The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus
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				Title: <strong>The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>06-04-2015, 20:45:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">SCHOOL CAMPUS</span></strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/a30849a9def87855c365ef027cb553c1/tumblr_mqci936rtx1sor8q8o3_1280.jpg)<br>Source: The Garden Of Words</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>About this Location</strong></span></span></div><br>The school campus thread covers the entire school area, this involving classrooms, hallways, the roof, the cafeteria, the track field, the PE-hall, and the swimming pool. See the school rules in the resources thread for more information regarding the on-campus rules. The school itself is a highly modern build. Having just opened, most things about it are in pristine shape, and things like IT and classrooms are all set up with reasonably priced good equipment.<br><br><div align="center">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/b3fcb1637cf94aea9201ccfdb48a26fb/tumblr_mqci11sQ491sor8q8o1_1280.jpg)<br>Source: the Garden Of Words</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>IC Posting Rules</strong></span></span></div><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"> Give co-players at least one week to post before you start nagging them, after two weeks, contact me.</li><li type="disc"> In larger group-conversations, let at least three other people post before you post again, but preferably let it go by cycle instead.</li><li type="disc"> If you know you won't be able to post for a bit, give a notion in the OOC.</li><li type="disc"> Should you for some reason have to leave the game, it would be nice if you could write out your character. Not required, but appreciated.</li><li type="disc"> Posts should be posted up on the location the posts end in, not the one they begin in should there be a transition.</li></ul><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Post Header</strong></span></span></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">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=3]HYPERLINK[/img][/floatleft][b]Name:[/b] &lt;Family name - Given name&gt;<br>[b]Location:[/b] &lt;Current location&gt;<br>[b]Tagging:[/b] &lt;Anyone currently involved, mentioned characters should be respectively tagged as such&gt;<br><br>[hr]<br><br><br></code></pre><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Links to other Threads</strong></span></span></div><br>&lt;Recruitment Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=226648.msg11123669#msg11123669)&gt;<br>&lt;OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=226875.msg11134119#msg11134119)&gt;<br>&lt;Resources (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=226889.msg11134639#msg11134639)&gt;<br>&lt;Character Registry (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=226829.0)&gt;<br>&lt;The City [IC Thread] (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=226937.0)&gt;<br>&lt;School Campus [IC Thread] (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=226938.0)&gt;</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>06-04-2015, 22:29:01</strong>
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				Present day: Fifth of May 2015 - Tuesday<br>Present time: 12:32, lunchtime commencing<br><br><hr><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/17v4Yxv.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tamashï Karada<br><strong>Location:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>It had been almost eighty years of neglect, but the tides were changing. Almost forgotten deity Tamashï Karada had been in slumber for many years. The factory that had been built on top of his holy ground had suffered early losses during world war 2, being carpet-bombed for then to just be left be, having too much heavy machinery left within it for anyone to bother clearing it out.<br><br>Yet, tides were changing. While his shrine was not being rebuilt, something new that he could appreciate more than an old factory falling apart. A school would be built, a school with students. While it wasn't the same as being appreciated again, it would be enough to find some joy in, and maybe even enough to have his shrine risen again.<br><br>And so the picking process began. Knowing well that he would not be able to pick all too many of the students and involve them in his new little plaything, he proceeded to pick out the students he considered the most interesting out of them all. Maybe he would make additions later, but for this round, he pulled out those that he found the most interest in, and soon enough, they would get to know what it meant to neglect a god.<br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/AoGECMU.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kawaguchi Akira<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home &gt; Second-year Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> None in particular.<br><br><hr><br>It was 3AM. Any person on a work-schedule would be sleeping at a time like this, but that sadly didn't mean everyone did. Trying to use her pillow to cover over her ears, Akira tried to put in a few valuable hours of sleep before the upcoming schoolday. However, it wasn't all that easy when the neighbors on the head-end of your bed were busy smashing bottles and shouting at one another. She had long given up on going over to tell them to shut the hell up, she wasn't that keen on getting sake-bottles thrown after her. In the end, she ended up using her feet, slamming them towards the wall. She was tempted to shout as well, but she didn't want to wake up her mother and stepfather. She was sure her mother would've understood, but her stepfather... Not so likely, he'd likely give her a firm slap and tell her to fuck off, if she was lucky anyways.<br><br>With the repeated knocks being ignored completely, Akira could do but sigh and turn over, hoping for it to eventually stop. Maybe, with some serious luck, they'd both hit one another in the back of the head with their respective bottles, knocking them out...<br><br><hr><hr><br>Eventually the night passed, and Akira slowly managed to get out of bed. She had heard the alarm, but she hadn't managed to pull herself out of bed for a long time. Eventually though, without the alarm getting thrown on the floor, she got herself out of the bed and slumped down on the floor, sighing and looking up at the floor. She would miss the early morning train if she didn't get up soon, but ugh... In the end though, she did manage to get up, and after a bit of pondering, she had managed to get dressed in her uniform and slowly slumped out of the small bedroom and into the main areal of the small apartment, where her parents had their "bedroom". She wasn't met by the usual smiling mother this time granted. Normally, her stepdad would be out of the doors by now, but for some odd reason he wasn't. She was caught off-guard, and she quickly felt a pair of strong hands gripping around her neck. He was shouting at her, but she couldn't manage to pick up on what he said. It was something about the knocking, but any more than that she couldn't pick up on as she was more focused on landing a kick in his stomach before he chocked her to death. She doubted he'd ever go that far, but then again, she wasn't going to challenge faith. <br><br>After landing a few kicks, she finally managed to make the grip on her neck loosen and she was dropped to the floor, gasping for air between aggressive coughs.<br><br>Her stepfather said a few finishing words before landing a kick to her side for then to leave the room, going to work while she slowly got up. She lifted up her shirt to have a look at where he had hit her, and she could already see a growing bruise. With one final sigh, she started to think of a cover-story for why she had choke-marks on her neck while she made her lunch, not sharing a word with her mother. When done, she threw it into her bag, leaving for the door. <strong>"Real charm you got there... He's a keeper for sure"</strong> She mumbled, slamming the door while puffing up the collar of the shirt so it would hide over the marks. <br><br><hr><hr><br>Luckily she made it to school in time despite the morning ruckus, and the first few classes went by relatively well. She was lucky enough to not have anyone question the marks that she had managed to cover over with the collar of the shirt. And eventually, the bells rang in the end of the fourth period, leading in to the lunch break. Chairs were moved around to surround certain desks while some were traversing to the cafeteria to buy food there, some moved up to the roof to enjoy the warming sun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>06-04-2015, 23:07:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/19/U0ik1ZJ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miyazaki Satomi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Satomi's apartment&gt;Eventually the cafeteria.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>It seemed to be a normal morning for Satomi as she awoke at five AM, yawning as she lazily pushed back the covers before rubbing the sand out of her tired eyes. Once again making the futile promise in her mind not to stay up so late, the sleepy bookworm slipped out of bed and began her morning routine, When she was done washing up and putting on her regulation uniform, she was at the table in the next few minutes, eating her cereal and making sure her website, Ricchanmoto.com, was in working order. Gathering her things, the dual-lifed girl made her way on to the local station. Classes just seemed to be normal for the most part, as Satomi maintained a studious and punctual manner as usual in her lessons. After the usual bell had rung for lunch, she took her bag and made her way to the cafeteria. Satomi ended up buying miso ramen and some melon bread today, taking advantage of the cash flow she received from the donations to her site. The quiet girl then quickly scurried back to her desk, hoping to avoid any mean or scary students.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>07-04-2015, 02:51:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ini4gN5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Weaver<br><strong>Location:</strong> Heading to the cafeteria<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nobody specifically<br><br><hr><br>Erica's day started about an hour before school began, with her alarm clock blaring and whining for her attention while the little LED screen flickered on and off. Seeing as how this was going to have been the third time that she ignored it's plea and hit the snooze button, this time she decided to grasp hold of the higher brain functions required for her to slide her hand off to the side and press the lower button off to the right in order to permanently silence the small, wailing device... At least until tomorrow morning, anyway. A single eye opened, and the disheveled brunette eventually managed to accomplish the laborious task of pushing herself up out of her pillow, so that she was sitting up in her bed. As was to be expected, her hair was an absolute disaster zone, her eyes were lazy and unfocused, and the spaghetti string tank-top that she slept in had bunched up to expose her midriff a bit, with one string resting off to the side... This was how she woke up most mornings, it was basically a ritual at this point as she swiveled herself up and out of the bed, and made a bee-line straight to the bathroom to start cleaning herself up. Twenty minutes of showering and brushing later, and Erica finally emerged feeling a whole lot more alive and better about herself. As far as she was aware, her almost autopilot ran morning routine had gone off without a hitch once again, as she just threw on her school uniform and made her way out the door with a banana and a bottled water in hand, to eat during the relatively short train ride to school. <br><br>Blessedly the entire morning passed by without any real complications. As was usual she got some added attention from some of her male classmates, but PE was always after lunch, and that was when she seemed to draw the most attention. Not that it bothered her so much these days, of course. She'd gotten quite used to it, and it wasn't like any of the guys were overly pushy anyway. Either way, it was with a relaxed smile and a playful hum in her voice that she made her own way to the cafeteria, grabbing something to eat and before returning to her classroom and plopping down in her seat. Now, who else from her class was around... She was always looking for somebody to chat with during lunch, and rarely was it the same person two days in a row...<br><br>She looked around, often liking to weigh her options before making her approach. Now, who else would be around today?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenWhite</strong> on <strong>07-04-2015, 05:25:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.myanimelist.net/images/characters/6/159571.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sakurai Yuuji<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home &gt; Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <br><br><hr><br>She was there, in view and within his reach the perfect girl with nicely shaped breasts and a nice ass. She had a habit of wearing garter belts and let her long brown hair cascade on her shoulders and down her back. Her eyes captivated him and he could see her mouth the words every boy wanted to hear, "Take me." He had spent so long, trekking through harsh terrain and taking on burden after burden. There she was in his arms, his hands slowly approached her breasts and just when they were about to touch... BEEP BEEP BEEP!<br><br>Yuuji's hand quickly slapped the alarm's snooze button in frustration. It was half past six. He laid flat on his bed as he looked up at his ceiling, groaning at his misfortune. <em>'These dreams are getting too real, I'd better make a mental note to not eat whatever the fuck that candy was that I ate yesterday."</em> Also, he thought that he shouldn't combine that with adventure games about saving bodacious princesses. Yuuji sat up, yawning and stretching all of his exhaustion out of his body yet it still lingered, and then rubbed his eyes, smacking his lips. His throat always had an annoying dryness to it in the mornings and he always had this pain in his right shoulder that usually went away by the time he left the house. Yuuji lazily looked around, his surroundings blurry and his eyes unable to focus. <br><br>He turned towards his desk next to his bed in order to grab his glasses but they weren't there. An annoyed 'tch' left his mouth as he hated whenever this happened. He must've knocked them down or put them elsewhere or something stupid like that. Soon enough, he found them on the floor in front of the desk. At least it wasn't like the other times where they somehow were across the room. <em>"I should really think about getting a second pair."</em> Yuuji put on his glasses and soon the world around him came into focus. With one last stretch, he kicked his legs off of the bed and got up. <br><br>Yuuji went through the typical morning routine for a teenager like him: "used" the bathroom, used the bathroom, washed his hands, brushed his teeth, attempted to comb his hair, and put on deodorant. He left the bathroom and entered his room once again to dress in his school uniform. In the mirror, he straightened his tie and collar and fixed his cuffs. A serious look for a serious person. Yuuji still lamented the fact that he had been forced to play through this facade of his. It's not like he <em>wanted</em> to be serious, he was just forced to be serious. Apparently, wearing glasses and not smiling too often alongside doing exceptionally well in school meant that he was a very serious person. He just did what he thought he should do, but everyone else thought differently. Yuuji muttered to himself, <strong>"Pfft, high school, how ridiculous."</strong> <br><br>Yuuji opened up his wardrobe, but not to pull out clothes or anything. Instead, he pushed back the false back of the wardrobe and slide it to the side, revealing something that resembled a shrine. It was a small table with a stack of porn magazines placed on top with lacy bras and panties, along with a garter belt or two, hanging around on hooks. Yuuji knelt down, closed his eyes, and clapped his hands twice before spending a few moments in silence, then saying out loud, <strong>"Please, Eros-kamisama, shower me with the beautiful sight of boobs and perhaps a panty flash or two."</strong> He picked himself back up and replaced the false back, putting the wardrobe back to normal. Yuuji picked up his school bag and made sure everything he needed for the day was in it. He slung it over his shoulder and made his way downstairs. The young man glanced over at the kitchen and then decided not to have breakfast and that he was just going to buy lunch that day. He couldn't be bothered to cook some days and today was one of those days. It was times like these when he wished he had a little sister who cooked for him. Instead, he was an only child. And as usual, his parents were working and they told him the night before on his phone that they wouldn't be home for a while. Yuuji opened the door and saluted to no one in particular, <strong>"I'm off!"</strong> Then he left, closing and locking the door behind him. <br><br><hr><br>Yuuji took his bike to school, getting his exercise that way. It took him about half an hour, 45 minutes maximum, to get to school. He had just started this school, having to switch over from his old school to this one since it was closer and he didn't have to take a train. Ichikuji High School was built upon land that used to house a shrine, but then things happened and now there's a school. The history of the school itself didn't interest him much, nor did he know what god the shrine was for. Maybe he'd care a lot more if the god was a goddess and if she was depicted with a nice rack. The morning breeze was nice and just strong enough to pick up the skirts of unsuspecting girls everso slightly. Yuuji grinned to himself and thought, <em>"Today is going to be a great day."</em> <br><br>Yuuji arrived to class relatively early as usual. He tried to keep up the whole character trope he was stuck in. He had to look stern and play the part correctly. Yuuji sat in his seat towards the front of the class and waited as the other students piled in. He had his eyes on a few girls, though he tried to be careful not to get caught looking. Each one had a different quality that he liked which always filled up his hours in the classroom. If he wasn't answering a question, reading from the text, or glancing out the window, you could bet that Yuuji was eyeing a girl covertly. <br><br>Eventually, lunchtime came and he got up from his seat, then heading to the cafeteria. Yuuji always got the same thing whenever he ate lunch at school: a croquette sandwich, strawberry milk, and some chocolate pudding. If there was anything that Yuuji held in high regard along with women, it was sweets and the fact that strawberry milk reigned supreme over all other flavors. He paid for his food and returned to the classroom to pick up a book he was reading; it was about a farmer who trained to become a hero and had to save his family. Yuuji opened the book and started reading it as he walked outside the classroom, wanting to go towards the roof. He took one last opportunity to glance at a girl who had also returned from the cafeteria, it was the foreigner from America. She had a nice figure and her three sizes were top-notch, at least by his analysis. The glance itself was smooth, it was as if it had been practiced over and over to avoid detection. Yuuji could be a spy with that kind of ability. He looked down back at his book and thought, <em>"Man, I wish I was reading DoDo's Ridiculous Adventures."</em> One of his favorite manga, but surely a serious person like him could not get caught reading manga, so instead he stuck with the typical, no-picture books.<br><br>He finally reached the roof, sitting against the nearby wall that shaded him from the sun. It seemed the cool breezes from this morning continued all this time, perhaps he would catch a glimpse of some panties today. Black lace were his favorites but he appreciated the sanctity of seeing a girl's panties in the first place. It was an honor to be blessed with such a sight. He had to pray to Eros everyday so that he might be able to catch glimpses. Yuuji ate his lunch and read his book, though he was distracted by his "other" thoughts, not waiting for anyone in particular.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GiftsUngiven</strong> on <strong>07-04-2015, 18:30:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/SymMlqg.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Matsumoto Tatsuya <br><strong>Location:</strong> Home &gt;&gt; Bakery &gt;&gt; Cafeteria<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No one! (t.t)<br><hr>The alarm blared in Tatsuya's ears. Mechanically, he sat up in bed and silenced the alarm, a reflex honed by years of early rising. The alarm's LED display impassively showing that it was 4 am. Tatsuya moved, rising from his bed and stretching. Everything in the spartan room was laid out with purpose. There was no wasted effort in the room. No posters, no books on the only bookshelf other than textbooks.&nbsp; His work clothes, set out the night before occupied the chair, while on the desk sat a bag packed with his school clothes. This was a routine he had practiced a thousand times, and it required no thought on his part. He opened the curtains, a futile gesture, considering it was still pitch black outside, and that by the time he returned it would likely be dark again, but a reflexive, hopeful one. Taking the towel hanging from the chair's seat, Tatsuya moved towards the shower, pausing to peek into his parents room. As usual, a single figure occupied the room, her breathing calm and steady, undisturbed by the troubles of the waking world. <em>"Looks like father has another late night"</em> Tatsuya thought to himself. The thought contained neither gratitude nor scorn, it was a simple statement of the way things were. <br><br>Tatsuya moved on to the shower, an affair that was timed down to the minute. Turn on the shower. Wait a minute for it to turn hot. In the meantime shave. Step into the shower. Lather. Wash it off. Step out of the shower. As usual, Tatsuya took a moment to look himself over before stepping into the shower. Making sure the scars were still there, making sure he was still whole. The whole event was almost ritualistic in nature, and the shower was done in less than ten minutes. He felt clean, ready to face the day. It was a good feeling. Returning to his room, Tatsuya quickly got dressed, a process that took less than a minute. These were utilitarian clothes, much less expensive than his school uniform, something he could afford to damage at work. Tatsuya internally winced, remembering his father's reaction to when he had outgrown his school uniform, *again* a year ago. That out of the way, he begun to move towards the kitchen, the bright green of his alarm clock now reading 4:15. <br><br>The kitchen was much less pristine and spartan than Tatsuya's room, with the notable detail of one of the drawers having a conspicuous looking lock on it. Pinned to the refrigerator a number of crayon drawings, childish and inelegant, featuring a princess and a prince. Tatsuya quickly made breakfast, microwaving the rice, breaking the egg and adding soysauce, as the tea brewed. He ate quickly and efficiently, gulping down the tea as soon as it was ready. Tatsuya sort of enjoyed these quiet moments of solitude and quiet in the morning, but as soon as they came they were over. Following a routine that had remained unbroken for a long time, Tatsuya returned to his parents room, and whispered, careful not to wake her, "Good morning mother". That said, he returned to his room, grabbed his bag, and headed to the door. A minute later, his shoes were on, and he was making his way to the Nakahara Bakery<br><br><hr><br>"Good morning Nakahara-sama" Tatsuya greeted, stepping into the familiar surroundings of the bakery. The man replied only with a grunt. For a baker he wasn't much of a morning person. Not that Tatsuya minded, he wasn't much of a conversationalist anyway. Rolling his sleeves, he got to work, the truck had just arrived, and Mr. Nakahara was busy prepping the ovens. So, like every morning for the past year, Tatsuya unloaded the truck. He remembered how much he had struggled with the heavy sacks the first few weeks on the job, and how Mr. Nakahara had just grunted and nodded, despite Tatsuya's slow speed. Tatsuya was grateful, he needed this job, and Mr. Nakahara had put up with him until he did it well. It took almost an hour to unload the truck, but finally, all the supplies were unloaded. <br><br>Mr. Nakahara nodded, and pointed at the bread he was currently rolling. Tatsuya understood. He moved up and begun rolling bread too. Being just on the route to school, this bakery had a lot of foot traffic in the morning. The rolling itself was easy, something Tatsuya quite enjoyed, as it allowed him to focus entirely on the task at hand. Before he knew it, it was light out, and the voices of students moving towards the school were pouring through the open windows. "I'll be going now Nakahara-sama, thank you for the work". Tatsuya bowed, before leaving, once again acknowledged with only a grunt. A polite grunt, <br><br><hr><br>Tatsuya had payed attention in class, as was usual, but as was also usual, he had not done the readings. This didn't bother him overmuch, he just wanted to graduate, he wasn't especially concerned with being top of the class. For all he cared, he could be dead last, as long as it didn't hinder his ability to work. Still, it was a relief when classes finally ended, and they broke for lunch. Tatsuya, as usual, had packed a bento. It wasn't especially flavorful, having been prepared the night before, but supplemented with an anpan from the bakery, it should be enough to satisfy the growling in his stomach. As usual, Tatsuya sat at the end of a table, not particularly concerned with who might sit near him, his mind narrowly focused on sating his hunger, and wondering if he might have time to glance over the reading he hadn't done. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>08-04-2015, 01:14:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/322/f/8/mashiro_shiina_render_by_nekoryocatsan-d5lg0n6.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tachibana Hanako <br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment &gt; School &gt; Homeroom &gt; Cafeteria <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mentioning Matsumoto-san | Open to all <br><br><hr><br>One alarm clock had not been enough to wake Hanako, for as long as she could remember. Of course, her parents were always a reliable fall back, often entering her bedroom to turn the earsplitting ringing off, shaking Hanako awake moments later. Yet, that was back when she lived with her parents, back before coming to the realization that they did not share her dream, but rather, wanted her to fulfill their own personal agenda. This year marked the first where Hanako would be solely on her own, unable to rely on anyone but herself, unless she managed to find a roommate. Even then, what sort of roommate would sign up for what was essentially unpaid babysitting duty? At the very least, Hanako had enough common sense to understand that if she did not make a change in her life, and soon, then graduating would be an impossibility. <br><br>Having prepared enough to think ahead, briefly, Hanako had set the loudest ringtone to blare on her phone as a backup to the alarm clock. That small, digital device was buried, much like the rest of her room, beneath layers of miscellaneous debris, which probably diminished the normally deafening volume of said alarm clock's beeping. However, her cellphone, obviously an old fashioned flip-phone, was buried beneath the tangled web of sheets and pillows her lazing body was strewn across. When the clocks struck 6:00 in the morning, both alarms sounded simultaneously, yet the chorus of piercing sirens was not quite enough to make Hanako flinch. Rather than twitch to consciousness, she would slowly grow aware of the disturbance and after another ten minutes or so, finally roused. Turning over, her hand fell loudly against the pile of discarded items which covered her clock, effectively managing to push the button in and silence it. Yawning widely, she then flopped back over and sought out her phone, beneath her pillow, using her thumb to flick the screen open and turn its alarm off, as well. <br><br>In the deafening silence that quickly followed, Hanako was tempted to rest her eyes for another five minutes, but knew that would turn into another hour and five minutes. Forcing herself up and over to the edge of the bed, she stretched herself out as she stood to full height and stripped off the over-sized T-shirt she'd been sleeping in. Shuffling her naked self to the bathroom, Hanako sleepily managed to find the switch and turn the lights on, before then brushing her teeth and glancing at her puffy-faced, red-eyed reflection staring back at her. She was still getting used to her apartment, having just moved in before the start of her second year at school. "Egggh," she grunted, as she continued brushing, not looking very forward to school, after all. Maybe her parents were right all along? Maybe her intentions of working hard to graduate would prove to be a complete waste of time. Maybe her purpose was in creating art, despite it not being a challenge, or something she felt genuinely passionate about. It may have been too idealistic of her, to want to pursue a dream she had yet to conjure up. To want to do something with her life that she felt challenged by and passionate about. <br><br>After all, as her father pointed out on numerous occasions, working in a corporate office was neither a dream, nor a passion of his, yet he did it, and he did it well. Still, flunking out of school was not something girls her age did. Everyone else her age was in school, most of them were doing pretty well in their courses, to boot. That was what Hanako truly longed for. To be normal, like the rest of them. To live a life away from the media, away from the galleries and gatherings, away from the competitions and prizes, away from skating through life with lackluster, or nonexistent, motivation. Rinsing out the paste from her mouth, she gargled for a few moments, then spit and washed off her toothbrush. Promptly afterward, she approached the shower stall and turned the knob, waiting for the water to reach a reasonable temperature, before stepping inside and sliding the glass door behind her. As the steam began to billow, Hanako returned to thoughts of her parents, growing more motivated to prove them wrong, with every scrub of her loofah. "Alright," she sighed to herself, twisting the knob and emerging from the shower, once freshly cleaned, proceeding to dry off and dress in her school uniform. <br><br><hr><br>By 6:30 Hanako was walking to school, shoulder bag over her arm, Pocky in her hand. The breeze picked up the ends of her long blond locks, which helped the straight tendrils to dry faster. There was a slight bounce to her step as she made her way across town, there being several blocks between her apartment and the school, her heels clacking roughly against the ground as she quickened her pace. On the way, she passed a bakery, one she had never noticed, given the fact that she had never taken this route to school before. Making note of it, she perked a brow as she passed by, hoping to remember to check it out on her way back to the apartment. Luckily, she got to school a bit quicker than she had imagined it would take to travel there, allowing her to reach homeroom with plenty of time to spare. This would probably be the only day of the entire year that Hanako would manage to be early. Finding a seat near the window, close to the back, she sat herself down and slumped in her seat. As soon as the lectures began, Hanako was holding her head, bracing herself, as if learning the material was physically draining, or it prompted her head to feel as if it were about to split in two. <br><br>When the lunch bell rang, it was met with a resounding sigh from a few students, but no sigh was louder than that of Hanako's. She made her way to the cafeteria, having no experience with making a bento, let alone the wherewithal in the morning to use her brain beyond autopilot features, Hanako resolved to buy lunch everyday. It was a responsible decision she had made, considering she knew the likelihood of her attempts to cook resulting in a kitchen fire which very likely could spread throughout the entirety of her apartment and quite possibly the rest of the building in the process. Really, she was doing everyone she lived with a favor. After getting herself a juice box, miso ramen, and red bean paste anpan, Hanako made her way through the cafeteria, looking around for a place to sit, which to her, would consist of no one else being nearby whatsoever. <br><br>She considered eating on the roof, or outside, since it was such a beautiful day, but shook her head firmly, reminding herself that the more time she wasted being indecisive, was just that much less time she'd have to eat lunch. Deciding upon a table in the back, seeing as how it was empty, save for one person at the very end, she walked over, staring at him as she approached and sat at the opposite end of the same table. His hair was somewhat long, partially obstructing his face, but he didn't seem to mind. He was eating a hand-made bento, rather than a store-bought one, or at least she presumed it to be so, considering it looked slightly bland. Her head tilted to the side as she watched him eat, observing without consideration for a long moment. Even if he were to glare at her for her staring, Hanako would not stop. Not until her stomach growled at her angrily. Then and only then, would she bow her head and lower the tray onto the table's surface before clapping her hands together loudly. <br><br>"Itadakimasu!" <br><br>With that, she began eating, glancing at the boy's direction every so often as she did. