The other question seemed to catch her a bit more off guard, and she screwed up her face some as she attempted to think.&nbsp; "Well...&nbsp; Huh.&nbsp; That is an <em>excellent</em> question.&nbsp; I think it was...&nbsp; No, wait, that was...&nbsp; Hmmm."&nbsp; Naoto pursed her lips and rolled her eyes off to the side.&nbsp; "I forget his name.&nbsp; Anyway, it was harmless.&nbsp; Clothes on.&nbsp; Y'know, just some...exploring.&nbsp; Think he had a decent hoohah too."<br><br>Generally she wasn't the sort to even mention such things, but apparently something had put her in the mood.&nbsp; The girl certainly <em>wasn't</em> known for her promiscuity, but she was among the few that sought men outside of school and dated them instead of getting closer to the girls at Hanjuku.&nbsp; While some would say that was very mature of her, the little flings never became anything serious.&nbsp; It wouldn't be the first time that she'd forgotten some fellow's name.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hanjuku High - Game On!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 15:50:11</strong>
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				ooc: For information her outfit is not slutty its a bodysuit but no one can tell she is practically nude underneath. Its a suit for motorcycling.<br><br>Miss Miri Tanaka, getting to work.<br><br>The song stops after several minutes and she claps. Standing she does her formal welcome to her homeroom and says,"I'm honored to be your homeroom teacher this year, and hope we will all learn from each other."&nbsp; She bows to the class.<br><br>Getting a box out of the closet she points to Naoto and says ,"Since you clearly are wide awake and don't care to participate in important school traditions you can help hand out these books to the class." She is know to be from the first class to graduate so seems to have had a nerve hit.<br><br><em>The books are the usual student handbook, a booklet on the new class and information on the various school clubs and organizations.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hanjuku High - Game On!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 17:01:10</strong>
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				- ARISAWA NAOTO, Busted -<br><br>Naoto's eye twitched at the rebuff, and after a moment of pondering whether she could possibly get away with pretending she had gone spontaneously deaf in both ears, the girl sighed heavily and pried herself away from Masako's desk.&nbsp; She took the stack of handbooks without so much as looking at Tanaka's face, then starting passing them out as halfheartedly as possible.&nbsp; The barely muffled giggling from the other students didn't bother her in the slightest, but the act of having to move about the whole classroom was both a total drag and the slightest bit infuriating.&nbsp; At least being kicked out of the room would have allowed her to go get another smoke.<br><br>When every book was in its place she slumped back into her own seat, this time facing forward.&nbsp; She rolled her eyes at Masako, then cracked her own book open and stared at the pages as they flipped by, glazed over and seeing nothing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hanjuku High - Game On!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jadeling</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 00:33:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				- TANAKA MASAKO, not busted -<br><br>Poor Naoto! Forced to get up and to walk around the classroom. It's like what she's doing what I generally do every day! What horror. Tanaka-sensei stood over Naoto the whole time, arms crossed, looking severe, as the girl slouched around the classroom dumping books on people's desks. As she passed me she grunted a little and rolled her eyes. I smiled back, stifling a chuckle.<br><br>The book was fairly light, actually; I was probably going to dump it in a corner when I got back to my room and forget about it. But for now, I flicked idly through it. Huh... I wonder what clubs had been pre-approved this year?<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hanjuku High - Game On!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wraith</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 09:23:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;- FUJISAWA SHIORI - late<br><br>School was back on. Shi was not sure how she felt about that. The holidays had been one long bore; she couldn't remember much of it. There was that convention she had managed to visit after some intense pleading with Mom, but that had been the only bright spot in the whole gloomy affair. Shi distinctly remembered wishing she was back in the dorms, attending classes and slacking off gym sessions. Now that school had started again though, she was regretting that wish. It always was like that. Miss school when on vacation, pine for vacations when in class. <br><br>Still, it wasn't all that bad, Shi thought, as she walked down the corridor down to 2-A. It was a whole new year starting and that was always a boost. She would very likely be singing a different tune when the teachers really started to pile it on a couple of weeks later, but right now, it was all good. She would get to sit at her favourite desk, right beside the window. She would get to flip through the new books in class, before they lost their charm and became a chore. Maybe there'd be a couple of new students and teachers to add some spice to the old school dramas. She wasn't exactly looking forward to this, but there was enough to keep her interested and not want to run away screaming. <br><br>She was at the door. The class was almost full. Tanaka sensei was standing in front of the blackboard. Oh geez. Shi glanced at her watch. 15 minutes fast, or so she supposed, 'cause according to it she was five minutes early. Late on the first day of school. Not a good thing. There was no way she could surreptitiously sneak in either. Sighing at her luck, Shi stood straight and cleared her throat. <br><br>"May I come in, Tanaka-sensei?" <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hanjuku High - Game On!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Regetta Rose</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 21:37:23</strong>
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				Tsukino Kirie<br>(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad218/fuzzstraw/137227-canaan_large.jpg?t=1264139000)<br><br>Kirie walked down the corridor in her new school uniform, with a note in her hand from the principal's office with her personal details and class written on it.&nbsp; It was her first day at school in Tokyo, and she was rather unwilling. She would rather be back in Okinawa spending her time in the sun than here.<br>"2A, 2A, 2A...oh I've arrived," she said, looking at a sign above the door.<br>Not giving a damn about being late since she was a transfer student after all, she burst into the classroom and immediately bowed to the teacher, presenting her with the note.<br>'Dozo yoroshiku onegaishimasu. Kochirawa Tsukino Kirie desu,' she said, head still bowed, both hands on the note.<br><br><br>
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