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>08-04-2015, 19:20:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Karada%20Tamashi/Kanbaru%20Tsukihi/ShibuyaRinCinderellaGirls26.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kanbaru Tsukihi<br><strong>Location:</strong> In homeroom. Last lesson before lunch, then lunch break.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No-one directly. Miyazaki Satomi and Erica Weaver mentioned.<br><br><hr><br><em>Three or four weeks into the term. Still no-one here I can really get into. Same old people. I guess this school is like any other after all. What did they say? New design, special layout, socially interactive spaces. What a lot of</em><br><br><strong><em>"Kanbaru."</em></strong><br><br><em>complete lies. Just like my old school. Same stuffy teachers. Same people who are 'in'. Same people who are</em><br><br><strong><em>"Kanbaru?"</em></strong><br><br><em>'out'. Same crazies, same bullies. Who organised the selection here? Idiots. Losers and winners, just as always. What was that line from that English rock song? 'Welcome to the new boss, same as the old~</em><br><br><strong><em>"Kanbaru Tsukihi! Hello? Planet earth calling Kanbaru! Come in Kanbaru!"</em></strong><br><br><em>Hn? Ah, shimatta!</em><br><br><strong>"Hai, sensei!"</strong> I looked up from my desk, from my daydream. I was in class, more than that, so was everyone else. My face burned a little.<br><br><strong><em>"This equation, by what criteria do we define it as a quadratic? Please enlighten us. If you're awake."</em></strong><br><br>There were more titters of amusement. The schadenfreude was palpable. <em>"I'm not suffering Morita-sensei's sarcasm, someone else is." That's what they are thinking, I can actually hear them.</em><br><br>I stood up and cast a cold glare around the room, my eyes sweeping the sea of white faces like the searchlight of a warship. The titters died away. <em>Kanbaru's pissed</em> the dying titters announced. <em>Too right. Kanbaru's pissed. At you and at this sarcastic idiot who should behave like a teacher and not a grinning game show TV host, playing his audience. So I daydreamed, so what? I'm a teenager. I'm allowed to. Are you telling me you never let your attention wander when you were seventeen, sensei?</em><br><br><strong>"Hai, sensei,"</strong> I intoned flatly. <strong>"A quadratic equation involves only one unknown, it is called "univariate". The quadratic equation only contains powers of x that are non-negative integers, and therefore it is a polynomial equation, and in particular it is a second degree polynomial equation since the greatest power is two…"</strong> I led sensei through the rote answer like he was a child – a title he had just bestowed on himself from his behaviour towards me. <em>I learned this stuff in my autumn term of last year. Why are you taking us through this again? Is it all you know or are you just testing us?</em><br><br>I concluded my explanation and sat down.<br><br><strong><em>"Good, Kanbaru. Arigato. You <span class="bbc_u">were</span> awake after all. Please try to look like you are listening in future. Now, who can explain to us the main variables of the quadratic and their function? Kawahara?"</em></strong><br><br>Maths went on until it stopped going on and it ended. The lunch bell chimed, the familiar Westminster chimes (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OuMfyndwARQ) bonging through the school. <em>Funny how such a hi-tech design still uses a bell tone like schools have since the war. I suppose this one is a digital file played on a computer through the PA system but still – couldn't they think up something more modern?</em><br><br>As my somewhat grumpy thoughts rumbled on the class exploded around me into chatter, scraping chairs, swinging bags and tables being turned to face each other as buddies ate lunch together. I pulled my bento from my bag. Lunch alone again. When was a big-breasted and wasp-waisted babe going to breeze by and declare "Hey gorgeous, lonely? Don't be, I'll be your friend." Then we'd talk about rock and blues guitar, Hendrix, Blackmore, Santana and Clapton, swimming, maths, Olympic cyclists and she'd declare she lived in a vast mansion and this weekend her parents were away and she had the family pool to herself and why didn't I join her because skinny dipping was no fun on your own…<br><br>I sighed and chewed an omelette roll.<br><br>This school was no different from the other. Life was so dull. When would something exciting happen?<br><br>Miyazaki-san came back into homeroom with a lunch she'd got from the cafeteria. She was hardly a big-breasted babe but she was definitely very pleasing to look at. Just so <em>shy</em>. Terminally so. I liked her but preferred someone more talkative. Mind you, those glasses. Mm. The nerd look had something going for it.<br><br>My gaze caught the American's eye. Weaver Erica. I gave her a non-committal nod but with a slight blush looked away, concentrating on loading my mouth with rice. Big-breasted babes… <em>Wonder if she has a pool and if her parents are away?</em> She was no shy wallflower but she loved the attention from the boys too much. No luck there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thesunmaid</strong> on <strong>08-04-2015, 22:18:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/Ryo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tamahome Ryo<br><strong>Location:</strong> in the classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kawaguchi Akira<br>Character looks to be male to anyone who meets him<br><br><hr><br>He had been up for hours since his mother was touring in America and she had called to wish him luck on his first day. Sitting there he was wearing a pair of boxers and a t shirt running a hand through his messy hair. His fingers ran over a scar hidden by his hair which had been the last blow from his attack. He sighed and had put on a brave face for his mother but inside he was quite nervous. Right enough of this fooling about. He needed to get to school. Would not do to be late on his first day. Standing up he yawned and headed to the shower which he got over and done pretty quickly. Showering was always uncomfortable but at least he had it in his own home and would not be forced to do so at school. The head of the school understood that it could cause problems and had excused Ryo from gym classes.<br><br>Heading to the bedroom he put first on his binder...it was a sort of tube top that squashed his breasts down. Not that Ryo was exactly buxom in the first place only having a large A cup and had always been on the slender side taking after his father in body shape instead of his mother who was all curves.Thank goodness for small favours really. He remembered his mothers words over Skype...the usual I love you...have a good day at school and to do his home work. His mother had also embarrassingly told him she had bought him condoms and they were under the sink in the bathroom. Ryo had stared at the screen at her and she sighed."You might be a man now but you can still get pregnant at this point kiddo..I know maybe I am being too overcautious but I still worry ok?"Ryo had taken the box and tossed it into his bedside table..not that he thought he would be using it any time soon but if he did have friends over and they went looking for something last thing he needed is someone thinking he was some huge pervert.<br><br>He got into his uniform and smiled in the mirror..the shoulder pads in the jacket made his shoulders look broader and and the jacket and shirt hung well to make his chest look as flat as any slender young man. He went down to the garage and took the keys of his red sports car and headed off to school. Pulling into the student parking lot at the back he looked up at the building that would be his home dureing weekdays and the builder of his knowledge for the next year. Sure he was nervous about his first day but this was a new start he told himself.<br><br>He managed to find his classes with minimal problems..the map that was provided was quite helpful and now it was lunch time. He followed the map into the cafeteria and passing by Erica he noticed her hair as she passed by to leave.It was quite pretty and she seemed to be looking around for someone. He was starting classes later than most of the students and was sure every one had thier own groups of friends. He was sure she was one of the popular girls which has always made him nervous. Of course back at his old school the girls had always rolled thier eyes at him...well at the time her. And a group of them had been the ones to instigate his attack. His mum had encouraged him to talk to people and not just hide away in the music room at lunch.<br><br>Grabbing a tray and had his simple lunch put on the tray and was impressed. This place seemed to want to feed thier students well at least.After eating his lunch he headed to class. He sort of moved to desk where Akira was sitting."Would it be all right if I sat here? I am afraid I am new here and I have no idea really where anyone sits with groups. I do not mean to interrupt you and your studies. But if I am in for a penny I am in for a pound and might as well try talking to someone and be social. And...I...am sorry to...have bothered you probably..I am sure you are waiting for friends.."He looked at the&nbsp; girl a bit nervously and sighed since he was sort of babbling.Inwardly kicking himself he sat down a few seats down his hair in his face now. Wonderful Ryo...that's right make the first person you talk to think you are a freak..good job you dumb ass. Why did school have to be so hard? You can excel at trigonometry and music but talking to someone you open your mouth and sound like a bloody loon.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>09-04-2015, 00:46:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ini4gN5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Weaver<br><strong>Location:</strong> back in the classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kanbaru Tsukihi<br><br><hr><br>Erica hummed a little to herself, still scanning out the classroom until her eyes focused on one Kanbaru Tsukihi. She saw the girl nod towards her before turning forward and munching on some rice. Come to think of it, Tsukihi was always sitting alone, wasn't she? Technically speaking everybody in this school was a new transfer, but some were having more difficulty blending in than others. Specifically, Erica couldn't recall seeing Tsukihi eating with anybody else during lunch off the top of her head. What her fellow brunette did in her own personal time was her own business, of course, and Erica wasn't going to judge her for that... Still, seeing her always sitting alone day after day... It wasn't right! And while Erica might have been a little bit reluctant in the past, for reasons that were now lost to her, that changed today!<br><br>Well, it was decided. Erica collected her things, and shifted over the two seats required to put her side by side with the more plain faced, humorless brunette. As was the norm, she would offer her classmate a bright, kindhearted smile as she spoke in a playful tone. <strong>"Heya, Kanbaru-san! You lonely over here? I never see you sitting with anybody... Do you have any friends at this school?"</strong> She, of course, remained all too ignorant as to just how close she had gotten to the fantasy statement that Tsukihi had played in her head only moments ago. Oblivious as ever, Erica just kept on going. <strong>"Anyway, hope you don't mind me keeping you company... Oh! I can't believe that you actually got called out right before lunch. I figure sensei would know by now that you're the second smartest... If not *the* smartest person in the whole class. Don't tell him I told you this, but I think you might have Sakurai-san beat... Kind of early to tell though, I guess... Oh! What do you do for fun, anyway? Everybody's got to have a hobby, right?"</strong><br><br>Well, at least she couldn't be blamed for not giving Tsukihi anything to work with for a response...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>towerhouse</strong> on <strong>09-04-2015, 08:49:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/6ZxeCRR.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kusanagi Kyo<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment -&gt; Classroom -&gt; Cafeteria<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sakurai Yuuji<br><br><hr>Kyo looks at the time and it is already seven thirty in the morning.&nbsp; "Shit, I'm going to be late!" Kyo says to himself and quickly runs to his wardrobe to look for his school uniform.<br><br>He is going to be late. He found his white school uniform and his dark blue pants, also part of the school's uniform. But he decides to add something new to his look for today. He took out white bandanna on his forehead underneath his short hair.<br><br>Kyo admires himself in the mirror and he has to admit, he looks really good. His body is also one to admire. He has six packs, abs and anything a girl would want from a guy's body.&nbsp; Plus, he was a good poet...at least he thinks he was.&nbsp; Kyo walks out of his room and was about to prepare himself some breakfast when he realized that it is already seven forty. He only has about fifteen minutes before school starts so he skipped breakfast, opening the door of his apartment and closing it behind him.<br><br>He has already missed the bus so there is no point of running to the bus stop and he can't run through the market place since people would just throw things at him and that will dirty his uniform. He has no choice; he is going to have to use a short cut.&nbsp; Instead of turning to his left which would lead to the market, he turns to his right, into an alley. He continues running through the alley, even having to jump through a fence. When he is out of the alley, he looks around and when he read the name of the street, he knew he still has a long way to go.<br><br>He sees a garbage truck passing him and he realize that is the road leading to the school. He runs and was lucky to be able to jump on the back of the garbage truck, making sure to not let any dirt stain his shirt. When the truck is on the bridge, he jumps away from the truck and then jumps down the bridge. He can see the school right in front of him.&nbsp; He looks at his watch and it is seven fifty five and he has only about five more minutes to go. He quickly runs to the school, hoping to make it in time. He looks much older than everyone in his class, as he was required to repeat his second year due to bad grades.&nbsp; <br><br>When he reached the school grounds, he can see that the bus he saw earlier was already there. He continued to run and he still has about three minutes left and he still has plenty of time.&nbsp; Finding his classroom, he arrived just in time with a bit of sweat in his body.&nbsp; Everybody looks so much younger than him.&nbsp; He sat in the back of the class and barely was able to stay awake until lunchtime.&nbsp; He thought about joining some of his senior friends in the cafeteria.&nbsp; Instead, he said his "hi" and avoided their usual jests of his academic deficiencies.&nbsp; His efforts are better spent making friends with someone that can help him with his school work, although that has proven to be unsuccessful.&nbsp; He will pass this year, damnit.&nbsp; But his focus was soon shifted on a martial arts move he has been perfecting, and all thoughts about school passed.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked around the school while eating his sandwich.&nbsp; After a bit of exploring, he found an empty courtyard on the rooftop that was relatively empty.&nbsp; His thoughts quickly returned to the form he has been practicing.&nbsp; He went through it focusing on the one part that his father critiqued him on.&nbsp; Soon he was covered in sweat as the art engulfed him.&nbsp; He noticed Yuuji-san sitting in the corner reading a book.&nbsp; The practice was so engrossing that he did not notice him until now.&nbsp; Giving a nod to his classmate, he returned to his practice, focusing his energy on crushing imaginary opponents.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>09-04-2015, 18:55:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Karada%20Tamashi/Kanbaru%20Tsukihi/ShibuyaRinCinderellaGirls19_edit.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kanbaru Tsukihi<br><strong>Location:</strong> In homeroom.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erica Weaver.<br><br><hr><br><em>Ak, she's coming over.</em><br><br>I munched on lunch as resolutely as I could, trying to look like a 'do not disturb' sign was around my neck. No use. Weaver sat down at the desk beside mine. Forced socialising. The worst kind. Bleh.<br><br><strong><em>"Heya, Kanbaru-san! You lonely over here? I never see you sitting with anybody... Do you have any friends at this school?"</em></strong><br><br>I glanced at her. Shame she was an American with all that American brashness. What a waste of a beautiful pair of breasts, attaching them to someone so <em>loud</em>.<br><br>I blinked and gave her a non-committal look in reply. I hardly needed to use words, surely she could see I was the centre of a whirlwind social circus, fending off fans and wanna-be lovers every day.<br><br><strong><em>"Anyway, hope you don't mind me keeping you company... Oh! I can't believe that you actually got called out right before lunch. I figure sensei would know by now that you're the second smartest... If not *the* smartest person in the whole class. Don't tell him I told you this, but I think you might have Sakurai-san beat... Kind of early to tell though, I guess... Oh! What do you do for fun, anyway? Everybody's got to have a hobby, right?"</em></strong><br><br><em>Hells bells, have you got an 'off' switch? Where's the power cord? I need to yank it out of your backside.</em> Weaver-san would run several subjects into one sentence. She was often like this. No wonder she didn't put on weight, she must burn a couple of thousand calories a day with just her vocal chords and lips. To be honest 'none of your business' would be a good way to encapsulate my emotions right at that point, but I decided to be friendly instead.<br><br><strong>"Right,"</strong> I answered, agreeing with her question in the affirmative.<br><br><em>Is she wearing perfume? I thought that was against school rules?</em> My nose twitched. She smelled really good. The amazing contours of her chest were less than a metre away. <em>How do you not strain your back with that load always on your chest?</em> My body did a few warm responsive things. To keep calm I stuffed a <em>tako</em> sausage into my mouth. Now I was eating. No speaking! Win!<br><br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Tako Sausage</span> (http://www.justonecookbook.com/bento-food/how-to-make-octopus-sausage-tako-sausage/)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>10-04-2015, 03:00:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ini4gN5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Weaver<br><strong>Location:</strong> back in the classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kanbaru Tsukihi<br><br><hr><br>That curt, vague answer caused Erica to deflate a little bit. Truth be told, she had a pretty sour track record at this point with trying to meet new people and get in their good graces. Half this class seemed to be filled with either socially awkward introverts, or students who were just outright hostile towards her. She could tell herself over and over again that it was their problem and that she wasn't at fault, but at this point, how long could she really work with that excuse? While she wouldn't look upset or anything, it did look like the American girl would level out a little bit as she edged backwards in her desk, and spoke in a far more level tone of voice. <strong>"E-heh... Come on... You can give me more than that, can't you? I'm just trying to start up a conversation here... How about this? If you don't wanna answer, just ask me whatever you like. Just... you know... be ready to answer the same question afterwards... Does that work?"</strong> She ran a hand through her hair, having learned during her year over in America that trying to talk about herself too much during the early phases of a conversation was a no-go. That was part of the reason for why she'd gotten so excited, and poured so many questions and statements onto Tsuki. It was an over compensation for what she'd already learned from her past failures... Though it seemed that her new approach wasn't working at all, either...<br><br>Meeting new people was hard! But damned if she wasn't going to keep trying. Her eyes would show a bright, genuine, eager light to them while she waited for Tsuki's response, the American girl genuinely trying to put her best foot forward with making a good first impression, and potentially breaking the ice between the two of them. After all, what was the point of her even making the trip over to Japan if she was going to fail time and time again to actually make legitimate Japanese friends? Sure, she had gotten plenty of attention and admiration from the male students since her arrival here, and while the admiration was nice, it didn't quite feel right to her. It might have been a silly thing to think about, but she wanted to make at least *one* genuine friend! On that front, she'd been met with nothing but failure after failure since her arrival here.<br><br>Regardless of her inner musings, she'd keep that bright, sincere smile focused towards Tsuki, though she wouldn't be quite as loud or pushy anymore after Tsuki had managed to push back the initial wave.<br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/nuH8MJN.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Narita Hayato<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Grounds<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nobody yet, passing interest in Matsumoto and Tachibana<br><br><hr><br>Hayato's eyes snapped open, the alarm that had been screaming and wailing for the last fifteen minutes to try and get his attention had finally accomplished it's goal. His gaze would pivot towards the small LED lights, causing him to curse gently as he reached over and turned off the device. "Damn it, I overslept..." He would mutter as he quickly got himself out of bed, It was already 5:30! He was already well behind on his morning schedule, he should have started his morning run fifteen minutes ago. Every morning before school, Hayato liked to go out for a 5 kilometer run on a route he'd figured out along the sidewalks and the streets of his house. Not only was it a great way to wake himself up and shake off any hint of exhaustion he might have, but it was also very acceptable cardio that he would be able to slip in before school so that he could focus the entirety of his post-school workout on the rest of his physique, as well as partake in boxing practice to the fullest of his ability since he would have a full school day of rest beforehand. Well, that was the usual plan anyway, but Hayato was behind schedule... As punishment for his laziness, and inability to get out of bed in time... He'd just have to sprint the whole thing to make up for lost time. He was quick to change into his sweat pants and his hoodie, throwing on his running shoes before taking off out the door. He could feel his legs groan in pain, the sore limbs already starting to show signs of wanting to surrender after just a few meek steps... Damn it, why did this sort of thing always have to happen right after leg day?<br><br>About fifteen to seventeen minutes later, Hayato would be returning to his house, gasping for breath as he stumbled awkwardly to a stop and put his palm against the door... He'd been able to make up for lost time alright, but that didn't make the run any more enjoyable. Sweat dripped from his every pore, and he felt as though he was on the verge of crumbling down to the floor right there at his front door... It was an exhilarating feeling, one that made him feel truly alive. He'd recollect his bearings, finally dropping his hood as he made his way back into his house. He'd swipe the water bottle that he always left resting strategically by the door, and take a heavy swig as he made his way back up to the second floor and started his shower. By the time he was out of the shower and dressed in his uniform, it was now 6:15, and he had successfully been able to make up for all that lost time he'd sacrificed before his run. He'd make his journey back downstairs, now refreshed and ready to tackle the day.<br><br>Mother was away on business again, it was the norm now that the school year had started. She often took the opportunity to take on a few jobs that would keep her out of the house and bring in some extra money, seeing as how now both of her kids were going to be out of the house for most of the regular day anyway. It didn't really bother Hayato all that much, she had to do what was best for the family, and he was confident that he could take care of things until she got home. With one hand he would reach over and click on the stove, while the other tossed half of a mango into the blender. At this point, it was just another average morning.<br><br>As was to be expected, about an hour later his sister would come stomping down the stairs, rubbing her eyes and groaning as she smelled the all too familiar scent of eggs sizzling over a stove. Hayato would look up towards her, the older brother unable to hide back an amused smile at how she could only just now be crawling out of bed. <strong>"Morning, Yuki."</strong> He'd say as he tossed a few plates out. Yuki, meanwhile, merely sat down&nbsp; and looked over, frowning a little as her eyes focused on a strange, beige liquid substance in a plastic bottle. "Hayato... What is that?" Hayato put on a proud smile, tossing all of the used pots and pans into the sink. He'd prepare the meals, and Yuki would clean up the dishes afterwards, that was their time honored agreement from years gone passed, and it had yet to let either of them down. <strong>"Oh, that? It's my power formula."</strong> "Power... Formul- AAAUGH! EW! IT SMELLS LIKE PASTE!" Hayato looked backwards, catching Yuki in the act as she quickly went about screwing the lid back onto the bottle and pushed it off to the side. Of course she would think it was disgusting, his masterful combination of fruit, electrolytes, and protein supplements was likely to repulse any sane person who was looking more for taste than functionality. However, Hayato was quite fond of it, seeing as how he could nearly <em>feel</em> the weakness leaving his body with every sip. <strong>"Yeah? That's just the smell of progress, Yuki."</strong> "You're a psychopath, Hayato..."<br><br><hr><br>Breakfast was eaten, banter was had, and the two siblings found themselves well on their way to school. As was to be expected, Yuki darted off ahead when she saw a few of her friends, while Hayato simply took his time with the trip, wasn't like he had anywhere to be anyway. Classes were fairly mundane, he'd spend his time listening, taking notes, doing all the things expected of him. He was no exceptional scholar, and he most certainly wasn't at the top of the class, but he could sustain a B average fairly comfortably. Nothing exceptional there, certainly nothing noteworthy. When lunch time came, he would make his way down to the cafeteria, not because he needed to pick up anything to eat, he usually ended up skipping out on lunch so that he could get a better workout after school. Rather, he was always on the lookout for new talent, new raw potential that could potentially excel within the power club.<br><br>The Power club was still a relatively small group, numbering in about five or six motivated, dedicated students seeking to further their own strength, whatever that might be. During his time in the cafeteria, he took a seat against the far wall so that he could get a better look at those around him. While scouting potential students, he would cast a sideways glance over towards the pair of underclassmen nearby, listening in on their conversation quietly while he kept most of his focus on surveying the crowd of the cafeteria. Embarrassing as it was to say, Hayato was a pretty nosy guy, it was a trait he had picked up due to his somewhat overbearing desire to always be a mentor at all times.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>10-04-2015, 11:35:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cgFJxya.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aoi Houtarou<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home &gt; Second Year Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br><strong>"Botchan."</strong><br><br>A soft grunt escaped the lips of seventeen year old Aoi Houtarou as he turned around in his bed, facing away from the soft, feminine voice calling out to him. His eyes remaining firmly shut, he was about to doze off into sleep once more. But then the curtains were pulled open with a slightly annoyed huff, the bright rays of sunlight pouring into the room, penetrating even his eyelids. Groaning, Houtarou pulled the blanket over his head, retreating back into tranquil darkness.<br><br><strong>"Botchan!"</strong> The blanket was pulled away, off his body and out of his grasp. No choice now, he thought as he ever so slowly rose upright to sit in bed, yawning deeply as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. His gaze wandered over to the grandfather clock over by the wall. Just a minute past 6:30AM it was.<br><br>By his bed stood a young maid (http://i.imgur.com/DEF4Cjf.jpg) carrying a somewhat irked expression on her face, the cracks in her forced smile obvious. <strong>"Geez, how long were you planning on acting so laid back, Houtarou-sama?"</strong> she said, sighing softly as she began to fold back the covers of the bed. Her name was Izayoi Mika and she was one of four maids his family had employed here at their home. She was the latest addition, having started working for them about the same time last year. If he remembered correctly, she was about twenty-four years old.<br><br><strong>"Forever?"</strong> the young master in question answered, a bit lamely, for a lack of a better comeback, at six thirty in the morning, as he moved off the bed. His school uniform, freshly ironed out, had been placed on a chair by the dressing screen in the corner. Moving behind the screen with uniform in hand, he calmly changed, and by the time he was done, Mika had made the large, queen-sized bed and was dusting off some of the shelves of his bookcase. With his jacket folded over his arm, Houtarou went into the bathroom attached to his bedroom next to wash up. He brushed his hair, but as usual it was a lost cause, remaining rather chaotic in appearance. Once he was done, about five minute later, he left the room and headed down to the dining room for breakfast.<br><br><strong>"Good morning, Houtarou-chan,"</strong> his grandfather (http://i.imgur.com/HkZgc7A.jpg) greeted him cheerfully with a smile on his face, sitting at the head of the lavishly ornamented wooden dining table his parents had imported from Europe years ago. He was a kind man, but had always been intentionally vague when it came to his past... but, at the same time, he loved telling stories about it. They were all tall tales with next to no specifics in detail, but always alluding to the possibility that he might have been a spy of some sort in the past. Naturally, Houtarou took these tales with a brick-sized slab of salt.<br><br><strong>"Good morning, sofu,"</strong> Houtarou responded with a stiffled yawn as he sat down at the table, joining his grandfather for breakfast, which was served by Mika not a minute later, entering via the door that lead directly into the mansion's kitchen. It was a traditional Japanese breakfast, consisting of steamed rice, miso soup, and grilled fish as the side dish. Even if his family was wealthy, his parents and grandfather seemed set on maintaining a lot of these normal Japanese customs; not that the young heir cared, though.<br><br><strong>"Itadakimasu,"</strong> they both said in unison, clasping their hands together as a sign of thanks for the food before they picked up their chopsticks and began to eat. As usual, it didn't take long before his grandfather began spinning off into another vague tale of grandeur. Houtarou just nodded absentmindedly, as he come to do almost naturally now. It was almost like a ritual for them now, at this point.<br><br>After breakfast he departed for school while his grandfather retreated to his study <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> to read, presumably. It was about a five minute drive with the family limo, which was driven by Mika. The butler recently expressed the desire to make her the family chauffeur, so she was driving him to and picking him up from school at least three days a week. Houtarou gazed lazily out the tinted window during the drive, leaning his cheek against his knuckle. He saw many other students, all on their way to school.<br><br><strong>"Have a good day at school, Houtarou-sama,"</strong> Mika said with a bow as she held the car door open for him, allowing him to step out with his schoolbag hanging over his shoulder.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, see you later..."</strong> Now that he was a second year, the stares and looks he got when stepping out the limo had lessened a bit, though it seemed the new freshmen made up for the lack of response from fellow second years and the upper classmen, pointing and gossiping softly behind his back. Houtarou simply ignored them, as he had always done, and trotted off towards the second year classroom before homeroom started. Once in his seat, he assumed a position similar to what he had in the limo, leaning his cheek against his hand as he stared out the window. <br><br>During the actual classes he took notes when he needed to, but didn't do much else until lunch rolled around. The bento he'd been given was homemade, but wasn't in any way extravagant or something you'd expect a rich kid to be eating. This had been more his own request, rather than something his parents or grandfather wanted. Houtarou wasn't a very big eater, so he preferred simple meals. For lunch he just had some rice with vegetables and omelette slices.<br><br><strong>"Itadakimasu,"</strong> he said softly as he clapped his hands together, chopsticks held in one, before he began to dig in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>11-04-2015, 00:34:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/AoGECMU.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kawaguchi Akira<br><strong>Location:</strong> Second-year Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tamahome Ryo<br><br><hr><br>As the break had started, Akira had pulled out her own lunch as well. It wasn't much really, nothing too fancy, though she tried to keep it decent for appearance's sake. A large portion rice, some leftover meat from the day before and some vegetables primarily, they didn't have any eggs at the moment, so she had dropped making omelette or anything along those lines, not to mention she had just wanted to get out of the house this morning, the longer it'd take to make breakfast, the longer she'd have to suffer through the hopeless silence with her mother after all.<br><br>While she ate, she pulled out some of her studying books. While not really studying, it was better than just looking like she was eating while being lonely after all. She didn't really read in any of them, but she opened them up on relevant pages with a notebook ahead of her that she just left on the last page written in while pondering on what to do once school was over. After all, she wasn't all that keen on going home.<br><br>Yet, her idiot-proof disguise didn't seem to work all too well. Someone had approached her after all, and she was about to shoo away whoever it was until she actually threw the person a look, not recognizing him. <em>"Well, sensei did mention that there would be a transfer student arriving shortly..."</em> it seemed like the only viable conclusion for the mystery. She couldn't just treat a transfer student like dirt... After all, she wasn't too keen on having to bring an angry letter home. However, it seemed like the transferee had done the shooing away himself, as he had apparently walked off to sit a bit away from her, embarrassed. <strong>"Suuuure..."</strong> She mumbled, throwing a quick glance his way before resuming her meal. <strong>"You're the new transfer student I'd presume"</strong> It wasn't nearly as much of a question as it was a statement, but there was still that small chance of fault, so it was only fair to give him a chance to argue against.<br><br>Eventually, she finished up her meal and quickly packed it up, throwing the bento-box into her bag so it wouldn't just lay around for then to proceed with leaning back in her seat, pulling one of the studying books closer to herself, resuming her act of seeming studious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>11-04-2015, 02:44:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://k35.kn3.net/taringa/7/5/4/9/2/5/5/tostitacho/30F.jpg?5408)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Takahashi Ren<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home =&gt; Sister's car en route to school =&gt; Classes =&gt; Lunch in the Homeroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Takahashi Asuka (NPC; Sister), Erica Weaver, Kanbaru Tsukihi, and Sakurai Yuuji (mentioned);&nbsp; Open<br><br><hr><br><br>SLAM!!<br><br><em><strong>"Nii-san!&nbsp; Get up!&nbsp; I'm going to be late if you don't!"</strong></em><br><br>Ren groaned sat up in his bed, yawning and raising his arms as he stretched.&nbsp; Ever since his oldest sister, Asuka, got that job at the school nurse at Ichikuji High three weeks ago, she'd been going in early every day in order to make a good impression.&nbsp; Despite this, she somehow had more energy than a candy-addicted child.&nbsp; It was rather insane in his eyes.&nbsp; Really, how could she keep going with such hours and still have the energy to go out with her friends every couple of days?&nbsp; Ren could barely keep up with her most of the time.&nbsp; Despite that, he'd come to love his sister's insane energy levels and it had become the norm for him.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://www.gamersbin.com/attachments/localized/27485_Best-top-desktop-anime-girls-wallpapers-hd-anime-girl-wallpaper-picture-image-3.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Takahashi Asuka; Ren's oldest sister</span></div></div>He looked at the open door that Asuka-san nearly kicked open and yawned, wiping the tears from his eyes that he often got after waking up, <em>'Did she really have to leave the door open?&nbsp; Baka!'</em>&nbsp; Ren looked over at the table beside his bed and narrowed his eyes when he saw the time.&nbsp; It was just a little after 5:00 AM!&nbsp; He could have been sleeping for another hour.&nbsp; He sighed and threw the covers back, swinging his legs off and over the edge of the bed.&nbsp; Right by the door stood a tall standing mirror where he usually 'modeled' in his special clothes.&nbsp; No matter how many times he looked around his room, he could never believe that he was able to sleep in such a large place.&nbsp; Before he and Asuka-san moved here, his room was barely a third of the size of this new one.&nbsp; That was because, at least in his mind anyway, because he was the youngest and was the only boy.&nbsp; But that was the past and he very much enjoyed this larger room.<br><br><em><strong>"Nii-san!&nbsp; Get up!&nbsp; Breakfast is nearly done!"</strong></em> came Asuka-san's voice from the other side of the house.&nbsp; Ren rolled his eyes as he got up from the bed and moved to the nearby dresser where he kept his uniform.&nbsp; He always slept wearing just a pair of underwear....girl's underwear actually.&nbsp; The pair he was wearing was a dark purple.&nbsp; It wasn't one of his most favorites, but he liked the way the fabric felt against his skin.&nbsp; As he pulled his uniform out of the drawers, he picked out one of his more favorite pairs, a cute pink pair.&nbsp; They were similar in feel to silk, but they weren't as there was no way he'd risk damaging them.&nbsp; Ren much preferred wearing the lacy silk ones at home.<br><br>SMACK!<br><br>Ren jumped and nearly dropped the panties he'd just picked up when Asuka-san smacked her palm against the doorframe, <em><strong>"Nii-san, quit admiring how you look and hurry your ass up.&nbsp; I don't care if you have an ass that other girls would kill for, heck, even one I'd kill for, but that doesn't mean that you can drag your feet.&nbsp; Bath, get dressed, and eat.&nbsp; We're leaving in about 45 minutes.&nbsp; Your breakfast is on the table."</strong></em>&nbsp; Ren looked over at her, noting that she was barely half dressed herself, <strong>"Onee-san!&nbsp; Neither of us have to be at school this early.&nbsp; Besides, you're not dressed yourself!"</strong>&nbsp; Asuka-san looked down at her unbuttoned shirt and shrugged, <em><strong>"So?&nbsp; At least I'm up and getting ready!"</strong></em><br><br>Moments later, she was gone again, leaving Ren to finish gathering his clothes and make his way to the shower.&nbsp; Ten minutes later, he stepped out of the shower and dried his hair, making a note that he needed to get some more of his strawberry scented shampoo.&nbsp; By the time he'd dressed and made his way to the small dining room, he noticed his sister's 'cooking' and sighed unhappily.&nbsp; Asuka-san was a pretty awesome person, but she couldn't cook anything to save her life.&nbsp; Most of the time, he did all the cooking....and the cleaning....and even doing the clothes.&nbsp; It wasn't that she was a slob, but she just didn't have the right touch when it came to such things.&nbsp; Ren heard the shower running, so he quickly dumped the breakfast that she made him and made simple toast.&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center">~ * * * About Twenty Minutes Later * * * ~</div><br>Ren and Asuka, after finishing their quick breakfast, left the house and got into Asuka's car.&nbsp; As usual, Asuka-san played loud music which Ren tried to drown out, but failed.&nbsp; On average, it took about fifteen minutes to get from the house to the school, during that time, Ren was reading a little novel that was part romance and part mystery.&nbsp; He was about halfway through it and was very much enjoying it.&nbsp; Despite the fact that he was reading and that music was playing, Asuka-san continued to talk.&nbsp; She was like this when she wasn't working, always jabbering on, even if no one was listening.&nbsp; Strangely, when she was working, she was a lot more serious, but still very open and friendly.&nbsp; She treated everyone at the school like little siblings.&nbsp; Ren knew that a couple of people, who Asuka-san wouldn't name, came to her with problems.&nbsp; Ren suspected that that was the main reason she was chosen over the other candidate for the job.<br><br>Soon, they arrived and parked in the staff lot where they went their separate ways:&nbsp; Ren to his homeroom and Asuka to her office.&nbsp; Ren was still early for classes and only Yuuji-san was there before him.&nbsp; Ren wasn't quite sure what to think about him yet, but knew that he liked reading and he also discovered that they liked similar kinds of candies.&nbsp; Ren waited near the library for more students to arrive before following a couple into the classroom.&nbsp; <br><br>The day went by as it usually did with Ren half reading his book and half listening to the teacher and taking notes.&nbsp; Sure, he wasn't the best student in the class, but he was good enough that he could afford a little leeway and read his book in class.&nbsp; He estimated that he was about the 7th in his class level, maybe the 10th.&nbsp; &nbsp;If only maths could come as easily as literature.&nbsp; But, that was neither here nor there.<br><br>When the lunch bell rang, Ren grabbed the little box of food, mostly mixed fruits and nuts with a rice ball and some chocolate cookies, and was looking for a place to sit and eat when he Tsukihi-san and the transfer student, Erica-san close by and sitting together.&nbsp; They were always friendly to him and Ren felt very comfortable with them, so he walked over and set his box of lunch on a desk nearby, <strong>"Hai....Tsukih-san, Erica-san....do you mind if I eat lunch with you?&nbsp; I...I have some cookies that I made last night....and I can share if you want?"</strong>&nbsp; It wasn't that he was intimidated by them nor was he shy, but they were both taller and prettier than he ever could be, so he looked up to them in many ways.&nbsp; He wouldn't admit it aloud, but he really did admire them and even dedicated a couple of entries in his diary to them.&nbsp; It'd actually be embarrassing for them to ever find out, even if a part of him wanted them to know.&nbsp; Even as these thoughts ran through his mind, he opened the box and pulled out two cookies out of the five that were in the box and showed them with a little smile on his face.&nbsp; It was all Ren could do to not rub his fingers over the little, red stud in his ear to distract himself from the nervousness he felt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thesunmaid</strong> on <strong>11-04-2015, 02:56:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/Ryo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tamahome Ryo<br><strong>Location:</strong> in the classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kawaguchi Akira<br>Character looks to be male to anyone who meets him<br>He looked at Akira a bit nervously."I am Yes...I was supposed to start school at the beginning of the term...but my mother was travelling for her work so the paper work took slightly longer than normal."He stood up and bowed to the girl."I am Ryo...it is nice to meet you. I had thought you were reading a book for pleasure instead of studies. Although...well.."he looked at Akira thoughtfully."I was wondering if you would be so kind as to show me where we might be in the lesson plan?"He sat down."I would like very much to get caught up...but I did not mean to interrupt your lunch or reading."<br><br>He looked around the classroom and seemed a bit surprised that there were now other students that had come in and smiled at Akira a bit."I am..afraid I was nervous speaking to you. I apologize if I seemed awkward or seemingly nervous. I have moved a few times with my mother and I find the first day it is difficult to find myself in conversation with my school mates..most notably..young ladies. I hope I have not troubled you too much?" He laughed softly."And I am probably speaking too much again...forgive me..I tend to babble a bit when I am nervous.."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenWhite</strong> on <strong>13-04-2015, 08:22:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.myanimelist.net/images/characters/6/159571.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sakurai Yuuji<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rooftop &gt; Cafeteria<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kusanagi Kyo (mentioning), Tachibana Hanako <br><br><hr><br>The breeze had not disappointed Yuuji as he was able to catch a sneak peek of a couple of girls' panties, although they weren't anything out of the ordinary. The girls had decided that the wind was their enemy and left the roof, ultimately leaving Yuuji. He closed his book and a frustrated 'tch' left his mouth as he finished his sandwich, washing it down with his strawberry milk. Yuuji looked up and closed his eyes, the lovely breeze flowing through his face and neck felt refreshing. He wished for the weather to be like this always. Rain usually sucked because it forced girls to wear clothes that covered up their bodies. On the other hand, when it started to rain while they were in school, it provided a great opportunity for men: sharing umbrellas with girls who had forgotten to bring one. It was a small fantasy that most, if not every, boy had and popular culture had made this small fantasy a big deal by having it in six out of ten manga and eight out of ten anime; the statistics were higher if the school-genre was singled out. <br><br>Yuuji pushed up his glasses as he added to his thoughts, <em>"The dreams and expectations of males are pure-hearted. Pure-hearted and naive. A trope driven by society that causes every boy to dream but they're all crushed in the end."</em> What girl would forget their umbrella? And even if they did, they would just share one with their friends. The game was rigged. Yuuji's hand squeezed the plastic wrap that the sandwich he ate was previously contained in indignation. <em>"Injustice."</em> <br><br>Yuuji looked down and noticed that he had somehow already finished his pudding and strawberry milk. Disappointed, his sweet tooth wasn't sated. Sure, he could go and eat from his emergency stash from his bag, but what if something more drastic came along? Like a shortage of sugar caused the production of candy and other sweets to cease. What then? The mere thought caused his spine to shiver and goosebumps to show up on his arms. That was something he couldn't, didn't, want to imagine. Yuuji collected his garbage, tossing it in nearby bins. He wiped his hands on some napkins he brought with him and threw those out as well. There was still time before class started up again. Yuuji usually just returned to class after finishing but he felt like having another carton of strawberry milk. <br><br>To Yuuji, strawberry milk was the ambrosia of humans along with sweets. He thanked his genetics that he was blessed with a really high metabolism, allowing him to eat sweets whenever he wanted. Anyways, he decided that he would go to the cafeteria and get some more milk. Before he left, he finally saw Kyo. <em>"Ah, it's the flunky. It looks like he's doing martial arts stuff. Wasn't that the stuff that got him into academic trouble in the first place? Did he want to repeat the second-year again? Oh well, not my problem."</em> He shrugged, not bothering to nod in his direction since it seemed he was so engrossed into whatever he was doing. Yuuji opened the door to the staircase and started to head towards the cafeteria.<br><br>He arrived at the cafeteria once again, the line was almost non-existent, everyone having gotten their lunch already. Yuuji got into the small line, grabbing only the carton of strawberry milk that he came for. He paid for it with the change he had leftover from his last purchase and looked around, deciding to drink it in the cafeteria. Yuuji saw a relatively open table then immediately spotting that flash of blonde hair that could only come from one person, <em>"Ah, it's the cute art prodigy. I guess I could sit right there, maybe I could get lucky. But I still have to play it serious. Like I don't care at all. It's just a seat. A seat. The fact it was near a cute girl was merely coincidental and I should shrug it off. Okay..."</em> Yuuji's face remained neutral during his thought. He had gotten really good at that; his thoughts could be perverted, elated, disappointed, or any other emotion, and his face would broadcast nothing but how neutral he was. It was rather useful since he could think whatever he wanted and no one would look at him strangely.<br><br>Yuuji walked over to the table where Hanako was sitting and sat a seat away from her. He didn't know her well enough to sit without a seat in between them and he didn't want to seem forward. He just wanted to be a guy who saw an open seat and took it, regardless of who was or who wasn't sitting close by. Yuuji opened up his carton of strawberry milk, stuck a straw inside, and took a sip, looking over at Hanako and acknowledging her with a nod. <em>"Ah... Tachibana-san is looking as lovely as ever. I wonder what sort of underwear she is wearing today? Stripes?"</em> With a solemn face, he began to imagine Hanako in different underwear while also sipping from his straw. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>13-04-2015, 17:21:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Karada%20Tamashi/Kanbaru%20Tsukihi/ShibuyaRinCinderellaGirls13_edit.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kanbaru Tsukihi<br><strong>Location:</strong> In homeroom.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erica Weaver, Takahashi Ren<br><br><hr><br><strong><em>"E-heh... Come on... You can give me more than that, can't you? I'm just trying to start up a conversation here... How about this? If you don't wanna answer, just ask me whatever you like. Just... you know... be ready to answer the same question afterwards... Does that work?"</em></strong><br><br>As Weaver-san spoke I continued eating. I supposed I was being rather rude, it was just that to be brutally honest I would rather be left alone to remain anonymous. Being invisible helped me deal with the whirlwind that was running through my brain and my emotions - and it seemed, my body - all the time these days.<br><br><em>Am I just being a teenager and experiencing teenager things?</em><br><br>I had no idea, I hadn't got any friends <em>that</em> close to talk about this with. A boy would just spread the juicy sensational news that Kanbaru was <em>like that</em> to every other boy in the year. A girl might misinterpret my call for help and understanding as a slanted attempt at chatting her up. I would either scare people away or become a laughing stock.<br><br>I picked up a baby tomato with my chopsticks and popped it in my mouth, biting into it. It was really delicious, sweet and firm. Not as sweet as a nipple of course.<br><br><em>No! For heaven's sake! Not a nipple! A strawberry. A strawberry. Gods, get your brain under control woman! No nipples here, not now.</em><br><br>Then the thought just flew into my mind like a swallow zooming home to roost under the eaves. One second the nest was empty, next second - BLAM! - swallow. Quick as a flash. Only this wasn't a swallow, this was a question. Weaver-san had said I could ask anything, right? Well...<br><br>I finished chewing the nipple and made an unconcerned pose, resting my chin on my palm like I asked this question of every girl every day and gazing away from her out the window.<br><br><strong>"Weaver-san. What's it like having such big breasts?"</strong><br><br>Suddenly there was movement in my peripheral vision and Takahashi-san was there. He sat at an adjacent desk.<br><br><strong><em>"Hai....Tsukihi-san, Erica-san....do you mind if I eat lunch with you?&nbsp; I...I have some cookies that I made last night....and I can share if you want?"</em></strong><br><br>I coloured up slightly and felt very awkward. <em>Did he hear what I said about girl's boobs? What is he thinking?</em> Would he be embarrassed and realise this was girl-talk and politely leave us?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>13-04-2015, 23:09:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/AoGECMU.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kawaguchi Akira<br><strong>Location:</strong> Second-year Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tamahome Ryo<br><br><hr><br>I looked over at Ryo. I wasn't quite sure of what I was supposed to learn from this, maybe to not approach newcomers from now on. However, it was far less tempting to go home with an angry paper to be signed, so I pulled out my vigilantic side of my soul and took one for the team. After all, someone had to handle the newcomers, sadly the burden fell on my shoulder and not anyone else's.<br><br>As he requested the lesson plan, I could do but shrug. Couldn't he just ask the teacher about it? After all, I had my lesson plan, one copy of it, not a whole binder. Some might claim it'd be egoistic of me to think in such a way, but then again, I wasn't awfully keen on having to go to the teacher's office to request another copy of it either. People always claimed that being egocentric was a bad thing, but few seemed to accept that being egoistic could make you dodge a few powerful blows on the road. If people could just learn that having people hate them was a sign of being a part of a community, things would be so easier. After all, there would be no story without a villain?<br><br>However, despite all this, there was that lingering fear of getting sin-documentation in the form of papers from the headmaster. I sighed and pulled up my bag, flipping through the cheap plastic folders for the one where I kept the lesson-plans, carefully pulling each and every one of them out of their thin plastic pockets. <strong>"I want them back by tomorrow, you can ask for a copy in the teacher's office. The map of the school is also in the bunch if you haven't gotten one"</strong> I replied in a stale tone. I could feel my anger growing towards the rest of the class. Out of all people, why was I set to babysit? Wasn't it a bit irresponsible of them?<br><br>He started rambling about talking too much - And indeed he did. There seemed to be no stop, the stormgates were broken and the valves were split, and he just wouldn't shut up. I wanted to just pull back, act as if he was out of my world again, return to acting as if I cared about the papers in front of me. Some notes on how to well pronounce English words. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDP_LbUxdns) <em>"Refiri - Guratoo"</em> I couldn't help myself but to mock the awful schoolbooks. As someone who had grown up with a father speaking primarily English, I didn't have any problems with things like pronunciation. It was nice, and served me a cheap grade in English, which was always nice.<br><br>However, how could I. After all, I was supposed to play kind now. Anti-hero I guessed would be the most fitting term. <strong>"It's fine"</strong> I replied in the same stale tone as I had used earlier. I was hoping it would eventually make him realize that I wasn't too keen on chatting, but it seemed rather ineffective, another one who couldn't get the hint before you beat it into their head essentially. Well, there would be time for such eventually, but there was a time and place for everything, and it was not now. <strong>"But if you have problems to stop talking, the easiest way is to close your mouth"</strong> I added to it. Maybe it was a bit well much, but then again, it seemed like he needed a pretty obvious hint to back off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>14-04-2015, 00:11:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/73nxUIX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Weaver<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom - Random hallways<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kanbaru Tsukihi, and Takahashi Ren<br><br><hr><br>Erica had expected that to be a good way to get in, as she opened the floor for a lighthearted, friendly conversation between the two girls. She had been hoping for something along the lines of "What do you do when you're not at school?" or "What kinds of food do you like?", anything that would open the path for the two of them to get to know each other a bit better. When she finally heard that small inhale, a tell tale sign that Tsuki was about to speak up, she perked up and gave the brunette her full attention. She spotted Ren come and approach the two of them out of the corner of her eye, it would be nice to get him in on the conversation too. He was friendly enough, even if a touch too much on the meek side. Humorously enough, Erica couldn't help but note that she was more feminine than any of the other girls in the class, minus maybe Satomi. She'd deal with him later though, for now, Tsuki's question.<br><br><em><strong>"Weaver-san. What's it like having such big breasts?"</strong></em><br><br>For about a second, all Erica could do was blink, either not quite grasping what she had heard, or denying that this had been the question she was asked. If her demeanor had deflated during the first time that Tsuki had shot her down with that non-answer before, she would seem to all but sink like a battleship as her shoulders sunk, and she slid a little further back in her chair. <strong>"E-eh?"</strong> What in the world would possess Tsuki to ask a question like that? Especially with Ren standing right there... Had she just been so aloof that she failed to notice him? Or did she really just care that little? From Erica's viewpoint, this was less a chance to break the ice and make a friend, and more just an opportunity for Tsuki to make fun of her. Well, credit to her for being able to keep a straight face... It seemed that once again, Erica had completely fallen flat on her face without even realizing it... Just what in the world had she done wrong this time? She complimented Tsuki, gave her fellow brunette every opportunity to pick a light, playful topic to start things off with... And yet somehow she still got pushed away.<br><br>What in the world was she doing wrong? She didn't get it.<br><br>Erica would let an exaggerated exhale escape as her eyes drifted downward. She pushed herself up from the desk at the same time, as she turned towards the door of the classroom. <strong>"Alright, alright, I get it... Sorry for bothering you."</strong> Two steps, and she would remember that Ren had also walked up to the two of them as well. She'd pivot slightly, shaking her head as she looked towards him. <strong>"Oh! Sorry Takahashi-san... I'm... Not really feeling hungry anymore. Pardon me, please."</strong> With those being her final words, she would walk over to grab the empty wrappers from her cafeteria lunch, and toss them into the trash bin on her way out of the classroom door. They still had a vast majority of their lunch hour yet, so maybe just going for a walk around the school would help to clear her mind. She didn't really have a destination in mind, she'd wander aimlessly and see where her feet took her.<br><br><strong>"This is harder than I thought it would be..."</strong><br><br>During her walk she'd try her best to pay attention to the way that the other students talked to one another... Was it something that she was doing wrong because she wasn't from Japan? Was it a cultural thing? She had been taking her mental notes a lot, so she figured she would have caught on by now if that was the case.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>14-04-2015, 18:42:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/2EMDutE.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amane Marina<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hallways<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erica Weaver<br><br><hr><br>Roughly half the day had passed at this point, but then again, it was a Tuesday. Apart from homeroom, she didn't have any classes till after lunch, so she had spent the time doing paperwork. It wasn't her favorite aspect of the job exactly, but it had its perks as well. She could leave early, getting all post-class work done during the daytime, and she had permission to be administering more than one club, despite not actually doing so. At this point, she had the light musics' club to look after, but since they largely took care of themselves, it granted her some more free time, which she certainly didn't mind. She slipped by to supervise every now and then, but apart from that, she was usually busy doing other things, how relevant they were to the hourly wage could be debated, but she was satisfied with her contribution to the school.<br><br>Either way though, now, it was lunch break. Amidst the other teachers, it was considered a much needed time to sit down with a cup of way too dark coffee and do paperwork, though Marina had other things in mind. Since she was already done with the paperwork-aspect of the standard teacher-protocol, she was currently walking down the hallways with her share of the pitch black coffee, keeping it in a white mug with a cheap print of the British flag on the side of it, a souvenir a friend had bought along from her vacation. To be fair though, it was just damn good to hold, she didn't really care much for the "sentimental value" and all that crap. No, it was a damn good mug for the simple reason that it was good to hold.<br><br>With little regard to things such as "expected uniformity" and "gender-adapted clothing", Marina was dressed in a pair of gray dress pants with their respective gray suit jacket, the jacket itself hanging loosely on her shoulders, covering over a black button-up shirt that she had left as it was, not bothering to tuck it down the pants as the norm was. She had a pair of standard dress shoes on her feet as well. Many would consider her "expected uniformity" to be that she didn't have a consistent uniform though. She was of the kind who never went to a party twice in the same dress, just in this case, it was just any form of attire, and the party was paid per hour. However, few seemed to mind it, she had heard some muttering in the staff room that she should stick to more "gender-biassed clothing", but in this case, she technically was. It just wasn't biassed towards <em>her</em> gender.<br><br>With her phone leaving an audible pling, Marina's attention was directed away from the students that she shared a wave or two with as she passed by though. Searching through her pockets, she eventually found her phone though. Damn, how did people live with pockets? She had ditched the handbag since it didn't go very well with the suit, but this was ridiculous. She had four pockets, so naturally, her phone would be in the fourth she searched. Having just one hand to search with proved to be a rather difficult task as well, especially when you forgot you had two hands perfectly capable of holding your white mug with a print of the British flag. She eventually managed to pull it out though, checking the message quickly before putting it back, not bothering to read more than the first line. This minute distraction proved enough for her to not notice walking straight into one of her own students though. With the two being roughly just as tall, she felt her bust pressing towards the other girls' breast before she really understood the nature of what had just happened. In the end, she was more focused on saving her beloved mug, ending up having to lean almost all the way down to the floor, placing her left foot up towards the wall to save her balance as she got a hold of the cup, just inches before it'd shatter towards the floor. She had even managed to save the coffee, despite it being second priority.<br><br><strong>"Sorry, Weaver-san, I wasn't really looking up ahead, it was my fault"</strong> Marina quickly excused, getting both feet down on the ground again, taking a correct hold of the mug again - Index, middle and ring finger inside the hook, thumb resting on top of it, and the pinky underneath it - The only right way to hold a mug.<br><br>As she got up again though, she quickly noticed that the transfer student looked to be a bit down. She had originally intended to slip by the classroom and see if the new student had arrived, but in the end, she felt it could wait. After all, the student would (hopefully) still be there by the time she arrived, be it a minute or ten later. It was lunch break anyways, could be he was eating lunch in the cafeteria or something. It had just been an act to make time pass really. And besides, Ryo was - in a sense - far more normal than an American transfer student was. While Erica would just have a year or so to spend in Japan, Ryo would likely have the rest of his life - Priorities had to be settled.<br><br><strong>"Someone's looking a bit under the weather. Care to join me for a walk?"</strong> She tried to act a bit less "stuck up", at least by Japanese definition. She felt it was probably a better approach, to just try being a bit more casual with the girl since after all, Japan put social norms such as politeness far higher than America did. Despite not being any form of psychologist, Marina had confidence in her theory. And besides, she was used to switching around her personality depending on what people expected of her, could might as well do it to make Erica lower her guard a bit - After all, talking to a teacher about personal problem wasn't always the easiest of tasks, and despite that their age was less than ten years apart, it was still a notable gap. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>14-04-2015, 23:02:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/322/f/8/mashiro_shiina_render_by_nekoryocatsan-d5lg0n6.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tachibana Hanako <br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sakurai-San | Mentioning Matsumoto-San<br><br><hr><br>The only moments spared from a loud slurping sound which resounded from Hanako's puckered lips, would be when she paused to gulp down her food. The miso ramen didn't last long, thus, that rambunctious slurping wouldn't resonate too painstakingly long, either. Tipping the bowl, along with her head, backward, Hanako gulped down the remaining broth, chopsticks tucked between her cheek and the bowl's edge. "Ahhh," she would loudly exclaim after finishing her final swig, placing the utterly empty bowl upon her tray once more. Turning her head to observe the boy at the opposite end of the table, she wiped the back of her hand across saturated lips, then swiped them clean of any possible remnants with a graze of her tongue. <br><br>Blinking at the sight of Matsumoto-San once again, Hanako felt compelled to say something to him. With a rather blank expression on her face, she grasped the red bean paste anpan from her tray and held it up, swiveling to more properly face him, despite the distance that separated them. With both hands cradling the pastry, her amber eyes glittered brightly as they flickered from the sweet bread, back to Matsumoto-San. Yet, just as her lips parted, about to remark on how delicious the dessert snack was, she would be interrupted by the silent presence of another classmate. Out of habit, she held the anpan closer to herself, as if afraid that the visitor might steal it, almost hugging it against her chest. It wasn't until a moment later that her gaze fell upon Sakurai-San, who took a seat one spot over, opening his carton of milk and dropping a straw inside, barely waiting for its end to sink to the bottom before wrapping his lips around it and sipping hastily.&nbsp; <br><br>Replacing the anpan back onto the tray and swiveling to face the table again in the process, Hanako's hands reached for the juice box. She seemed to practically imitate Sakurai-San, even attempting to pull off a similar, rather expressionless face, while going through the process of tearing open the straw and puncturing it through the small opening on the box. Her gaze drifted to the side, just as she began sipping through the straw, scanning the blurry bits of Sakurai-San that she could observe without being too conspicuous. To her surprise, she was met with none other than his very own, very stern, glance. In her experience, classmates of hers did not necessarily sit by her to chit-chat, or eat together with her; to put it blatantly, Hanako wasn't a popular candidate for that sort of thing. Blinking slowly, she turned to face him, still sipping on her juice, mirroring his actions, until he nodded in acknowledgement at her. <br><br>Removing the straw from her lips, Hanako lowered the juice box, but still clutched it within her hands. Her lips stretched into a warm smile after her tongue languidly rolled over minutely stained lips, gathering any residue that her profound sipping may have left behind. "Good afternoon, Sakurai-San," she spoke, taking his nod as approval to initiate a verbal exchange. Leaning a little closer, she examined the carton of milk, perhaps even intruding on his personal space ever so slightly, but remaining oblivious to that fact. "Is this strawberry? Ooh, that sounds delicious!" Hanako leaned back again and pointed to her anpan, grinning broadly at Sakurai-San in the process, "but anpan is still my favorite sweet. I think I would do almost anything for anpan. Wouldn't you?" She inquired, falling into a bad habit some years back, wherein she assumed everyone thought like she did. <br><br>Returning to the juice box, Hanako brought it back to her lips and sipped the rest of the juice up hastily. Once again, she would sigh out her contentment at the flavor: "Ahhhh, yummy." Finally, with the last item on her tray being that very favorite sweet bread of hers, Hanako reached for it and grasped it tightly within her hands. Her mouth was practically watering at just the closeness of it, the aroma of it, and the like, but she managed to keep herself in control, as she regarded Sakurai-San yet again. He looked so smart with his serious glasses and that stoic expression of his. As she took a small nibble of the sweet bun, she wondered to herself, <em>'Could he perhaps help me with my goals? Would he even be willing to?'</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>18-04-2015, 00:04:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://k35.kn3.net/taringa/7/5/4/9/2/5/5/tostitacho/30F.jpg?5408)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Takahashi Ren<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lunch in the Homeroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erica Weaver and Kanbaru Tsukihi =&gt;&nbsp; Kanbaru Tsukihi; Open<br><br><hr><br>At first, it seemed that neither of them had noticed him, which was probably his fault for not being louder.&nbsp; However, when Ren looked closer at Kanbaru-san, he saw that her eyes were almost glazed over.&nbsp; It wasn't unlike how his Onee-san looked when she was watching a silly, romantic anime or when she was thinking about a possible date with a guy she met while out shopping.&nbsp; Ren was about to ask again when Kanbaru-san suddenly said, <em><strong>"Weaver-san. What's it like having such big breasts?"</strong></em><br><br>Ren's words stuck in his throat in sheer surprise at such a question.&nbsp; His eyebrows rose slightly and his cheeks cutely pinked, almost as if she asked <em>him</em> the question!&nbsp; That was ridiculous, of course, but that's what it felt like.&nbsp; The only time he ever had breasts was when he was dressing up and used some false ones, but they were never larger than maybe a B-cup.&nbsp; It felt awkward for him to wear anything bigger, especially when his small body frame was taken into account.<br><br>At that moment, he was frozen in place, unable to really think of anything other than what she asked.&nbsp; Judging by the reaction of Weaver-san, she was also surprised and unable to really say much.&nbsp; In fact, she actually stood up and walked off, almost as if she were in a daze by the looks of things.&nbsp; However, she paused for a moment to apologize and say that she wasn't hungry and had to go.&nbsp; She then left them alone.&nbsp; Ren's shoulders sagged somewhat at that, fearing that he may have done something wrong and offended her.&nbsp; More likely, it was Kanbaru-san's question, but he still felt bad about it.<br><br>After a small moment of awkward silence, Ren spoke up again, <strong>"Kanbaru-san....would you like to share some lunch?&nbsp; I...have some cookies I made....and, well, I have some bento...and some fruits and nuts."</strong>&nbsp; By that point, he felt as if he was babbling on and should be quiet, so he gave her a little smile as he offered some his lunch to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thesunmaid</strong> on <strong>18-04-2015, 01:21:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/Ryo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tamahome Ryo<br><strong>Location:</strong> in the classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kawaguchi Akira and then Miyazaki Satomi<br>Character looks to be male to anyone who meets him<br><br>He looked at Akira and saw the look of hostility and raised an eyebrow and smiled a bit."You really have that look of disdain in your eyes perfected I must say. Is this just for me or do you send off the vibe that you would rather chew glass shards than be polite or warm to everyone?" He handed back the paper."I already covered all these equations in my tutoring classes while I was convalescing."He set the page back down and leaned in."I would say you would be quite beautiful if you smiled but then you would probably glare at me more and make some comment about how I am a pig when I am simply trying to be friendly to you at the suggestion of the sensei. You needn't worry though about me bothering you again. And if queried about how you treated me by an upperclassman or teacher I will simply tell them you were lovely but too pretty for me to be able to speak to for any length of conversation."He bowed to her and turned away and then looked back making a bit of a show of opening his mouth and then closing it again and limped off towards the back of the classroom.<br><br>He moved over and saw Satomi sitting by herself and then steeled himself wanting badly to introduce himself to someone who might speak to him and not treat him like he was a leper."Uhh...hello...my name is Ryo...and You are not eating lunch right now. I am hoping I am not interrupting you but I am new here and I would very much like to meet some of my classmates and so far.. I have not had much success thus far."He bit his lip and bowed a bit to Satomi and looked up as he did."Its nice to meet you?"He looked down at the young brunette and smiled a bit.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>18-04-2015, 02:26:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/19/U0ik1ZJ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miyazaki Satomi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom, Satomi's Desk<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tamahome Ryo<br><br><hr><br>Satomi luckily managed to avoid anyone she found mean or violent as she made her way to her desk, taking advantage of the rare peaceful situation to quickly start munching on her melon bread after she sat down. The meek girl blinked as the positive lightning seemed to strike twice today, finding herself talked to in a manner that wasn't negative nor invasive to her personal space. "H-Hello......I'm M-Miyazaki Sa...Satomi....N-Nice to meet you....R-Ryo-san..." She stuttered out, trying her best not to sound rude to the similar outcast (and similar in possibly more ways than she knew). Satomi kind of pitied Tamahome-san, as he also seemed to be terrible at finding respectable friends as told by his words. "Wo-Would you like to s-sit...next t-to me?...." The meek girl asked, having assessed him as clearly not a threat to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenWhite</strong> on <strong>18-04-2015, 02:40:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.myanimelist.net/images/characters/6/159571.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sakurai Yuuji<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tachibana Hanako <br><br><hr><br>Yuuji had been staring off into space, sipping through his bendy straw and thinking about Hanako in striped underwear. He was glad that he didn't need to worry about making a perverted smile and just continued to think about various different types of striped underwear. <em>"Light blue stripes would look good against her hair, but then there are also pink stripes. Pink stripes are hard to pull off, but I think she could do it."</em> Silently slurping on his strawberry milk, these thoughts continued to entertain his mind until he heard his name. His images were broken and he made a bit of a sour face before turning to the culprit and seeing that it was Hanako herself that was addressing him. "She<em> is talking to </em>me?<em> Did I win some lottery somewhere? Maybe my horoscope said something positive about my chances with women... Probably not."</em> <br><br>As happy as he was, Yuuji needed to keep his character up and turned to her with his usual serious-looking face. Hanako asked about his milk and said that strawberry milk sounded delicious. He wanted to scoff and exclaim, "Of course strawberry milk is delicious! It is the king of all dairy beverages, no, the mega-super-ultra-emperor of every beverage ever!" But of course, that would've been out of character and he needed to focus. That was when she pointed at her anpan and said that it was her favorite sweet and that she'd do anything for one, then asked him if he would do the same. Yuuji stopped drinking from his milk momentarily as his brain went into an explosion, <em>"Anpan? Anpan is good, but it is simple. But simple things aren't necessarily bad, if fact many delicious things are simple in their construct like a basic crepe. However, anpan wasn't simple in just construct, but limited in usage. Sure, it is portable and you could eat it everywhere, but there are few things that go with it, culinarily speaking. If I were going for portability, then I'd choose chocolate; it also goes well with many things. Anpan, the amount of times I eat anpan in a week is the same number of times I willingly give up the chance to look at a girl's panties. Very little, almost non-existent. I don't hate or dislike anpan, I just don't prefer it."</em> <br><br>His brain rested after that internal outburst and he watched as Hanako finished her juice box and went on to begin eating her anpan. She looked at him and Yuuji just looked away and then down towards his strawberry milk. He lifted it up to his mouth, his wet lips returning to the straw to take another small sip before he stopped yet again and looked at Hanako with the usual steely eyes that he had. This was a technique unique to him, he called it the "Sweet Retreat." Basically, when he was cornered and had nothing to say, he'd eat something, usually a sweet, and by the time he finished it, he had thought of something to say. Yuuji spoke, his tone not particularly accommodating but not entirely stern, <strong>"Hmm? Anpan? Yeah, it's good."</strong> Internally, he pumped his fist and said "Hell yeah!" But part of him thought that his short response wasn't really praisable. But he kept in character and was still able to make conversation. <em>"Good first step, now to take it a step further!"</em> He continued to speak in the same professional tone, <strong>"You're Tachibana Hanako-san, right? We're in the same class. I don't think we've ever properly met. It's a pleasure."</strong> They had never properly met, but his eyes were very acquainted with her body. Though, listening to her speak was nice. Her voice wasn't harsh and her appearance up close only confirmed what he had always thought: that she was really cute. She also looked innocent, but that was a baseless guess and he would just have to know her better to get a more accurate read on her.<br><br>Yuuji pushed his glasses up before resuming, <strong>"I feel like it is my duty to ask this, how are you doing in your studies?"</strong> He could guess that she didn't do too well based on assumptions from papers he saw on her desk, but that's all they ever were: assumptions. This was the only way to push the conversation forward and stay in character. If anything, she might tell him any worries she had and he could lend an ear and seek a possible resolution. They had become classmates only a few weeks ago, but that shouldn't stop him from trying to solve issues she might have to share with him. Yuuji wouldn't seek out to help, but he wouldn't refuse a request for help. Like in his video-games, it is the brave and adventurous that prosper, not the ones who play it safe. If Hanako had anything to say to him, then she would. Yuuji picked up his strawberry milk in one hand and continued to drink it from his straw.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>18-04-2015, 19:12:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/73nxUIX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Weaver<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom - Random hallways<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amane Marina<br><br><hr><br>Erica had been trapped in her own mind, unable to stop herself from skulking and wallowing in self pity as she continued her aimless wandering through the hallways. When the collision happened, she'd actually had her head turned to the right, as she watched a few 2-C second years going back and forth. She studied the way they held themselves, the way they spoke, the words they shared... Anything that could potentially give her some kind of clue as to what she just kept screwing up. The first time she'd ever approached anybody this year had been Satomi, and she looked like she was damn near ready to melt through her seat by the time Erica left... The second time was Tatsuya, who looked as though he was about ready to swing a punch at her after just a few lines shared... And now Tsuki seemed more interested in just making fun of her, or using her as the butt of some kind of dumb joke, than actually talking to her... Why was that?<br><br>Regardless, the collision happened, and Erica found herself stumbling backwards a little bit. Unlike Marina, she had nothing worth protecting in her arms, so she would simply reach out to place her palm against one of the lockers, and she would be stable again after about half a second. When her gaze lifted upwards to see who she had bumped into, her throat nearly closed in on itself with a small, almost inaudible little squeaking noise. While with most students it was because they were worried about getting scolded for being so careless, seeing as how a lot of the other teachers were known to be pretty harsh with their students so that they could 'set up a reputation' or something, this being such a new school and all... For Erica, she felt her entire body stiffen up for entirely different reasons. <strong>"Oh! I'm sorry, Amane-sensei. I really should have been watching where I was going."</strong> Even though she'd remembered the proper honorific, as was probably to be expected after even a few simple weeks, Erica's entire demeanor would be a lot more lax than a Japanese student's was, her tone much more laid back and casual. Though that could have just been the American playing tricks on her dialect. <br><br>Still, she would maintain as much respect as she felt was necessary, even if it was obviously nowhere near up to the average just from her tone of voice and her body language. Even if her mannerisms weren't up to par though, it would be easy to see that Erica had an overwhelming amount of respect and admiration for her homeroom teacher. The blonde woman was always so cool and relaxed, and she always seemed to have an answer to every problem. She seemed to genuinely care for her students, and judging from what she'd seen from others in her class, she was able to earn their trust. All that, along with the fact she was just so pretty... Simply put, Marina was everything that Erica hoped that she could mature into, despite the fact that the age gap between the two of them was smaller than one would expect between a person and their role model. That mindset caused Erica's heart to beat a bit faster whenever she directly was required to directly address the teacher, and words didn't seem to spring to her mind quite as fluently. She often found herself struggling to find things to say, and a slight tint of color flowing to her cheeks.<br><br>Back when she was in America, she got roped into a few conversations with her classmates about that 'one person' that they would go gay for... Supposedly every single person alive had at least one. It was a silly little conversation for bonding with friends back then, and Erica had outright refused to answer, but ever since meeting her new homeroom teacher, she couldn't help but be reminded of that day. If Erica found herself assaulted by the infamous 'hypothetical situation gunman' who would shoot her in the head if she didn't give a name... well...<br><br>Thoughts of her girlcrush aside, Marina seemed pretty quick to catch on to the fact that Erica was a touch down in the dumps. The brunette would take in a soft breath, fidgeting in place for barely a second before she started to speak up. Erica didn't seem to have quite as many reservations opening up to Marina, again probably due to the fact that she didn't have the most solid grasp on Japanese culture as a whole, and most certainly didn't fall within it. <strong>"Oh, it's really nothing too bad, I'm just... I'm having a little bit of trouble fitting in. I'm just trying to figure out what I'm doing wrong."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>18-04-2015, 22:23:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/2EMDutE.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amane Marina<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hallways<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erica Weaver<br><br><hr><br>Erica shared her piece of the apologies, as to be expected. The girl seemed to have learned quite a lot from her stay - After all, as far as she knew, most westerners didn't even care to say sorry, let alone fully apologize. Granted, it would of course vary from person to person. Who's fault it was didn't really matter much, the important part was that it was excused.<br><br>After Erica had finished, Marina answered with a lighthearted shrug, making it easy to read it wasn't bothering her much. She started to slowly walk again, expecting Erica to follow along. After all, she had picked up on her question, so it seemed likely she wouldn't mind a short chat. The psychologist's office would be the parking lot and the hallways leading there, but it was fine, pulling her aside would just make people wonder what was going on. Just having a casual chat with someone, even a teacher, seemed far more natural than hiding away in one of the empty rooms.<br><br>She let Erica finish her short synopsis of what was bothering her as they reached the doors leading outside. Marina pushed open the doors with her free hand, holding it open with her back while taking a long sip from the mug while she let Erica follow along. <strong>"Who said you're the one doing something wrong?"</strong> Marina said, still keeping up the lighthearted smile as the stroll was directed towards the parking lot.<br><br><strong>"Maybe it's everyone else doing everything wrong, while you're the only one doing it right?"</strong> Marina further baited, stepping down from the sidewalk to the freshly paved asphalt, maneuvering in between minivans and oner typical Japanese cars. After all, everything was made around the idea of "efficiency", so they offered little ground as toys, but they were excellent as general use cars, having large trunk space, low cost engines and were overall pretty cheap as well.<br><br>Marina guided them through the sea of aforementioned minivans, ending their short walk by what could only be described as a black sheep in the area. Classic American muscle, seeing a Dodge Charger RT from the 70s between all the convenient minivans was a sight to behold, not to mention the bright silvery blower taking up the center of the hood. Considered the ultimate toy amidst car enthusiasts, especially those falling into the muscle-car group, the car was anything but subtle. <strong>"Keys, keys..."</strong> Marina mumbled, yet again rummaging her pockets using only her left hand, finding her keys - Yet again - in the last pocket she checked. <strong>"Where was I... Oh yeah, right. You shouldn't just think that you're the problem, I know you're not"</strong> Marina stated, placing the coffee-cup on the roof of the car as she unlocked the driver door, before crawling in, pulling out a folder from the glove room before closing the door again, locking it, and taking her coffee-cup. She proceeded to move over to the front of the car, sitting down on the black hood of the car.<br><br><strong>"That's not to say you can't do better of course, thinking you're doing everything perfect is the work of a fool. Acknowledge what you're doing right, and fix what can be improved upon"</strong> She let out a long sigh, before taking another sip of her coffee, looking at the coffee as she was slowly emptying the mug. <strong>"I don't know how far you've looked into the idol-culture that Japan has. Many are actually picked for their imperfections. Those that have a good premise, but there is a lot to work with as well. A large part of enjoying the idol-culture as a whole is getting to watch the idols develop from being fresh and insecure, to someone mastering their field, for then to be considered too good and being tossed away to make room for new members. Why don't you try that? Locate your imperfections and perfect them? You only have one year in Japan if I remember correctly, so why not try your very best to make this year of your life something special?"</strong><br><br>She crossed one leg over the other and placed the folder by her armpit, holding on to it as she rested her palm on the car as well. <strong>"Most Japanese will without doubt state that high-school is the final stage to adulthood, the last stage when you get to live without worries and just focus on having fun, making the best of it. It's not just another year of your life, it's what you make it into. So you should make something special out of it"</strong><br><br><strong>"But... I might just be rambling. I was homeschooled, so I wouldn't really know, but that's what I hear. I bet it would be more interesting to get some actual suggestions of what to do though, of which I have only two suggestions - Join a club, and be yourself. Don't pretend to be someone else just so people will like you. Keep up with your studies, find out the do's and don'ts, but keep on being yourself. Since you're a foreigner, people understand that your knowledge of both the culture and the language won't be perfect, so you have some leeway as long as you keep on trying. For which club to join though... Well I keep watch on the light musics club, so of course, I'm pretty much obliged to suggest it, though communication and accent might make it a bit well complicated..."</strong> She took a brief moment to study Erica's figure a bit closer, to get a better idea of what kind of physique she had. <strong>"How about the swimming team? It's a pretty reasonably sized club at this point, so making friends should be no problem, and your body looks like it's up for it"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thesunmaid</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 16:50:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/Ryo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tamahome Ryo<br><strong>Location:</strong> in the classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miyazaki Satomi<br>Character looks to be male to anyone who meets him<br><br>He looked at her and then smiled gently at the offer to sit down."It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Miyazaki."He had travelled with his mother growing up so he tended to forget some of the cultural norms on occasion but he was always polite unless met with overt hostility like with Akira. He bowed and then sat down next to her."Thank you.I am sorry if I have startled you..I am afraid that it never gets easier with being the new kid in classes."He looked at her and saw how timid she was."I am not going to harm you I assure you..I only wish to be friends if you would grace me with such a chance?"<br><br>She saw how timid she was and he smiled a bit."I take it you are not used to people walking up and speaking to you out of the blue? I do not mean to cause you to stammer. "he leaned in and said softly."The first time I started a new school and I had to speak in front of a class...it was an american school...they like to parade the new students in front of the classes and speak about themselves...because this will certainly make the new person feel like they are not in some huge fish-bowl being stared at by 30 other complete strangers.."He chuckled softly."That day my knees were shaking so badly I thought I would fall down...so..I am fortunate to be able to meet you in a less awkward circumstance. I don't bite I assure you..I simply would like to meet some new friends who will not stare daggers at me because I sat hello...and you do not seem to possess a hostile bone in your body."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 17:18:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/19/U0ik1ZJ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miyazaki Satomi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom, Satomi's Desk<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tamahome Ryo<br><br><hr><br>Satomi gave a light nod in response, watching as her new acquaintance bowed politely and took a seat next to her. "N-No...y-you didn't startle me...." The meek girl replied, starting to wish was actually able to assure him of that claim. She honestly wasn't able to stop stammering in public, as it had been a quirk continuing to permanently facet itself in her speech after years of her minuscule esteem suffering the tolls of the social world. Satomi gave a rare giggle herself, as the classroom's atmosphere seemed to give that fishbowl effect to that her everyday. "Th-Thank you." The meek student replied, enjoy the light conversation that was neither harsh, nor abrupt. "I'll b-be your friend..b-but I don't r-really do much though..." She continued, her whole non-academic life centered on the alter ego sealed in her apartment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>20-04-2015, 15:04:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/322/f/8/mashiro_shiina_render_by_nekoryocatsan-d5lg0n6.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tachibana Hanako <br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sakurai-san<br><br><hr><br>Hanako was not entirely familiar with reading and comprehending the body language of her peers. Therefore, when Sakurai-san appeared less than receptive, even for the briefest of moments, at the discovery that she was engaging him in conversation, Hanako simply went on, as excited as ever, as ignorant as always. His rigid face remained entirely unchanged as he swiveled his head to meet her gaze, glancing down at the anpan she had pointed to, in consideration. The silence filtered through as Hanako picked up her anpan as if it were the most fragile gem in all of Japan, treasuring it, before taking a small bite. <br><br>All the while, Sakurai-san took a fleeting break from nursing his strawberry milk, before silently returning to sipping on the straw again, seemingly lost in thought, though Hanako had barely noticed. To anyone else that lull may have been interpreted as an awkward pause, but not to Hanako. When Sakurai-san saw fit to give his indifferent opinion of anpan, Hanako smirked subtly to herself as she took another small bite. It felt somehow like a small victory, one which made her proud of herself. Of course, anpan was a rather common dessert, so to the majority of the population it might not seem extra special, given its commonality. Yet, to Hanako, the fact that it was a rather ordinary snack, only made her enjoy it all the more. <br><br>A moment later, Sakurai-san added to the conversation, deepening their exchange, by asking her a question. <em>"You're Tachibana Hanako-san, right? We're in the same class. I don't think we've ever properly met. It's a pleasure."</em> After hearing this, Hanako simply could not finish chewing the bit of anpan in her mouth, fast enough. Amber eyes seemed to sparkle as her brows perked high, rushing through her chewing until she gulped it down. "Yes! I'm Tachibana Hanako," bowing ever so delicately in her seat, her grin was positively beaming by the time she straightened up again. "I'm so pleased to properly meet you, Sakurai Yuuji-san! Right?" <br><br>In the back of her mind, she hoped against hope that he was familiar with her for reasons other than her youthful fame, though the more she considered it, the more she was left to wonder just what it was that would make him memorize her name, otherwise. Though it was a concern, it was slight enough to be relatively forgotten, a question Hanako would not press on Sakurai-san, just yet. Regardless of the mystery about how he came to know her name, Hanako could not have been more thrilled with their interaction. Everything about it seemed so normal, so delightfully average. In this moment, she truly felt like any other girl in the school, which was precisely how she wanted to feel, how she wanted to be seen. <br><br><em>"I feel like it is my duty to ask this, how are you doing in your studies?"</em> Hanako's beaming smile swiftly faded from her face, leaving in its stead, a sullen look of failure. Her head hung a bit low, hands lowering into her lap, still clutching the anpan with her fingertips. After a moment, she managed a soft chuckle. "I can see how you would feel it is your duty. That's how I know you're name. You're always receiving the best grades. You're so serious and studious... you must study all the time, even for fun!" Something about her tone had changed as she spoke, almost making her sound slightly envious of him, and definitely seeming depressed, in general. After letting out a long sigh, Hanako tilted her head to regard him once more, finding the words to carry on.<br><br>"I wish I could say that I was doing alright with my studies, but I'm not. It's... always been hard for me. I cannot grasp the material, in any subject. The only thing I understand is art, but that's not a serious profession. I want people to take me seriously. That's why I have such respect for you, Sakurai-san..." Her cheeks suddenly flushed, but she seemed unaware of the heat which all at once circulated about her face. Most girls would have darted their gaze away quickly, turning their heads to avoid the humiliation of being caught blushing scarlet. Not Hanako, though. Instead, she continued to stare at him, even gently chewing on her lower lip, all while still wearing the bright crimson streaks upon her face. Finally, after what seemed like too long, Hanako raised the anpan up again and took another, larger bite. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thesunmaid</strong> on <strong>22-04-2015, 21:33:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/Ryo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tamahome Ryo<br><strong>Location:</strong> in the classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miyazaki Satomi<br>Character looks to be male to anyone who meets him<br><br>He smiled and watched her. She seemed easily startled and she seemed to have a stutter...no matter to him. His best friend growing up had had a lisp and he never really cared. It was simply how he spoke. He sat back and looked out the window and then to Satomi."Well I am sure there are hidden depths to you just waiting to be found. There is always something interesting about everyone. So you really should not put yourself down thinking there is nothing worth getting to know."<br>He sat back and tried not to look directly at her...he had a feeling that she was self concious about people staring at her."Now...I suppose when people usually meet they are asked about school and home...but..I would like to know more if you would allow me to know you. But I will not push you to answer anything you are uncomfortable with...and same with you...if you wish to know anything.."He smiled down at her."I have moved around alot so..now that I know I am staying in one place I would very much like to get to know people better.."Sitting back in his chair he looked at Satomi.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>22-04-2015, 21:57:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/19/U0ik1ZJ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miyazaki Satomi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom, Satomi's Desk<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tamahome Ryo<br><br><hr><br>Satomi continued to listen to her smiling acquaintance, noticeably twitching as the phrase "hidden depths" was mentioned around her. A slight bit of worry was starting to appear on the meek bookworm's face as Ryo-san seemed to want to discuss home further, growing more jittery as he inquired to know more about herself. "Wh-What do y-you..like to d-do in your free time?...." She asked quickly, trying to divert his attention off her. Tamahome-san may have been very nice to her, but Satomi was going to carry her large secret to the grave, no matter who the person or to what cost.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>23-04-2015, 08:39:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ini4gN5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Weaver<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hallway --&gt; Parking Lot<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amane Marina<br><br><hr><br>Erica had no qualms falling behind Marina, and listening to the blonde as she spoke. Yeah, it seemed like she was echoing what Erica had been telling herself back when she failed the first few times, but she'd since lost sight of it. Still, just hearing her role model say those words was enough to re-invigorate her, and completely revert her back to her original line of thinking... Yeah, it wasn't like she'd come off as some kind of cold hearted bitch or anything, she just tried to start up friendly conversation. With that, she would go on to pay close attention to what else Marina had to say, even if most of it seemed to be an aimless tangent about the idol culture in Japan, and just why it was so heavily consumed. Still, she could almost make the mental connections for how it was going to come full circle and help her out... The idea was for her to learn and mature, right? Just like those idols did, according to Marina.<br><br>As such, the blonde teacher would be able to see that her mood had brightened up considerably by the time that the two of them had gotten out to the car. Though it would be difficult to tell how much it was her advice, and how much it was Erica just generally being upbeat, and not being the kind of person to stay down for too long. <br><br>The suggestion for her to join a club was interesting though, and while Erica had taken a look around while when she first arrived on the campus, she didn't really see anything that stuck out too her at the time. Truth be told, the thing that had made her most nervous about joining the swimming team, or any other athletic based program for that matter, was that Erica was far from the most athletic person in her class. Sure, she had the figure for it, but she often was one of the first ones out of wind during PE, and had the most struggles when it came to anything physical based. Then again... It was just like Marina had said, this wasn't just another year of her life... This was her year in a foreign country, a chance to really expand and broaden her horizons... If she wasn't going to take the opportunity to take a few risks and make a few mistakes, when was she ever going to get the chance?<br><br>Worst case scenario, it wasn't like anything that happened her could follow her back home, right? It was a way of thinking that hadn't even crossed her mind until this moment, but now that it had slammed into her mind, it all just seemed so obvious! Smiling excitedly, Erica would nod her head, finally seeing an opening to give a response after Marina's tangent had come to an end. <strong>"That's a great idea! I'll take a look around after school, to see which clubs are still taking members, or what I'd be good at... Or... yeah! Thank you."</strong> The comment on her figure seemed to have gone completely over Erica's head for the time being, she was far too excited with what she perceived to be her own epiphany, but was really just her taking Marina's advice to heart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenWhite</strong> on <strong>26-04-2015, 07:33:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.myanimelist.net/images/characters/6/159571.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sakurai Yuuji<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tachibana Hanako <br><br><hr><br>Immediately after asking his question, from Hanako's face he already knew how her studies were going: not well at all. Yuuji almost regretted asking because her nice smile was torn away leaving behind a sullen look of failure. He felt like a demon that stole her happiness, but his face remained neutral as he just nodded at her answer, signalling that he understood. It wasn't surprising that she heard of him through his academic successes, although studying for fun was a bit much. He just studied for a while after finishing his homework just like every student was supposed to. <br><br>Yuuji also noticed a change in the tone of her voice, it was an amalgam of envy and depression. Envious at his own academic ability and depressed at her own lack of such ability. He had been blessed with natural intelligence since birth. He didn't need to do much in order to grasp and understand material. If there was something he would describe himself as in that regard it would be a sponge, soaking up and retaining any and all information he needed. <br><br>Yuuji continued to drink his milk as Hanako sighed and started to speak about her own circumstances. She was not gifted with academic talent but she was artistically talented, but she didn't feel as if that were a real profession. She wanted to be taken seriously. <em><strong>"That's why I have such respect for you, Sakurai-san...,"</strong></em> Hanako said as he saw her cheeks visibly flushing and she just stared at him with that look in her eyes. And that lower lip biting, although innocent, was a potent weapon that girls could use against boys. To have such a cute girl employ these tactics just for him was mind-shattering for him. It was the Holy Trinity of weapons to attack a boy's heart: the blushing, the longing stare and the lower lip biting. Together in unison and used by an especially cute girl, they could crush any defense known to man.<br><br>Yuuji had immediately stopped drinking from his milk, <em>"I-idiot! Why are you looking at me like that?! You're giving off signals that I'm sure you're not meaning to give out! Stop making me misunderstand the situation!"</em> He felt himself slowly heating up as well, <em>"Ah! She cracked my armor! Quick! Sweet Retreat, go!"</em> His mouth swiftly attacked the straw and he drank his milk. Yuuji came up with a response but he finished his milk in the process which meant that if she threw him off again, he'd just have to suffer. Hanako assisted in his calming down by returning her attention to the anpan she had been eating before, <em>"Ah, thank goodness."</em> <br><br>Yuuji responded to her, <strong>"I appreciate your words of kindness, Tachibana-san. I wish I could do something to help you in your studies."</strong> He crossed his arms over his chest and continued, <strong>"And are you not being taken seriously? Are you being bullied by someone? I'll report them to the teacher if you want me to."</strong> Maybe that was the issue? Her art was pretty good, so good in fact that she could become famous across the country, maybe even the world if she kept at it. Were people putting her down? Yuuji pushed up his glasses and then returned his arm to its original crossed position, <strong>"Also, I'm not the most artistically gifted person, but I like art. So if you draw or paint well enough to get noticed, why wouldn't you be taken seriously?"</strong> <br><br>He started to think of a multitude of artists from history and how they were all crucial to the advancement of human culture, <strong>"Don't let yourself be put down by others. Everyone has their own role to play in life. I have mine and you have yours. And I don't mean to say that whatever you are trying to do is futile and that you shouldn't even bother. Studying and doing well in school is important. If I can help in anyway, please do tell me."</strong> He offered a slight consolatory smile with his usually stern eyes now being a little more gentle. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>26-04-2015, 17:57:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Karada%20Tamashi/Kanbaru%20Tsukihi/ShibuyaRinCinderellaGirls26.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kanbaru Tsukihi<br><strong>Location:</strong> In 2-B homeroom.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erica Weaver and Takahashi Ren.<br><br><hr><br>When I asked the question she'd invited me to ask – it <em>had</em> been any subject, right? Weaver-san looked stunned.<br><br><em>Ah. Ah, crap. Is she one of those girls with big boobs who hates them? Did I hit a sore point?</em><br><br>Suddenly the idea of having sore points on boobs that big struck me as funny. I skilfully converted my sudden giggle into a pretend choke on some food.<br><br><strong>"Acsh! Gomen!"</strong><br><br>Then she spoke. She didn't sound amused at all. I really had screwed up somehow.<br><br><strong><em>"Alright, alright, I get it... Sorry for bothering you."</em></strong> Weaver-san got up to leave.<br><br><strong>"Ano… wait. I was just asking a qu~"</strong><br><br><strong><em>"Oh! Sorry Takahashi-san... I'm... Not really feeling hungry anymore. Pardon me, please."</em></strong><br><br>I stared after her. <em>What did I say? What? Well this is… annoying.</em><br><br>It was just girl-talk wasn't it? Girls talked about this all the time didn't they? Hair styles, nail polish, lip gloss, underwear, hair removal, boobs. It was all just body stuff, quite normal. Where had I gone wrong? I was completely stumped. It had to be Weaver-san; seems like the subject of big boobs was off-limits for her. I could guess why I supposed.<br><br>I shrugged. <em>Ah, well, not my fault. Odd girl. I'll try and get around to that subject again soon, get the chance to apologise and clear things up. Yes, that's best.</em><br><br>Then Takahashi-san spoke, breaking a very awkward silence.<br><br><strong><em>"Kanbaru-san... would you like to share some lunch?&nbsp; I... have some cookies I made... and, well, I have some bento... and some fruits and nuts."</em></strong><br><br>I looked at him a little coldly, then my face broke into a smile. I liked Takahashi; he was completely non-threatening and in some way I had trouble putting my finger on, quite unlike any of the other boys. He never acted all macho and silly and seemed more grow-up than lots of the others. Honestly, teen boys were idiots, they never really grew into adults, just bigger kids. Takahashi was quite unlike that. If I had to put my money down I'd say something odd like he seemed more feminine than any other boy in class. I liked that about him.<br><br><strong>"You bake cookies? Don't let Matsumoto-san hear that. Boys baking cookies is kind of... <em>bad</em>. Wrong. Evil! He'd probably break your arms for being some kind of destructive force among males or something."</strong><br><br>I took a cookie. <strong>"Arigato. Please have some of mine, the omelette is okay but the pickles are nice."</strong> I had another mouthful of rice, chewed and swallowed.<br><br><strong>"Do you know Weaver-san at all? I didn't think I said anything out of line – do you?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Evalon</strong> on <strong>27-04-2015, 05:16:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/JHfYKnV.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokokawa, Akimi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Second Year Classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Akimi sat in front of her vanity mirror going over her appearance. Today was an important day. It was a new day at a new school. It was a chance at a new beginning and she needed to make the most of it. She didn't want it to end up like it did at her last school. The thought of that sent chills across her skin. The degradation she underwent at her old school was a painful memory. The kids had been cruel, without remorse, and she was alone in her suffering.<br><br>It was different now! It was going to be different. No one would know her. No one would know her secret, the fact she was actually a male. Not forever. Only for a few more years. The agreement with her parents would solve the greatest dilemma of her life once she was out of school. She had already begun the small transitional steps. One day it would culminate into a final transition. She was looking forward to that that. Until then, though, she had a life to live and a life she wanted to live. <br><br>Akimi finished fixing her hair in the mirror and adjusted her uniform. Did she look okay? Would anyone think she looked strange? Would anyone thing she looked pretty? The thoughts swirled around in her mind casting doubt where ever they touched. She lightly adjusted the padding inside her bra making sure it was even. She had a modest bosom but it wasn't as big as she would like, and to help fix that self-image problem she did a little stuffing to give added emphasis. <br><br>Akimi's parents were leaving in the evening, going to the United States on a business meeting leaving Akimi behind like normal. By the time Akimi was awake they were already buried in their work. She was use to it. She fixed herself a small breakfast, fixed a bento for lunch, and bid them farewell as she head out for her day at school.<br><br><hr><br>Classes went by easy. She shifted from class to class, trying not to draw any notice her way. She wanted to keep to herself. She was afraid of someone getting too close to her and figuring out her secret. She didn't know how someone would, but it was that fear in the back of her mind. Like something would just click and they'd -just- know. No, she was too scared to attempt to interact. She would rather keep to herself.<br><br>She made notes when needed but if any questions were asked she kept the answers to herself, never volunteering. She kept a smile on her face. She wanted to be liked, to have friends, to be something more than the girl that no one knew, but she was terrified of breaking out of her shell. The fear drove her even more inward. Butterflies filled her stomach.<br><br>Lunch period rolled around and Akimi pulled her bento from her bag. It was homemade by her and had a mixture of various things she liked. Most notable was her favorite among the contents, unagi on vinegar rice. She pulled her chopsticks out and began to slowly pick away at her food.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>29-04-2015, 02:21:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://k35.kn3.net/taringa/7/5/4/9/2/5/5/tostitacho/30F.jpg?5408)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Takahashi Ren<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lunch in the 2-B Homeroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kanbaru Tsukihi; Open<br><br><hr><br>Kanbaru-san looked up at Ren with a cold look, one that looked as if it could freeze the very air.&nbsp; Ren flinched under her gaze, fearing that he somehow insulted her by offering her some of his lunch, or maybe angered her for being there when her friend ran off.....maybe she even blamed him for it.&nbsp; The thought was rather disheartening as he thought he was doing well in making friends with her.<br><br>However, when she suddenly smiled, it was like a warm light was turned on and made the cold air disappear in moments.&nbsp; Ren wasn't the kind to worship another person, but Kanbaru-san was so strong and always reliable and always seemed to be right about everything.&nbsp; She wasn't shy, which was the biggest reason he tended to gravitate towards her.&nbsp; Ren hoped that he might be able to actually call her a friend soon. It had been a few weeks since he first met her after all.<br><br><em><strong>"You bake cookies? Don't let Matsumoto-san hear that. Boys baking cookies is kind of... bad. Wrong. Evil! He'd probably break your arms for being some kind of destructive force among males or something."</strong></em><br><br>Ren jumped slightly at the mentioning of Matsumoto-san, almost as if he were right behind him.&nbsp; He didn't like the guy and did his best to avoid him when possible.&nbsp; He was quite good at making his small frame seem smaller when in a crowd, so there were very few chances that Ren ever appeared, even as a blip, on his radar.&nbsp; Luckily, he wasn't actually around, but Ren hoped that Kanbaru-san didn't notice his worry.&nbsp; He smiled as she took one of the cookies though.&nbsp; That, alone, made his day, that she accepted it.<br><br>When she offered some of her lunch, Ren took a little, picking off one of the pickles and nibbled on one of the ends.&nbsp; Pickles were a little guilty pleasure for him, but he didn't eat many of them often, mainly because his sister didn't like them at all.&nbsp; As they ate, she asked, <em><strong>"Do you know Weaver-san at all? I didn't think I said anything out of line – do you?"</strong></em><br><br>Ren shook his head, <strong>"No, I don't really know her so well.&nbsp; We've helped each other with some class work and I've held the door open for her on occasion.&nbsp; Weaver-san seems like a nice person, though....perhaps she's looking to fit in better here.&nbsp; She's a bit different than most Japanese students."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thesunmaid</strong> on <strong>29-04-2015, 20:06:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/Ryo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tamahome Ryo<br><strong>Location:</strong> in the classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miyazaki Satomi<br>Character looks to be male to anyone who meets him<br><br>He smiled at her and nodded."I understand you think I am some random weirdo you have just met and I can fully appreciate that..as for what I like to do in my spare time..I like music both playing it and listening to it and I read quite a lot."<br><br>He sat back and watched the stammering young woman and smiled a bit."I am really not anyone to be nervous of I assure you. I don't judge people and I don't bite"He looked out the window and chuckled softly."I am glad that I am able to meet someone gentle and sweet like you. After the hurricane of the last young woman...I appreciate you putting up with my chatter. I..talk too much when I am nervous."he smiled slightly nervously at Satomi."I am hoping the friend or friends I make in this place will be the last set I need to make."He leaned on the desk."Ok...how about random chit chat that will allow me to know you slightly better but give you the chance to not reveal too much..Do you have any favourite books? I am afraid I move too much so I try to get to know people quickly.Its been a bit of a necessity in the past....I did not mean to push and try and pressure you in anyway. Forgive me?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>29-04-2015, 20:31:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/19/U0ik1ZJ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miyazaki Satomi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom, Satomi's Desk<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tamahome Ryo<br><br><hr><br>Satomi listened to Tamahome-san's reply, feeling internally worse as her continued attempts to keep her secret were interpreted as distancing herself from him. "Y-You're not a weirdo..." The meek bookworm tried to assure him as her acquaintance leaned onto the desk. She honestly wished she could be completely trusting of him, but she had seen people's emotions and opinions turn on a dime before. "Y-You didn't do anything wrong that I n-need to forgive." Satomi replied, her guilt compounding by the second. "My fa-favorite book has to be "Holes"." The shy student replied, limiting the opinion to the realm of "normal" books. In truth, it honestly had to be the manga of "Azumanga Daioh". "Wh-What would yours be?" She asked in turn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>30-04-2015, 00:38:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/322/f/8/mashiro_shiina_render_by_nekoryocatsan-d5lg0n6.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tachibana Hanako <br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sakurai-san<br><br><hr><br>Anyone who had been paying even the slightest bit of attention to the ranks of their peers would certainly have known the name Sakurai Yuuji. Though he had some stiff competition occasionally, he still remained at the top of the class, all without so much as breaking a sweat. Hanako recalled being in class several times, nervously chewing on the clip of her mechanical pencil while re-reading the same question on a test for the hundredth time, only to glance at Yuuji, to find him appearing completely relaxed and entirely unfazed. He never seemed worried about grades or tests, never seemed concerned about compromising his academic prowess.<br><br>It had never occurred to Hanako before now; the possibility that perhaps Yuuji was to his grades, as Hanako was to her art. Maybe he didn't need to exert every bit of his effort in order to maintain his average, maybe he barely needed to apply himself at all, maybe it all came rather naturally to him, regardless of the energy he poured into his studies. It was difficult for Hanako to picture that, especially considering just how very disciplined and bookish Yuuji appeared.<br><br>The silence that followed Hanako's brazen compliment was almost deafening, until Yuuji's lips found the straw to his milk once more, breaking the lull with an unceremonious slurping sound, signaling the completion of his drink. With flushed cheeks and anpan crumbs stuck to her face, Hanako's gaze returned to observe him once again, just in time to hear him speak. Her tongue scraped over her lips as he responded, leaving a slick trail behind in the process, which made the corners of her mouth glisten. <em>"I appreciate your words of kindness, Tachibana-san. I wish I could do something to help you in your studies."</em> She smiled brightly at his articulated gratitude, grateful that he hadn't misunderstood the matter and didn't seem to get the impression that she was being too overt. <br><br>To his offer about reporting any harassment or bullying to the teacher, Hanako shook her head, tearing off another piece of anpan in the process. "No... that's not it. But thank you for offering," she managed another smile before averting her gaze, chewing the sweet bread in her mouth. To her surprise, Yuuji went on, commending her artistic talent, even expressing his fondness for the craft. His argument was one she couldn't think to rebuttal against, for he had a fair point. If she was gifted enough to get noticed, how would she not be taken seriously? Gulping down the remnants of that last bite, Hanako's expression changed to one of awe as she regarded Yuuji once again, listening to his offer for assistance. <br><br>"I think I've always believed that in order to be successful at something, it needs to take a certain amount of effort and practice. Something that comes so naturally to me can't be the thing I'm meant to do." She muttered, looking rather pensive as she confessed it aloud. <br><br>Her grin widened even deeper then, as she considered his words, fingers brushing the wrapping of her dessert. He made it all sound so simple, with his eloquent way of communicating. Could it really be that easy? If she took herself seriously, would others just follow suit? "You're amazing, Sakurai-san... thank you for saying all of that, and for offering to help." Her head tilted as she considered the extent of his offer, perking a brow while conjuring up an idea. "Actually... I think you can help me!" Suddenly her tone returned to an excited squeal, twisting within her seat to face him more fully. "You can tutor me!" The enthusiasm radiated off of her, brightening her features to a new degree, already looking beyond hopeful that he would agree. <br><br>"Please, Sakurai-san? I would do anything to have you tutor me. Just name your price! Please?" Whatever it took in order to convince him, Hanako was willing to consider, albeit a bit preemptively. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>30-04-2015, 23:19:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/2EMDutE.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amane Marina<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hallways<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erica Weaver<br><br><hr><br>It seemed like Erica was picking up on what was being said. A good ability, by all means, one that Marina certainly could appreciate. To be fair, she didn't like to be said against, she was obliged to take it in her current position, but overall, she liked being right, logically enough.<br><br><strong>"Don't think about those things. I don't think there's a single club that's not taking members at the moment, mind you I'd suggest steering away from the ones that require expensive equipment. Since it's the first year this school is open, most budgets are already pretty blown, so yeah. If you find something you really like though, go for it, just keep it in mind. What you're good at doesn't really matter. You know how to walk, you know how to read, and you know how to learn. Just pick up on it, if it requires physique, start running in the mornings. If it requires PC-knowledge, read up on stuff, and the list goes on. There's nothing you <em>can't</em> pick up on in a year. Another transfer student I had last year at another school was in the same pit really. A bit chubby, not really good in anything, according to him anyways. By the end of the year, he was a fit basketball player who didn't want to go back to whatever country he came from. If you trip, you get up again, you don't just lay there and wait for someone to lift you up again"</strong><br><br>She took another sip of her coffee, before looking back at the school building.<br><br><strong>"Err... I guess I should contradict myself and say that you should keep the language barrier in mind, so things that require heavy knowledge of either written or spoken language should be... You know, down-prioritized a bit. Your Japanese is good and all, but you don't have that native speech and you'll likely never get it, not that it's anything you should go for anyways"</strong><br><br><strong>"But yeah, sports are always a good pick. Being on a sports team is the short and solid way to popularity as well, might even be able to find yourself a boyfriend for your while here"</strong> Marina stated, grinning widely. She was just joking around really, though what she said was true. She had just brought it up to tease a little.<br><br><strong>"So yeah, what else is there to say, do me a favor and check out the swimming team, I think it'd fit you well... And besides, the swimming club could use someone with a bigger bust, it's pretty flat to be fair, if they do like the club at the previous place I worked, someone like you would be crucial"</strong><br><br>Going by the short laugh that followed, it was hard to tell if she was just joking about it or not, but she was quick to end the contemplating.<br><br><strong>"I'm just joking... But it did happen though, don't think they earned a dime"</strong><br><br>A bit more laughter followed up, before Marina got off the side of the car and gave Erica an encouraging smile. <strong>"Just don't give up, things work out if you try hard enough"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenWhite</strong> on <strong>01-05-2015, 08:39:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.myanimelist.net/images/characters/6/159571.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sakurai Yuuji<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tachibana Hanako <br><br><hr><br>Yuuji remembered the first time he saw one of Hanako's pieces of art. At first, he thought it was professionally done by some modern big name, some snooty chain-smoking French guy with those annoying berets and a funny accent, but instead it was a petite quiet Japanese girl with a nice body that Yuuji could easily fantasize about. It was a big shock that someone like her was among the rest of them. Anyone would have guessed that she would've gone to a school that had a focus on the arts so that way Hanako could focus on that, but instead she was there. Perhaps this another blessing from the great Eros-kamisama, just how long would he have to pray today? <br><br>Yuuji was academically strong, not ever really struggling to learn a subject and mastering it all together. The books he read at school were mainly supplementary books on a subject of his choosing; his favorite subject was science since there was so much to learn about and so many topics to read about. However, at home he mainly read manga after he studied a little. Yuuji had to keep his image at school so he could only stick to the more academic books when sometimes he would rather read manga. His mind went to the stack of manga he still needed to read that were on his desk. <br><br>Hanako responded to his concerns and he listened intently. He was relieved that she wasn't being bullied by anyone about her talent. Yuuji knew just how jealous others got about people with talent and their violent retaliations. She then also seemed to understand what he said which brought a small smirk to his face. Hanako then explained why she thought that pursuing art wasn't something she should be doing. Yuuji refrained from making a small chuckle at her worries. If what she had said were true, then the prodigies of the past and present were all people that shouldn't be taken serious. Yuuji didn't make mention of that inconsistency since he felt it wasn't necessary.<br><br>She complimented him again and thanked him for his offer. Yuuji thought his job was done so he thought about getting up, but then he saw that Hanako was thinking and then her sudden switch in her tone as she addressed him surprised him. She declared that he could in fact help her, turning to face him with renewed enthusiasm. Yuuji was slightly taken aback with this forward approach of hers and that was when she suggested that he should tutor her. The look on her face made it seem like he had already accepted to tutor her. Yuuji didn't think he was much of a tutor, but to be fair he never did try to teach others, maybe he could be surprisingly good at it. <br><br>Hanako practically begged him to be her tutor, saying that she'd do anything which got Yuuji's brain started. <em>"Anything?! Don't use that word if you don't mean it, Tachibana-san! That word tricks men into lowering their guard and asking for outrageous things. But I shall not be fooled! Not this time!"</em> Yuuji looked at Hanako and noticed just how quickly her sullen look from before turned into this shining light of happiness. It was almost too bright, Yuuji felt the need to squint his eyes. At least she wasn't feeling bad about her grades anymore, at least on the outside which made Yuuji feel a whole lot better. <br><br>Yuuji thought about it for a bit, holding his chin and looking down. The benefits that came from tutoring her were that: he would be guaranteed to be in the presence of a cute girl almost every day or however often she wanted to be tutored, he got to watch her up close so that he could study her while she studied books, and of course there was also the possibility of some more "stuff" happening, but that was too manga-like so it probably wouldn't happen. He couldn't think of any negatives besides having less time to do whatever he wanted, but that was fine as long it was in the pursuit, or possible pursuit, of eros. The benefits clearly outweighed the negatives.<br><br>He looked back at Hanako and then responded, <strong>"Sure, I'll try to tutor you. As for what my price is... well, I don't need money, so I'll tell you what."</strong> Yuuji crossed his arms and started to explain, <strong>"I won't ask for anything in return from you now. I'll tutor you up to the test and if you score higher than you have in previous tests, then you can repay me. How's that?"</strong> It was like getting the demo of a game and playing it before deciding to buy it. He didn't want her to pay him for faulty services just in case he wasn't the teacher he thought he was. Yuuji then asked, <strong>"So, how often do you want to be tutored? And where do you want to do it? The library in the city? Your house? My house?"</strong> Then he made sure to add, <strong>"Though, I should warn you, my parents are almost never home, so it would be better if we went to your place instead. I wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable."</strong> Yuuji also offered a slight smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Charlemagne</strong> on <strong>01-05-2015, 10:43:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1.minus.com/i50MlVjgDR40D.jpg)(http://static.zerochan.net/Fuwa.Aika.full.1290707.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kurugaya, Shinya<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home - School Entrance - Homeroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>"Hurry up, Onii-chan! Or you'll be stuck with the downstairs bath!" The sun was barely out and Saya, Shinya's younger sister by mere moments, was already full of energy. The two always started their morning with a jog, but today Shinya was feeling out of it. He was nervous about his new school, despite his cool outward demeanor. He was even more nervous about how his sister was going to handle it. She had always been a free spirit and generally shrugged off anything that came her way, but there were nights when Shinya could hear his sister sobbing alone in her room. Unbeknownst to what few friends she had, she was a fragile girl on the inside. "Shinya?"<br><br>The seventeen year old boy had stopped at one of the intersections along their route, staring into the pre-dawn sky as he tried to get his breathing back in order. "You know you always get the upstairs one even if I finish first." Of course, that wasn't what was burdening his mind, but he needed to stay strong for his sister.<br><br>"We could always <em>share</em>," Saya said with a laugh, "But you do love your privacy." The girl ran circles around Shinya for a few moments before finally stopping beside him. "I'm sure school will be fine, we don't really know anyone there, right?"<br><br>There it was. Saya spoke as if she could read minds. Obviously she couldn't, but it always seemed that way. "I know I shouldn't be worried, but last time..." He held up his left arm, the long scar still clearly visible while he was only wearing a tank-top. "I guess we just need to keep trying." He playfully poked her side and got a head start on her as she squealed in surprise. Their home wasn't far, and they had a big day ahead of them.<br><br>~<br><br>The walk to the train station passed quickly enough, and the other students all were fairly quiet. The walk was more of the same, just silent students making their way to the campus. Of course, some of the more talkative ones with friends were easily identifiable, but Saya and Shinya mostly kept to themselves. It wasn't until they reached their lockers that they finally parted ways.<br><br>"Well, I guess I'll see you at lunch? Or after school?" Saya had to stay back a year because of poor grades, but if anyone ever asked the twins usually just blamed it on an illness or whatever they could think of on the spot. Shinya tended to avoid the topic, since he knew it bothered her.<br><br>"You just worry about yourself. Make friends, and take notes!" He gently patted her head and a slight blush filled his sister's cheeks. <br><br>"You don't need to remind me!" She explained, stomping his foot before walking off in a hurry. Of course, she did turn at the end of the hallway and offer a quick giggle and a wave before disappearing into the halls.<br><br>~<br><br>The second year class room wasn't very hard to find. He had asked a staff member where it was, and the directions provided were simply enough. Halting at the door, if only for a moment, he adjusted his uniform and slid the door open. He was surprised to see that a few of the students were already buddy-buddy, which was great for him. Without a word, he found the seating chart and spotted his name, happy that it was in the back row. Avoiding eye contact, he walked over to his desk and unpacked his book bag before burying himself in his phone. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>02-05-2015, 20:47:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/322/f/8/mashiro_shiina_render_by_nekoryocatsan-d5lg0n6.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tachibana Hanako <br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sakurai-san<br><br><hr><br>A moment after the idea had popped into her inept mind, Hanako allowed the possibility to run rampant, until it was the only outcome she could fathom. Though Yuuji had not yet agreed to be her tutor, Hanako was so hopeful, that anything other than his concurrence seemed unimaginable. It easily seemed like the answer to all of her concerns, the simple solution to all of her problems. Under the guidance of Yuuji, certainly Hanako's grades could - and would - drastically improve. With his support and assistance, she might learn the material which she so struggled with, that being every subject in school. After all, to her knowledge, there was no material that Yuuji was unfamiliar with, no matter that he could not solve. Out of everyone in her grade, Yuuji was by far the best choice. On top of that, he was conveniently a part of her class. <br><br>Her suddenness may have been uncalled for, the request in and of itself may have been too informal, but Hanako could not contain herself. Beyond that, she was unfamiliar with the proper protocol and as such, hadn't realized that she should probably have apologized for it. Instead, she continued her silent pleading, practically pouting as she watched him considering the offer. He seemed to be weighing his options carefully, but then again, maybe Yuuji just thought about everything in this manner, always very carefully and analytically. Hanako knew there wasn't much reward to be gained for Yuuji, in the deal, which was why she left it open for him to name his payment, nothing off the table of consideration, if it meant him agreeing to be her tutor. Perhaps if Hanako were more socially adjusted, she would have realized the dangers in proclaiming that she'd do anything for a boy's favor, but as it stood, she was too naive and innocent to consider being taken advantage of. <br><br>The moments that he had kept her waiting seemed to creep by ever so slowly, making Hanako shudder with anxiousness, until he finally turned to face her and addressed the issue at hand. She gasped happily, clapping her hands together in delight, as he agreed to be her tutor, even specified that payment wouldn't be necessary until after the next test. "Really? Oh thank you, Yuuji! Thank you! I'm so happy!" Her grin was sparkling, eyes bright, as she giddily bounced in her seat and turning back to her anpan. He hadn't named what the price would be, which meant Hanako still had no idea what Yuuji would be asking for in repayment of his services. If Hanako were more aware or familiar with circumstances such as this one, she may have demanded that he named his price up front, to know what she was getting herself into. However, for now, it remained a trivial detail in Hanako's mind.&nbsp; <br><br>She finished her anpan in a couple more large bites, mulling over Yuuji's remaining questions about the details, as she chewed. Where? How often? When? He certainly considered more than Hanako had, after initially asking him for the favor. "Hm," she shrugged a shoulder, waiting until she finished chewing the rest of her sweet bread before responding. "As often as possible, would be good. I'm not involved in any clubs or activities yet, so everyday after school, I'm free. Would everyday after school work for you? On the weekends I'm usually at galleries or adding to my collection... my parents always seem to have event after event planned." It wasn't every weekend, but often enough that she was certain weekends were not the best time for studying, unless necessary for a cram session. "I can work around it if I have to, though," she added, not wanting to miss an opportunity to learn, when it was presented. After all, that's what someone as serious as Yuuji would do.<br><br>To his question about where they would get their study sessions done, Hanako considered his comment. She couldn't figure out why he mentioned that his parents were almost never home, or why she might be uncomfortable. Rather than inquire about what he meant, like most people would, though, she simply smiled and shook her head, unworried. "The library is a little far from my house and I'd hate to waste time I could spend studying, with the long walk. So, my place would be better, like you said! Here, I'll send you my address," she offered, pulling her lime colored cell phone from her school bag and flipping it open. A small collection of star-shaped charms flicked from the string that was attached, chiming as it twirled in place. <br><br>Expectantly, she looked up at him, waiting for him to pull out his phone as well, so they could automatically sync up their information. Though, even if Yuuji hadn't understood her look, Hanako would prompt him just after a moment with: "What's your number? Or your e-mail? I'll put it in my phone." Apparently this was one social custom Hanako was familiar with. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>03-05-2015, 00:52:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ini4gN5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Weaver<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parking Lot --&gt; Hallways<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Amane Marina<br><br><hr><br>Marina's words had been the exact medicine that Erica needed, the brunette's eyes growing more and more excited and bright with every inspirational, motivational word that the blonde teacher spoke. Even the mentioning of her getting a boyfriend and 'advertising' the swim team with her bust size, both of which did make her feel a little bit awkward and put on a more embarrassed look, wasn't enough to shut down the now significantly more motivated, more enlightened teenager from pumping her fists a little bit, and nodding her head. <strong>"You know, I think you're right, sensei. It's not like anything I do here is going to follow me back home anyway, so why am I so worried about messing up? It's just like you said!"</strong> All she had to do was keep on trying, and figure out just what she could and couldn't do... And if she couldn't do something, she'd just have to keep on trying, and learning, until she could! She couldn't believe that it took her this long to figure it out!<br><br>And right along with that line of thinking, trying to learn something more athletic could do her nothing but good in the long run. Truth be told, it bothered her a pretty fair bit that she was always one of the slowest, or the weakest in PE. Sure, she wasn't quite as bad as some of the obese students, but the fact that she was always lagging behind, and generally considered subpar,was a near constant weight on her mind. If she was able to step up her game, develop a new skill, make friends, and fix something about herself that she didn't like all at the same time, what possible reason did she have for not at least giving it a shot? <strong>"Alright, I understand. I'll go to the swim team first thing after school. Thank you so much for taking the time to speak with me, I really, really appreciate it."</strong> With those words, and one more polite bow, Erica would turn around and jog excitedly back into the school, eager to see if there was anybody else around that would be willing to speak with her.<br><br>That was why she idolized Marina. The woman was <em>exactly</em> what Erica wanted to grow to become. With a newly found shine in her eye and a spring in her step, Erica excused herself from Marina and made her way back into the schoolhouse, eager to see what she could get herself into.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thesunmaid</strong> on <strong>03-05-2015, 18:26:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/Ryo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tamahome Ryo<br><strong>Location:</strong> in the classroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Miyazaki Satomi<br>Character looks to be male to anyone who meets him<br><br>He smiled gently at Satomi."I read that book as well..I quite enjoyed it. I admit I was not sure what to expect with the name of the book. My friend snuck it out of the library because he thought it would be something dirty."he blushed slightly."He was disappointed when he found out it was simply a story about treasure hunting..As if they would have something pornographic in a school library."He smiled and sat back"Well I was in the hospital for a time and I read a lot..my mother brought me a small library...so I quite like the fault in our stars...I got a chance to read one called the outsiders and I loved that one..as well as I got to read a few other book series..I sort of chewed through them as I was not really allowed to leave the room and I was unable to walk for a about a month."He looked at Satomi and then suddenly worried that he might be over sharing and making the poor young woman nervous with his chattering.He had already bothered Akira and at least she had been able to tell him he was bothering her.<br><br>He looked down."I...think I am in need of something to drink...I saw a vending machine in a hallway not far from here..I hope you will not mind I am just going to select something..I am sorry if I bothered you..I did not mean to..."he suddenly felt terrible that he had forced his company on this sweet young woman who was only trying to be nice as he stumbled his way to the door inwardly kicking himself.His red hair falling into his eyes and his cheeks attempting to match the hue of his hair as he moved out into the hallway."What in the world am I doing..."he said to himself softly as he limped off to the vending machine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>03-05-2015, 20:52:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/19/U0ik1ZJ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miyazaki Satomi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom, Satomi's Desk<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tamahome Ryo<br><br><hr><br>Satomi was glad to hear that the book wasn't too obscure, listening as Tamahome-san explained his opinions on the story, lightly giggling a bit at his story. Actually giving some one proper eye contact for once, the meek bookworm listened as her kind acquaintance told of the other books he had read when he had a short stay at a hospital, remembering "The Fault In Our Stars". She was caught off guard as the gentle boy suddenly looked saddened, not being being prepared as he quickly gave an unneeded apology and moved to the door. By the time Satomi got up and started walking after him, she gave a sigh of defeat as the door closed, returning to her seat soon after. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Charlemagne</strong> on <strong>05-05-2015, 11:00:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1.minus.com/i50MlVjgDR40D.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kurugaya, Shinya<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home - School Entrance - Homeroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Tamahome Ryo<br><br><hr><br><em>No one's responding...</em><br><br>Shinya wasn't sure what he was expecting. Most of his 'friends' were at their own schools, doing their own things. He let out a sigh, and shifted in the chair, trying to find a comfortable position. There were a few people talking in the room, but he wasn't trying to listen in.<br><br>However, he heard the guy with the red hair mention a drink, and suddenly realized that he should get one himself, while he had the time. Before getting up, he slipped his hand into his book bag and pulled his wallet out, flipping through the bills. He sighed as he realized that all he had were 5000 and 1000 yen bills, nothing the refreshment machine in the hall would take. <br><br><em>He's got to have some smaller bills, right?</em><br><br>Quickly, Shinya rose from his chair and took a 1000 yen kill from his wallet before shoving it back into his bag. Nearly tripping over another chair, and most likely catching the gaze of anyone in the room, he followed the red head out into the hall. "Hey, uhh, hold on a sec!" Hoping to grab his attention, Shinya reached out - but quickly retracted his arm once he realized that the boy had a limp in his step. "Oh...so I was wondering if you had change for a bill I have..."<br><br><em>What a sad way to greet someone.</em> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenWhite</strong> on <strong>07-05-2015, 00:07:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.myanimelist.net/images/characters/6/159571.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sakurai Yuuji<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tachibana Hanako <br><br><hr><br>Yuuji did not expect her react in the manner that Hanako did when he agreed to tutor her. Why had she been so excited for him to tutor her? Yuuji couldn't think past the reason that she just chose him because of his good grades and overall professional demeanor in the classroom. His test scores were top-tier and most of the teachers more or less liked him so maybe one of them recommended him to her. He guessed that he seemed somewhat dependable as well. With his academics and his personality, he felt like he should run for the Student Council presidency whenever that opened up. He didn't have a club so he just went home everyday, did his homework, studied, read manga and played video games. He needed more excuses to get involved with other girls for "research purposes." The pursuit of eros was a long and treacherous path, riddled with judging eyes and scalding insults, but Yuuji paid no attention even though he did most things in secret. There were men more braver than he, but Yuuji had to admit that he was not at a high enough level to be considered one of the apostles of Eros, he was merely just a disciple, a follower. <br><br>Hanako's renewed determination after the recent look of failure she had with her grades was refreshing. While Yuuji was a man after eros, even he could appreciate a nice smile and sparkling eyes like Hanako was showing him. He wondered if she had suspected him of something but if she had asked him to tutor her, she must have trusted him, right? It was an odd feeling, tutoring someone. It was like being a teacher but without all the education of knowing how to be a teacher behind it. Teaching was not easy, it required a certain tolerance that most people didn't have plus anyone who wanted to be a good teacher needed to know his stuff. Yuuji didn't know what he wanted to do after he finished school, so maybe this tutoring would help him figure out where his future was supposed to be. <br><br>When she pulled out her lime-green colored phone and asked for his number and email address, Yuuji took out his own navy-blue colored flip-phone, though it didn't have any fancy strap, and set it up so that her phone would receive his contact information, that is both his email and number. He would have used a picture of a nice looking half-naked slightly older woman as his wallpaper, but someone would probably see it and raise questions so he opted for a simple cloudy sky background. He informed Hanako, <strong>"I gave you both since I might not always be available through a phone call, but feel free to call or message me if you're ever having issues with your own personal studies, as well as anything that might happen that would cause a cancel for a tutoring session."</strong> Yuuji closed his phone and put it back in his side pocket and began to reply to her own questions.<br><br>Regarding his question about how often she wanted to be tutored, Hanako had told him that she wanted to be tutored everyday after school and that weekends weren't good for her. Even though she said that she would move around her schedule, <strong>"About what you said, if you're busy on weekends, it's totally fine. You have your galleries to do, I could just tell you what to cover by yourself so you can study when you have time."</strong> It was natural for her to be busy with her art galleries and it would be wrong of him to demand anymore time from him even if he wanted to. He added, <strong>"Besides, five days a week is more than enough for tutoring you, I'm sure we won't need anymore than that to get you passing grades."</strong> Though, based on her suggesting that, Yuuji surmised that Hanako was actually serious about getting good grades. <em>"Well, being determined is the first step of starting to do something you want to do."</em><br><br>Then he went on to regard her choice of location, <strong>"And your house would be totally fine. Like I said, it would be more comfortable for you to learn in a place that you are accustomed to."</strong> Her house was a great place to study at since there was now not a chance of her stumbling upon his shrine to Eros-kamisama, which was a blessing since he had no idea how to explain it away. After that, he figured that he had settled everything and then he looked at the clock placed high on the walls of the cafeteria, taking note of the time. <em>"Class time was slowly approaching. I'll have to wrap this up."</em> Yuuji would've like to spend more time talking to Hanako about other stuff, but his personality wouldn't let him do that so easily. Then he remembered something else, <em>"Crap, I would have to keep this serious charade up out of school as well. Oh well, maybe I might be able to open little by little."</em> Yuuji looked at her, his tone was professional when he asked, <strong>"Anymore questions that you might have?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>09-05-2015, 19:45:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/322/f/8/mashiro_shiina_render_by_nekoryocatsan-d5lg0n6.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tachibana Hanako <br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sakurai-san<br><br><hr><br>Their phones tilted together and tapped briefly, as their data was traded, completing the process after a small delay. Hanako clicked a few buttons on her phone before shutting it and sliding it back into her book bag. Yuuji would notice that he gained Hanako's phone number and e-mail address, as well as a message with her address on it. "Got it! Thanks, Sakurai-san. You can feel free to mail me or call me, too. For... anything!" Her shoulder shrugged as she squeaked the last word, smiling at him brightly, not wanting to limit their conversations or make him feel that he needed a specific reason to talk to her. After all, she didn't have many friends, as it was. Maybe Yuuji would become a close friend, through their tutoring sessions. <br><br>His recommendation for Hanako to study on her own was met with a noncommittal nod. It was her hope that she wouldn't have to do much independent studying at all, at least not until she had gotten the hang of a few subjects. "As long as you check my work," she added, firmly holding to the belief that he was the key to her academic success. Perhaps her application was a bit skewed, with her motive wrongly placing Yuuji in the position where he was solely responsible for her learning comprehension. His reassurance about the rate of five days a week for sessions, though, relieved Hanako. It was the most time she could commit, so hearing that it should be substantial was comforting. Of course, if it weren't for her parents, she would have preferred spending her weekends studying with Yuuji, than attending galleries and exhibits. <br><br>"Good. I'm glad you're able to tutor me so often. I hope it will be enough, too. I'm sure you're right, though. Besides, with you as my tutor, how can I fail?!" Her excitement was palpable, as she collected the remnants of her lunch wrappers and containers atop her tray. She nodded as he mentioned that learning would come easier for her in a place where she's comfortable. It made sense to her, anyway. When she turned to regard him once more, it was to spot Yuuji glancing up at the clock which prompted Hanako to follow suit. She turned, her amber eyes scanning the wall a moment before they landed on the clock. It was about time to start packing up and heading back to class. <br><br>Adjusting the straps of her bag to loop over her shoulder, she twisted in her seat and gripped the edge of the tray. To his prompt about any further questions, Hanako stood from the seat, taking the tray with her. "We can start tonight, right? After school? If you want, we can walk there together." It would be his first time traveling to her apartment, after all, having a guide with him might be most beneficial. "I'm looking forward to it, Sakurai-san. I'll wait for you at the end of the day," she chimed, before bouncing off to the proper trash and recycling receptacles, to discard her items where they belonged, then rested the tray atop its shelf. With that, she glanced at Yuuji once more from over her shoulder and flashed him a winning smile, before waving at him. With that, she pushed her way through the cafeteria doors and started walking back to the classroom. <br><br>On her way there, she passed by several students who she hadn't noticed before. Then again, maybe that was just because her head was often so high in the clouds. Hanako had a new spring in her step as she swayed to the classroom, breathing a sigh of contentment at the plan she'd arranged for herself. For the first time in a long time, she was excited about schoolwork. It felt like this was truly the way she was meant to handle the situation, like it would be the best situation and would produce the best results. Slipping into the classroom again, she made her way back to her seat, resting her book bag on the handle of her desk, glancing around at the others, before resting her cheek on her hand and staring out the window. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>17-05-2015, 16:14:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/kcBfd2Y.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aoi Houtarou<br><strong>Location:</strong> Second Year Classroom &gt; Hallways<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Houtarou sat quietly at his desk during lunch, slowly devouring his boxed lunch as he glanced out the window occasionally, a distant expression on his face as he observed the fluffy white clouds drift by in the blue sky. When he was done, he stored the box that had held his food in his schoolbag, feeling a familiar tingling sensation creeping up on him soon after, as he stretched his arms above his head.<br><br><em>Bathroom</em>, he thought to himself as rose to a stand, pushing his chair back. Without as much as a word, he shuffled out of the rather rowdy classroom and into the hallway, where it wasn't much calmer. Might as well take a leak now, since there was still plenty of time left before classes started again. Maybe he could find a quiet spot after his trip to the can?<br><br>The trip to the bathroom was, naturally, uneventful. After washing his hands, Houtarou began wandering around the hallways a bit, wondering if he would indeed find a quiet spot. Perhaps he could spend a place good enough to spend every lunch there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>17-05-2015, 18:00:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ini4gN5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Erica Weaver<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hallway<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aoi Houtarou<br><br><hr><br>When Erica returned to the hallways, she was far more highly motivated and energetic than she had been before she bumped into Marina. The brunette was now bright eyed, energetic, and eager to dive back in to the practical minefield that was Japanese High School socializing. Who cared if she failed a few times in the past, right? All that mattered was that she keep pushing forward, keep on trying, and make the most of her year while she was here. It was just like Marina said, no regrets, no reservations. Even just thinking about it caused her heart to rise, a bright and silly grin spreading across her face... Marina was just so cool! Erica was going to have to try extremely hard to develop into the kind of woman that she admired so deeply.<br><br>It seemed that she would have another shot though, as she happened to pass by Houtarou in the hallway leading back to her classroom... Hmm... Come to think of it, she hadn't really seen the guy break into a smile before, had she? Or really, wear anything except for that bored little frown of his. Was he depressed, or down? Was he struggling with the same things that she was? She was fond of the guy, seeing as how his sarcastic and snarky remarks were able to inspire a few giggles out of her from time to time, so it didn't seem right to her that she ignore this kind of opportunity. Besides, if she was able to instill a bit of cheer into the guy, that would just make her that one step closer to being like her role model! <br><br>It was perfect, and it made her give a small, resolute nod as she approached him from behind. With both hands behind her back, the brunette made her way up to his side and spoke in a bright, cheerful tone. The memory of her mistake with Tsuki was still fresh in her mind, so she made sure to control her tone this time so that she wasn't booming across the entirety of the hallway anymore. <strong>"Hello, Aoi-san. How's your day going?"</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>18-05-2015, 14:30:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/Leapyear12/4c3c7d1c-9e52-4a40-bc3a-3fc4ceb97de0_zpswhvfz6ge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Koushouba Osamu (Sumi)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home / Class / Roof<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>There was a flare in her signature as she finished writing her report under the dim light of her desk lamp. Her bare knees were against the mat as she sat at the low desk in traditional style. The small room around her was otherwise dark. There was a mat on the floor with a solid pillow. On the wall was her two school uniforms. Nearby a cardboard box held some very worn manga and magazines. Her school bag was in the corner. There was nothing else, no shelves, no television, no radio, no computer. The room itself was so cramped that Sumi barely had room to stretch herself out on her sleeping mat. She put the assignments next to her on the floor, exhausted. It was one in the morning, but she had done all her chores and finished her homework. They shouldn't have anything to complain about. Once she turned the light off, the small room was completely dark. There was a sigh of relief that she hadn't been caught working so late before she drifted off in the dark.<br><br>She had that dream again, her mother. She was a little girl at the time. The road was so close and yet she was walking on the edge of the curb. Mother kept herself distracted, for some reason not scolding her. And then she tripped, falling towards the road. The oncoming truck looked so huge. It was going to squash her. Sumi squinted. A firm hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her away. It was the first and only time she had felt her mother's bosom, at least that she remembered. Sumi could look up to see the fear in mother's eyes. The memory of being forced to walk near the gate. The terrible fear of punishment, but for some reason, an even greater joy.<br><br>It was morning when she woke up. There was no window or alarm clock to tell her that, but she could here the birds chirping and that was more than enough to supplement her internal clock. The bathroom was empty so she washed her face in a hurry, and quickly brushed her teeth. If she cleaned up well there was barely any sign she had used it. Then she would take her toothbrush and her face rag back to her room to put in a plastic bag that was kept under her writing desk. But where was her homework! She swore she had laid them down right.... in the open, oh no, not again! Not again!<br><br>Not even thinking to dress Sumi checked the trash bins. She walked around the house seeking her papers a bit frantically, which disturbed her mother, Akane, who was reading a newspaper in the parlor. <div class="floatright">(http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/Leapyear12/images_zpssfpxouac.jpg)</div> She&nbsp; folded the newspaper as she stood up and went to see her daughter looking around the kitchen frantically, even checking the ice box for her papers.<br><br><strong>"What are you doing at his hour of the morning, not even dressed, you sneaky child!? Are trying to sneak some hoodlum into this house! So help me when your father returns...</strong>" her mother snapped.<br><br>Sumi went stiff, half in tears, stifling her voice to keep from shouting, <strong>"I worked all night on those papers!"</strong><br><br><strong>"What papers, are you doing this again? You're such a vile thing! Are you accusing me again?"</strong> Akane shook her head, <strong>"You always blame your parents for your failures, even after all we've done for you. You ungrateful little snake!"</strong><br><br>That's when Sumi felt the newspaper whack the back of her head with some force, she knelt down as the paper thumped her again and again on the back of the head, <strong>"Mother... I'm sorry... I didn't mean it. I'm very sorry. Gomenasai! Yurundekudasai! I'm so very sorry!"</strong><br><br>It finally ended, her mother simply snickering and going back to the parlor. Sumi knew she wouldn't see the papers, probably ever. She went to her bedroom and got dressed in the long skirt uniform, gathered her things. She would be in trouble for not having assignments again. If only she could find a better hiding place for them. On the way out, Sumi bowed respectfully to her mother.<br><br><strong>"Itte kimasu,"</strong> she said.<br><br><strong>"Osamu,"</strong> her mother said idly, <strong>"You don't have to keep up this charade. Everyone knows you are lazy, that you aren't bright or talented at anything. Your family has worked very hard to arrange your Marriage to Kumagawasan. Please stop being so stubborn, you don't need an education to be a good wife. You know how much I desire a grandson, that is the least you could do for me."</strong><br><br>Sumi bowed, red faced, <strong>"I'll keep that in mind, mother."</strong><br><br><em>I hope my first child is a daughter</em>, she thought.<br><br><hr><br>In class Sumi was working frantically. There was a lot of snickers and whispers around her desk. Osamu forgot to turn in her assignments the girl. There were the real and imagined whispers: The weird girl with the boy's name was such a headcase, she was so useless, how lazy could one be not to even do the assignments, maybe she was just really dumb. Sumi wanted to grab her hair and scream, but she could at least scrawl one paper done quickly from memory. Her pencil broke. no one would loan her a pencil. She was always borrowing them and had become a nuisance. What was she supposed to say, that her parents took her school supplies? Nobody would believe her. She tore up the half paper in frustration and slammed her head on her desk. There were some giggles all around as the teacher told her to go stand in the hall. <br><br>As she stood outside with a bucket of water in her hands, she simply looked at her reflection until her glasses slid off and fell into the bucket. Once the water had calmed, the little drops of water from her eyes made ripples on the surface. It was at least interesting enough to distract her a little bit.<br><br>It wasn't fair, none of it was fair. She had worked really hard on those assignments. Some of them were even make-up assignments that she couldn't do again. How was she supposed to pass her classes like this? She sighed, it was still better than being home. But it was hopeless if she couldn't keep her grades up or make friends. Perhaps if she married that ugly old man her parents would be nice to her a little more often, maybe he would be nice to her. Maybe the answer was to just give up. But she'd rather die than marry that bloated puke face. Or maybe, if she'd really rather die, maybe she could jump off the roof. If she wasn't such a coward she'd do it. Then maybe they would understand.<br><br>Her legs started shaking. They were all right about her! She was so useless she was too afraid to even do one simple jump!<br><br><hr><br>Lunch finally came. Sumi had a ball of rice to nibble on. There was a spot in the very corner of the roof where she could sit in the sun with some degree of solitude. She didn't have to watch the 'normal students' talking to one another as she ate. Most of them even had cell phones with internet. Sumi flipped open her prepaid phone, she was only allowed to use it to keep contact with her parents. She kept it in her lap. No one had called, and there were no texts. She flicked her hair back and looked about. There was a nice wind up here, the weather was wonderful. The back of her head hurt a bit and she rubbed it tenderly. As she finished the rice she stood up, her things were left in the corner. There was a safety fence with a wide rail that she could easily climb, she was quite limber. The sun beat down on her face and the wind caressed her hair.<br><br><strong>"I'm not going to be a coward this time, I'm standing up here so I have to do it before somebody sees me. I have to hurry,"</strong> she whispered, <strong>"But why won't my legs stop shaking"</strong><br><br><em>Lazy, dumb, sneaky, untalented, weird, careless, sloppy, vile, ungrateful, no-good, rebellious.</em> Sumi stretched out her arms, trying to calm herself with deep breathing as she kept her balance. She closed her eyes and wondered what it would feel like to just tilt her body a little bit forward. That was all she needed the courage to do, just tilt her body a little bit forward. This time her mother wouldn't be able to stop her. Would her parents, would anybody finally understand? <br><br><em>Would anybody even miss me, would anybody even miss me at all?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>18-05-2015, 15:08:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/19/U0ik1ZJ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miyazaki Satomi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom, Satomi's Desk<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryo (Mentioned), Sumi<br><br><hr><br>Not wanting to have to deal with the other students possibly asking why Tamahome-san rushed off from the classroom after speaking with her, she packed her up lunch and began moving to the most private place in school besides the bathroom; the school roof. When the meek bookworm had actually reached the top of the steps though, she was very much shocked to find a female student preforming such a dangerous balancing act on the "safety" fence. The contemplating girl would probably be feeling a tugging sensation soon, as the shocked viewer had quickly dropped her lunch without hesitance and was now pulling her back onto the roof with a desperate begging of "Pl-Please!! D-Don't do that!!!". Satomi may have been a very solitary and insecure person, but even she didn't have the heart to sit by as an innocent looking person was doing something that'd probably get themselves killed!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>18-05-2015, 15:54:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/Leapyear12/4c3c7d1c-9e52-4a40-bc3a-3fc4ceb97de0_zpswhvfz6ge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Koushouba Osamu (Sumi)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home / Class / Roof<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Speaking with Miyazaki Satomi.<br><br><hr><br>She heard the fotsteps. Sumi was very good at hearing footsteps, she was always listening for them. it was easier to hide from people when you heard them coming. Though it was to late for her to jump down, and though she thought about doing it she was too cowardly in her opinion to even conceive of it. There was a tug at Sumi's long sleeve. Instinctively Sumi coiled away in the opposite direction and almost lost her balance. She waved her arms as she straightened herself. Why had she worked so hard to keep from falling?<br><br><strong>"You idiot, I almost fell because of you!"</strong> Sumi snapped. <strong>"Don't ever touch me!"</strong><br><br>Her face was pale and her breath a bit heavy with fear, but she refused to come down from her dangerous perch.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Pl-Please!! D-Don't do that!!!"</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"Shut up, you're probably just up here to get me in trouble with the teachers."</strong><br><br>This person was acting like they really cared or something. Her name was Miyasakisan, Satomi, Sumi had knew the names of a lot of her classmates though hardly anybody knew hers. There was a feeling of exhilaration and excitement that Sumi wanted to prolong, even intensify.<br><br><strong>"I'm perfectly fine up here, I climb trees and stuff all the time. I never even broke a bone except once."</strong> Sumi bragged, even skipping a little, her balance actually pretty incredible for a girl who always missed gym class,<strong> "I'm not a clutzy bookworm like Miyazakisan. I bet I can even do a cartwheel up here."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>18-05-2015, 16:27:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/19/U0ik1ZJ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miyazaki Satomi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Classroom, Satomi's Desk<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryo (Mentioned), Sumi<br><br><hr><br>All that sense of heroism in Satomi soon crashed as her attempt to help was having the opposite desired effect in the end, cringing in fear as she was loudly snapped at in response to her desperate pleas. The defeated girl quickly stuffed her hands in her pockets soon after, the fear and shock still lingering on her face as the agitated student skipped along the hazardous perch of the fence as if it were normal ground. "O-Ok, Koushouba-san......" She stuttered sadly as she hung her head as a result of the insult, heading over to gather the remains of her lunch that hadn't spoiled after splattering on the roof. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>19-05-2015, 02:43:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/Leapyear12/4c3c7d1c-9e52-4a40-bc3a-3fc4ceb97de0_zpswhvfz6ge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Koushouba Osamu (Sumi)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Roof to Stairs<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Speaking with Miyazaki Satomi.<br><br><hr><br><br>What did this girl want from her? Did she want to pick her, or set her up for something big? It didn't seem like she wanted to get her trouble. Sumi suddenly felt a tightness in her chest for being so short with Miyazakichan. The girl had even dropped her lunch, which mad Sumi feel even worse. What was she supposed to do in this kind of situation. It felt so awkward. Yet, Sumi didn't want her to leave, but she didn't want to seem desperate for company either. Although, doing a cart wheel on the railing would be very risky, she'd fall for sure. Sumi knelt a little bit.<br><br><strong>"Do you know that my ancestors were great ninja. The Koushouba clan were great warriors, but most of the family was wiped out in feudal era. I'm nothing like my ancestors, they were great and I'm.... I'm worthless. Did you know that?"</strong><br><br>Sumi sighed a bit, then stood up again, <strong>"So, are really worried I'm going fall from here? I mean, you're not just faking it? You'd really care if I fell, and not just because my guts would be kind of gross to see."</strong><br><br>Sumi didn't wait for an answer, she hopped to safety down from the railing. She didn't want Miyazakisan to know she was scared to death to be up there even though for once in her life she felt kind of cool. She had sort of felt tough and maybe even admired for a moment. The feeling was so, unusually good. Miyazaki-san actually looked scared that she was going to fall, Sumi liked that.<br><br><strong>"Well, I don't want to make you worry about me, so I'll stay off the railing and practice somewhere not quite so high up,"</strong> Sumi frowned a bit,<strong> "And.... if you... no, it's nothing... I'd just be a headache. My parents have a strict curfew, they worry about me all the time because I'm a trouble maker. You don't want to be seen around me, you'll just get a bad reputation. Okay, thank you, bye then!"</strong><br><br>Sumi nodded firmly and began a brisk walk back to the stairs, as if she was too good for anybody to come near her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>19-05-2015, 03:15:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/19/U0ik1ZJ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miyazaki Satomi<br><strong>Location:</strong> School Roof<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ryo (Mentioned), Sumi<br><br><hr><br>Satomi eventually made her way back to her lunch, find that her half eaten melon bread had been the "sole survivor in the deadly airdrop mishap that had befallen her lunch squadron". The unfortunate bookworm soon turned back slowly as Koushouba-san spoke, listening what started to be a ramble about her ancestors, only to become a self-depreciation speech as she compared them to her supposed self. As usual, she was being swallowed by the sea of speedy conversations, effectively hushed as Sumi returned to the solid stone of the roof and continued speaking away. While Satomi was glad her classmate had promised to stay off the railing, she didn't trust too well in that pact seeing as how low she was rating her self-worth. "I tr-tried to stop b-because your an in-innocent person th-that doesn't deserve to die!!" Satomi blurted out as the student began a brisk walk, tears dripping down her face as the emotion tension of the past half hour took its toll on the insecure recluse. The meek bookworm then made a mad dash to the girl's bathroom so she could possibly hide out the rest of the day in a stall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>19-05-2015, 12:51:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/Leapyear12/4c3c7d1c-9e52-4a40-bc3a-3fc4ceb97de0_zpswhvfz6ge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Koushouba Osamu (Sumi)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stairs<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><br><hr><br>Miyazaki-san pushed past, probably angry. It was sort of surprising to see her run that fast. And she was gone so fast Sumi couldn't even say anything. Not that she had intended to apologize. Now there was one more student that hated her. But she didn't care, she didn't care one bit. And yet, why was she starting to cry. Why were tears running down her cheeks? Sumi wiped her red cheeks with her sleeve and firmed her posture to prevent herself from simply bawling.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I tr-tried to stop b-because your an in-innocent person th-that doesn't deserve to die!!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>What did Miyazakisan know!? What did she know anyway? Miyazakisan was just some spoiled nerd who didn't know anything about who was innocent or who was guilty or who deserved to die. Why would she even say something that stupid? It was just stupid. Innocent of what?! Did Miyazakisan somehow know that those assignments were actually all completed? There was no way. But Miyazakisan was probably the only person in the world who thought Sumi was innocent, at least enough to say it out loud.<br><br><em>Great job, you chased her away too...</em><br><br>Well, it was better than her parents chasing her away. Sumi went to the corner and crouched into ball on the cold floor. Should she apologize to Miyazakisan? Maybe if she bought her a gift, whatever she could get for four hundred and eighty seven yen, but it probably wouldn't do any good. Miyazakisan wasn't the kind to get revenge or pick on people, but from now on Sumi was sure the girl would avoid her like the plague. The wall served as a resting place for her head, then she tucked it in her knees so nobody could see her crying. If she was&nbsp; so damn innocent and didn't deserve to die, then why was she so lonely?<br><br><em>If I'm so innocent then why did you run away like that! </em><br><br>There was no point in going back to classes. She would stay here. Without any of her assignments it would simply be more punishments and embarrassment. Perhaps when she got home, she'd cave in, and tell her parents that she was dropping out of school to marry Kumagawasan. For one moment at least they might approve of her. She could simply endure it, she needed to simply persevere and do what she had to do to please her parents as much as she possibly could. Anyway, she could always find another high spot to jump from, in the future, when she needed it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnette</strong> on <strong>19-05-2015, 23:26:44</strong>
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				Present day: Fifth of May 2015 - Tuesday<br>Present time: 12:57, lunchtime ending<br><br><hr><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/17v4Yxv.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tamashï Karada<br><strong>Location:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>A thin whispering could be heard in everyone's head. Very faint, enough to be brushed off as the wind, not enough to thoroughly pay attention to, but weird nonetheless. A thin whisper, like a poem. However, the words were unintelligible. While the words could be heard, they didn't make any sense. Words that normally would work perfectly fine with the brain suddenly became clouded, creating a secretive shroud around them. However, the end was loud and clear.<br><br><em>"I<br>The one who bind<br>The body and soul<br>Will hereby commence<br>An act of god<br><br>May you find what you desire, you who seek<br>May you find true pleasure, you who hurt<br>I am not your judge<br>I am merely a spectator<br><br>Eagerly, I'll view<br>So make me proud<br>And watch your step<br>Because consequences are close"</em><br><br>And mere moments later, those who had heard the echoing words could feel something happening to their bodies. It started out like a zap, enough to shock but with no true pain. Eyes would be closed, and darkness would ensue<br><br>Soon came the turmoil. The feeling of emptiness for the few moments the soul was transgressing the void in its trip to its new body<br><br>And then it was done. Eyes would open, and the swap would be done. Nothing more to be known, nothing less. just an old accomplice in a new body.<br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Swapping rules</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc"> IC knowledge and OOC knowledge is very important that don't get mixed. You are still yourself, just in another body. You know what you know, and not what your host-body knows. If they have some kind of fetish, you won't know it until you discover it. If they have family problems, you won't know until you discover it, and the list goes on.</li><li type="disc"> No white-knight acts. This basically means you're not the optimized problem-solver, you're not perfect. You have your own desires, and it's not locked to the well-being of everyone. You have your own desires, morals and so forth, how positive they are however varies, but remember, so does social ability.</li><li type="disc"> You won't instantly know who you are. Unless you can identify yourself by personal traits, objects, or a mirror, you won't just instantly know "Oh, I'm ____ now!"</li><li type="disc"> You don't just accept. The normal person would never just accept that something has happened to them that shouldn't be physically possible.</li><li type="disc"> Problem solutions don't just show up, usually, it'd take a bit to just conclude a solution for a problem</li><li type="disc"> All contact with non-involved parties is impossible, in the sense that they are unable to comprehend the swaps to any extent of the word.</li></ul></div></div></div></div><br><div align="center">HYPERLINK TO SPREADSHEET FOR SCHEDULED SWAPS (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/18WklNQg6tFU7TPKhsT4Jw1au-q9oWI-Wf5zFto97JvY/edit?usp=sharing)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>20-05-2015, 00:22:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/19/U0ik1ZJ.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> New Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ini4gN5.jpg)</div></div></div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Miyazaki Satomi (Now in Erica-vision)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bathroom &gt;&gt; Hallway<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> N/A&gt;Marina (in Houtarou's body)<br><br><hr><br>While Satomi was currently off sniffling in a bathroom stall, a chill went down her spine as in the currently silent bathroom, an oddly faint whisper was seeming to filter into her head. As the words become loud and clear, the meek bookworm was visibly shaking as she heard just ominous and terrifying they sounded. Just starting to scream in horror, a split moment later everything had gone dark and silent for her. For a few a couple seconds, all Satomi could feel was an odd sense of being lost, the sensation no exactly fading as she soon found herself in a completely different area with a view that didn't exactly require her to look up as much to the boy in front of her. The disheveled bookworm quickly devolved into a disorganized demeanor of frantically looking at her surroundings (and just why her height of view was so off). "Wh-What happened t-to me?!!" She blurted out in horror as it become clear this wasn't her body due to how she could see perfectly without glasses and how her current bust made it a challenge to look below. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>20-05-2015, 01:24:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/Leapyear12/4c3c7d1c-9e52-4a40-bc3a-3fc4ceb97de0_zpswhvfz6ge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Koushouba Osamu (Sumi)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stairs<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><br><hr><br>Sumi held her head into her knees as she heard the mumbling. What the heck, had the janitor gone crazy or something. Was somebody coming up to make fun of her? What was it this time. Whatever it was, it was making her feel lightheaded.<br><br><strong>"Who's mumbling,"</strong> Sumi said,<strong> "Leave me alone. What consequences... I'm not doing anything wr.. ahhh... mmhhhhm..."</strong><br><br>It felt like she blacked out. Had she fainted. It was so dark, so peaceful. Maybe she really had jumped and it was all over. It felt so dark and peaceful.<br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/nuH8MJN.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Koushouba Osamu (Sumi)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><br>Her eyes slowly opened. But she heard all the students talking. It was a crowd of people, did Miyazaki-san send a group to make fun of her. If so she was way more spiteful than Sumi gave her credit for! Wait, wasn't this the cafeteria? How could she see it so clearly without her glasses? Why was everyone so short? Sumi squinted, she felt incredibly weird as if the entire world was spinning around her. She pointed at some people randomly.<br><br><strong>"How did everyone get so short!"</strong> she blurted out.<br><br>What the hell! her voice! It wasn't a her voice, it was more like a baritone! It wasn't her voice at all, her voice was more mousy with a hint of cat! This voice was like a tiger with a hint of ape! Sumi rubbed her throat, it was the throat of someone who hadn't shaved quite perfectly. She slapped her cheeks.<br><br><strong>"My hair, where did my hair go! My parents are going to kill me. Somebody chopped off my hair!"</strong> <br><br>She screamed that out loud in the middle of the cafeteria. And now people were looking at her like she was some kind of lunatic.<br><br><strong>"What are you staring at!"</strong> Sumi snapped. <strong>"You crazy mini people!"</strong><br><br>Amazingly, they all stopped staring. Sumi was taken aback by all of this. All of these mini people, but she recognized many of them! Seeing as she was on 4'10 they had to all be midgets! Or maybe, maybe she was taller. What was she wearing? Why was she wearing a boys a uniform? That couldn't be right. Was this some sick twisted trick her mother had come up with? If it was, this was a new low even for her!<br><br>Her hands were so big. She made a fist. If somebody was punched with that fist she bet they'd fly four feet in the air. While still standing in the cafeteria, Sumi's hand brushed against her chest. That led to some patting and a big time blush. Cheeks turned crimson and the hue spread across her face. She wasn't wearing a bra! She didn't need a bra. Somebody stole her boobies! She didn't know that was possible, but it must have been. They were too small for anyone to really notice to begin with, why would somebody want to steal her boobies!?<br><br><strong>"My boobs are gone!"</strong> she exclaimed in her shocked male voice, <strong>"Where did my boobies go!"</strong><br><br>Then there was blood curdling scream. Sumi knew how to scream, and it should have been a high pitch deafening scream that could break glass and bust eardrums. Only, her scream was more of a barbarian war cry! Nothing was making any sense whatsoever. She turned and began running, but not looking where she was going or understanding her new center of gravity, she stumbled and hit her head smack into a wall with a nice loud crack. And it hurt, it hurt so bad she started crying like a little girl. And everyone nearby was watching.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>21-05-2015, 21:50:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/7c0a21eae9569a7ee454af6023577c6a/tumblr_n0q0fmdl291sajdvwo4_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Narita Yuki<br><strong>Location:</strong> Homeroom <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Already the day was promising to be a long, obnoxious one. Yuki sighed after sealing the lid of her bento box shut and sliding it into her schoolbag. Her assigned desk was located in the middle of the classroom, surrounded by peers during lectures, yet once lunch rolled around, it seemed as if they couldn't get away from her fast enough. They were all in such a rush to scurry against the corners or clump together in their little cliques. Yuki had grown tired of the sight day after day, annoyed by the constant whispers and glares in her direction, bored by the rumors she had heard circulating about her. She usually ate alone, despite all that, but today was different. Today, Yuki was more interested in using her lunch time to her advantage. <br><br>She brought her bento box outside and onto the sports field, sitting atop the bleachers and eating in the shade provided by a tall tree looming overhead. Yuki's long mane flowed at the ends in the breeze, maintained in a high ponytail, as per usual, with the same fluffy red scrunchie as always. Scarfing down her lunch quickly, Yuki shoved the box back into her schoolbag, which was propped on the bleachers beside her, before standing and stretching. With her arms overhead and her legs lengthened, her back arched and cracked in a few places. After that, she hopped down from the bleachers and continued stretching, bending over and reaching for her toes, flexing her calves, hamstrings, and thighs. Once she felt completely loosened up, Yuki's head tilted to the left, then the right, a few more pops audibly sounding out. <br><br>Picking up the soccer ball that she borrowed from the gym equipment closet, Yuki headed for the field, kicking it high in the air before running through the grass to reach it again. She practiced her technique with the ball, working on kicking aim, switching set-up's, fake-out's, passes, reverses, and long kicks. By the time lunch was about to wrap up, she had worked up quite a sweat, still needing to return the soccer ball where she got it from and make a brief stop at the bathroom to freshen up. Running all the way back, replacing the soccer ball in the equipment closet and shutting the door, she glanced at the clock, realizing she had just enough time to make it to the bathroom, if she hurried. Yuki scampered through the halls and up the stairs, stopping when she reached the top floor, clamoring to the wall and catching her breath as she bent over, panting. Her legs were practically vibrating, lungs a bit raw, as she worked on regaining her normal breathing rate. Finally, the intense feelings subsided, allowing Yuki the chance to head to the bathroom. <br><br>When she walked inside the girl's restroom, she immediately noticed the idle banter of several girls, all crowded around the mirror, fixing their makeup and restyling their hair. They noticed her next moment, every single one of them going wide-eyed and white-faced, as they rushed to collect their things, then crept passed her, and out the door. Yuki sighed loudly, rubbing her forehead with her freehand, as the other held her schoolbag by the straps, over her shoulder. That threat of a headache had just become one, with that last charade. She had gotten used to it by now; other girls assuming she would pick a fight with them or bully them for no other reason than the sheer enjoyment of it. Hence, not a soul wanted to be left alone with Yuki, especially not somewhere as private as the bathroom, where a chance of someone intervening and offering assistance, was so diminished. Approaching the sink, she set her schoolbag down for a moment and collected a handkerchief, which she ran under the stream of warm water, before wringing it out. <br><br>Yuki pressed the soft, damp cloth, against her forehead, along the sides of her neck and around the back of it, against her collar, beneath her uniform and against her underarms. She pulled the cloth out and brought it beneath the hem of her top, arching her spine slightly, before swiping it against her lower back. She continued freshening up in this manner, until she no longer felt sweaty or sticky anywhere, discarding the handkerchief into her schoolbag again and switching it out for a stick of deodorant, which she applied, liberally, beneath her underarms. She looked at herself in the mirror as her hand remained buried within the top of her uniform, arm over breast, hand flicking the stick back and forth. Her reflection attempted to smile at her, but it looked strained and forced... perhaps even scarier than her normal, slightly frowning, somewhat apathetic face. It wasn't long before her expression reverted to its standard, shaking her head at the mirror, as if to ask why she had even bothered.<br><br><div align="center">~~~</div><br>Then, a hushed whisper crept into her ear, barely audible, making her hold her breath in an attempt to concentrate on it. Was it a whisper at all? Maybe it was just the wind outside, forcing branches and leaves to rustle in a way that sounded like faint words. To be sure, Yuki remained there, frozen in place, paused, until she could be certain that it was nothing to be worried about. Before long, the sounds were gone, faded into nothingness. She gasped then, as the shock set in, though it wasn't painful, merely, awakening. Her lids closed shut, tightly, the darkness blanketing around her, surrounding her, until... desolation. Nothingness. The pain of nonexistence. It passed, but not soon enough. Only when it was gone, could she find the strength to open her eyes. Except, when she did, she was no looking back at the reflection of herself. She blinked a few times, shaking her head and taking a deep breath, trying to recollect her thoughts and remember the last thing she had done, before 'blacking out.' 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenWhite</strong> on <strong>22-05-2015, 08:14:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/ao-haru-ride/images/d/d9/Kou_Mabuchi_anime.png/revision/latest?cb=20140716162529&amp;path-prefix=es)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yukimura Ryuuto<br><strong>Location:</strong> Homeroom<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No one<br><br>When lunch time started, Ryuu pulled out his bento box from his bag. It was tied up in a blue cloth that he untied and put over his lap as he opened the box. Ryuu just heated up leftovers from what he made the previous day: rice and teriyaki chicken. Then he paired it up with some carrots and celery so he wasn't eating totally unhealthy. Ryuu picked up his chopsticks and ate at his desk, alone and not wanting to be bothered by anyone. There was always one person that tried to talk to him, but he was able to make them go away without much effort.<br><br>Ryuu sat close to the door which was ideal since he was always the first one to leave and he could always enter and sit down inconspicuously. He never really thought about much, only focused on eating his food and thinking about things he needed to get from the store. Ryuu walked to school since he was close enough to the school for it to just be a fifteen minute walk and he lived conveniently close to a store so it was never much of a hassle to go where he needed to go. He did have a bike but he used it mainly for exercise if he ever used it at all. <br><br>He watched the students as they conversed and left the room, his face uninterested in whatever they said or did. Ryuu looked back down at his food and continued to eat it. He hadn't even joined a club yet and he wasn't sure if the school required the students to do so, it was only the first few weeks. It would've been a pain if the school did, but that would just mean that he'd have to pick something noncommittal. Something where he'd only have to go to the club room and just be there. Were there many clubs like that? He spent the rest of his lunch thinking about this question and other random thoughts.<br><br>Ryuu let out a long sigh, closing the lid of his bento and wrapping it back into the blue cloth it was in before. He spun it around as a force of habit, making it spin like a top, before picking it up and placing it carefully into his bag. He then sat up straight in his chair and waited for class to start. But then he began to hear a whisper, and he couldn't make out the words. The soft words made the insides of his ears itch and suddenly he couldn't move, all he could do was look around. Ryuu felt a zap and then his vision began to narrow and soon... darkness.<br><br><div align="center">~~~</div><div class="floatright">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/1cf5e68fffab78c6d8dcd5b1fe7ce527/tumblr_nnzw68kseg1sifqsjo1_1280.png)</div><br>Ryuu felt cold on his cheek and he flickered open his eyes. His head was slightly hurting and he looked around. He was in a bathroom. When did he get here? Ryuu could've swore that he was sitting in the classroom. He felt his back on the hard floor and then sat up, his upper body leaning forward, something was in his shirt. His hands went to his chest and he began to feel what it was. They felt like two squishy sacks which is when he raised an eyebrow. Then he looked at his legs and saw that he was wearing a skirt. At this point, Ryuu was more than confused, what the hell happened? He stood up from the floor and examined the bathroom a bit more. He was in the girl's bathroom...? What was he doing in the girl's bathroom? <br><br>Then he felt like something was missing, but he couldn't figure out what it could be. Ryuu just had this empty feeling like he lost a huge part of who he was. He put a hand on his chin as he thought and he noticed that his face and hands felt softer. Finally, he turned around and saw that... he was a girl?! He touched his face and examined himself well in the mirror. Ryuu really changed bodies with a girl! He screamed girly, <strong>"What the hell?! I'm actually a girl?!"</strong> He looked like a girl in his class, but her name escaped him. Ryuu had no idea what he was supposed to do. Was this a dream? And if it wasn't, was this permanent? Wait, what about his own body? Was this girl in his own body? He would have to go out and talk with her, but he felt somewhat self-conscious stepping out of the bathroom like this. <br><br>In the end, Ryuu had to do something and he stepped outside of the bathroom and headed back to the class. People were avoiding his glances and stepping out of his way. Were they afraid of this girl? Well, at least no one would come up to him and start asking him questions as if he were the girl herself.&nbsp; Once Ryuu made it to the classroom, he peeked inside, looking for his own body that was now possessed by this girl. Once he spotted his body, Ryuu tried to get her attention since he assumed the girl he was currently possessing was in his own body. It was odd seeing his body like this and he didn't want to step inside the classroom since he didn't want to bring attention to themselves.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>25-05-2015, 02:46:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/7c0a21eae9569a7ee454af6023577c6a/tumblr_n0q0fmdl291sajdvwo4_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Narita Yuki ~ Yukimura Ryuuto's body<br><strong>Location:</strong> Homeroom <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>The last thing she remembered was looking at herself in the mirror, yet when she came to, it was to find herself seated at someone else's desk. Yuki blinked a few times, willing her blurred vision to regain clarity once again, swiping at her moist lashes with quick brushes of the tips of her fingers, which felt larger and slightly rougher than they were supposed to. Shaking her head a bit, she stared down at the desk which she found herself perched at, near the classroom door. The usual swish of long locks caressing the back of her neck was absent, but in her current state of haze, Yuki didn't seem to notice it, or the lack thereof. Obvious questions began to plague her mind; how did she get back from the bathroom without remembering the trip, why was she sitting at some random desk, instead of her own? Had she blacked out? Should she go and see the school nurse? <br><br>Picking her head up, Yuki tilted her face so that she could observe her assigned seat, which remained suspiciously empty. It would have made sense if someone had temporarily occupied her desk during lunch, as students often clumped their desks together to make eating and conversing a little simpler. Yet that wasn't the case. So, how did she wind up in another seat? Why this seat, in particular? <br><br>Groggily, she turned out of the chair and pushed herself off, coming to full height, glancing around the classroom with furrowed brows, hoping for some sort of sign from her peers. No one seemed to pay her any attention however, as lunch began to wrap up, everyone busied themselves with the tasks of returning borrowed desks to their proper places and packing up their bento boxes after finding their seats once more. Everything seemed a bit further away, or smaller than usual, which made Yuuki even more convinced that she had probably suffered some sort of anxiety attack and needed a professional opinion as soon as possible. A quick glance at the clock in the corner told her that she had run out of time, but then again, perhaps the nurse could provide her with a note. Her feet felt heavy as she shuffled to the classroom door, albeit rather clumsily, like she wasn't used to the shoes she was wearing. <br><br>It wasn't until she reached the door that she noticed... herself standing on the other side of it. Though it didn't make sense for the door to be reflective, her mind had convinced her that it must have been, which was how she managed to slide the door open. Yet when the figure of herself didn't vanish at the disappearance of the obstruction, she felt her jaw drop open and her eyes go wide. There she stood, in front of her. It didn't make any sense. Was she having a hallucination? Was her mind obscuring the memory of her reflection in the bathroom mirror? Her head was positively throbbing as she worked to make sense of all of this - of any of it. <br><br>Purely out of force of habit, she reached back for her ponytail, which often restricted her, what with her mane being so long. It compelled her to periodically flick it out of her way, or over a shoulder, keeping it from hindering her. Yet her hand paused at the nape of her neck when she couldn't help but to notice the absence of her hair. If it were possible for her eyes to go any wider than a moment earlier, they would have. She gasped, frozen in place. Her fingers felt for her neck, then traveled up slowly, trepidation spreading over her features, which just so happened to be Ryuuto's features. "Oh my-" she paused, having heard her own voice, which was not, at all, the voice she recognized. Her free hand, for some unknown reason, clasped over her mouth, as the shock thoroughly invaded her being. Her stare finally peeled itself from the sight of herself, moving down to gape at her own hand... which was not her hand, at all. It was then that her hands both dropped, and her head fell a moment later, staring down at the body which her head sat upon - a body that was not her own. <br><br><em>'I'm dreaming.'</em> She determined, a look of relief washing over her face as she determined that was the answer to all of these unforeseen problems. <em>'This is a dream! It's not real. There is no way this is real!'</em> <br><br>Her head darted up again, locking eyes with her own gaze staring back at her. "What's going on?" She asked, her voice a deep and husky baritone, the voice of a male student, a voice she couldn't quite place. Figuring she deserved some sort of an explanation, even if she were merely dreaming, she pressed a large, unfamiliar hand, against her counterpart's upper arm, guiding her away from the classroom and into the opposite end of the hall, near a wall of windows. It seemed like a conversation of this weight was meant to be had in private, hence the sudden redirection. She let go once they faced each other, leaning down slightly and slouching her back a bit, to get a bit closer to the height she was acquainted with, waiting for the solution to this riddle to be revealed. <br><br><div class="floatright">(https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5491/14653197374_919daa9000_b.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Evalon</strong> on <strong>28-05-2015, 09:09:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/9WrbjrZ.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Yokokawa, Akimi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Girl's bathroom ~ Stairs (en-route to the bathroom)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Akimi finished her lunch and began packing up her dirty utensils. Lunch was almost over and she wanted to get cleaned up before classes began. The clock was at 12:55, just five minutes until classes. Just enough time to go and wash her hands before the bell rang for classes to begin. Akimi tucked her bag under her desk and made for the hallway.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once in the bathroom the quickly made a check no one was in there before adjusting her padding. Not that she'd much care if a rumor started going around that she padded her bra, but she didn't want the rumor to get out of hand and ruin her entire chance at a fresh start. With that out of the way she turned the water on and began to wash her hands...<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That was when the whispers started. Her heart raced as she looked around. Who was talking? It sounded like they were just over her shoulder whispering into her ear. The first thought that came to her mind was that the bathroom was haunted and a ghost was talking to her. Her knees were trembling. Should she run? <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The thought didn't last long. She put her hands against the sink as everything went black. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<hr>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When she opened her eyes, there was a momentary disorientation.That feeling like you woke up and can't remember where you are. Her eyes looked around, expecting to see the bathroom walls but instead... the stairwell? How had she gotten into the stairwell? Had someone carried her out here when she passed out?<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And why was her face pressed into her knees? Her cheeks felt wet, too. Something was off. Something was far from right. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Akimi straightened herself out and stood up. The first thing she noticed, for the first time, was the fact she was wearing glasses. Not that wearing glasses was strange to her, she wore them all the time at home, but that was the problem. She's not at home. Normally she had her contacts in. So much confusion.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Bathroom. She needed to get to the bathroom and splash some water on her face. Maybe that would clear her mind and, hopefully, help her remember the last few minutes of her life and figure out why her memories weren't matching up to what she remembered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The boredom of karada Tamashï [IC] - School Campus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nazora</strong> on <strong>29-05-2015, 19:14:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/nuH8MJN.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Koushouba Osamu (Sumi)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cafeteria---&gt; To halls----&gt; To stairs<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><br>Somebody shook her, called her Hayatosan. She pushed herself and ran to the halls. Not only did she feel taller, but she felt stronger and more lumbering. Not used to her form, she couldn't quite coordinate her movements and sort of lumbered through the halls. She was used to maneuvering in and out of crowds, ducking under people. Pushing people aside or having them move out of her way didn't make sense. She was about to go the girl's restroom when a girl grabbed her wrist. Sumi had no idea who Jenni Takanaka was except she was a girl who was quite athletic and very good at sports.<br><br><strong>"Hayato-hentai, what's wrong with you, that's the girl's bathroom!</strong>" she said, <strong>"Don't make me toss you on the floor!"</strong><br><br>Sumi stopped, flustered, blushing, and having to pee,<strong> "But... I am..... I'm..... if I used the boy's bathroom.... I'm not a pervert!"</strong><br><br>Jenni stepped back, put a hand on Sumi's forehead, <strong>"Are you doping?"</strong><br><br>Sumi steped back, <strong>"What! I'm not an idiot, I did all my assignments... I just couldn't find them when I woke up!"</strong><br><br>Jenni took him by the arm to the other side of the hall, <strong>"You're a boy, this is where you go potty. Splash some water on your face and get it together. You're not acting normal."</strong><br><br>Sumi blushed, this was the boys rooms. A boy passed her without so much as a second glance! She was blushing, sweating. Girls did not belong in this place. Separate gender bathrooms existed for a good reason. But she had to pee, she had to check a mirror. Everyone was saying she was a boy and calling her Hayato. Even worse, she was feeling something expanding between her legs, uncomfortable and hot. It was at the mirror she was really confused. She did recognize Hayato, he was the cute guy that a lot girls had a secret crush on, including Sumi. Though Sumi had really only bothered to learn his name and nothing more. Still, it was obvious he was into sports. Sumi wiggled his hips, he had such a tight erection right now. She bit her lower lip, blushing like crazy and trying not scream or faint as the bathroom rolled around in circles.<br><br>It was time to retreat into a stall. She got her thoughts together as much as she could. What pronoun did she even use to think about herself!? How was pee supposed to pee with that thing sticking up in the air!? Did it come out that little hole at the top? Why was she even in this situation? Hayato-san's phone was buzzing but she ignored it.<br><br>Eventually, she figured out how to pee, and since she peed sitting down it wasn't a messy process. Through the ordeal she realized she wasn't in her own body anymore, rather obvious. How and why, not so obvious. If she was in Hayato-san, then, was Hayato-san inside her. She gulped. This could get ugly quickly. That meant she needed to find herself! When she barged out of the bathroom and looked about to get an idea of finding the steps, she was confronted by Jenni.<br><br><strong>"Why didn't you answer my calls,"</strong> Jenni said, <strong>"You had me worried, I was about to call the..."</strong><br><br>Sumi grabbed Jenni's shoulders, <strong>"It's okay, I'm fine, I have to go do something really important so please leave me alone."</strong><br><br>Sumi ran off, rubbing the bump on his head. She had knocked Hayato-san into the wall pretty decently. It really, really hurt. Now she ran to the steps where she had last remembered sitting before she had found herself in the cafeteria within Hayatosan's body. The thought of Hayato's dick wouldn't go away, how she had felt it between his legs, had stared at it, poked it, pushed it, and willed it to go down so she could pee! How did boys keep those things in check, it felt like it wanted to rise up and greet the world right of his pants whenever she thought about it! It felt like she had melons between her thighs, as she was hyper aware of them and kept adjusting his undershorts. She made it to the steps.. who was she looking for... herself... herself... she was looking for herself.&nbsp; Was herself still here, or was she too late? Well, she could find herself... maybe. Sumi looked about frantically.
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