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Keyo: ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ExVtrghW5Y4 )" GET THAT STUPID MOTHER FUCKER!!!" Said a gang of goons rushing after a young man with dark brown h- Sorry. Im... not with that whole... speaking in first person thing aaaaaaaaal the time. Im not doing that that's cliche unless morgan freemans doing it... Or samuel L jackson, THEN I can make an exception. Atleast not for the first episode of my debut! Come on... Me? Oh my names Micheal... you can call me Mikey, Mike, Mike the Great, King Mike! Whatever works for you. Those guys chasing me? Ahhh... there not all that important are they? ... I guess if you have to know... Thats Blo'ro. Head of the ' Little Inugami's ' A street gang based off the Inugami clan. There promised to be recruited into the Yakuza when there older. But there really just a bunch of stupid scape-goats. There chasing me because.... I stepped on Blo'ro's new ' Jordan 2millions. Or whatever... I mean who really keeps up with those stupid shoes anyways?
" I GOT HIM!" Said one of the Little Inu's. Man... that's my new shirt Slamming Mike up to a wall, the Inugami members would hold Mike against the wall while the leader Blo'Ro cocked his fist back to slam across the sandy brown headed Kid's jaw knocking the spit out of his mouth. All those years wearing braces ammount to this. Ding! I'd be pretty good at Cinemasins right? " Come on... Blo'Ro... im sorry man i didnt mean to step on your shoes..." " NO YOU PIECE OF SHIT... You didnt just... step on them... YOU SCUFFED THEM!" Mike would have looked down at the males shoe before turning his attention back up to Blo'Ro with a grin on his face. " I mean... they were kind ugly anywa-HUGH!" Another punch was sent soaring into Mike's jaw and then his gut causing him to cringe over a bit. " unnngghh...." " Listen here fuck boy. Your gonna get me... annnnnd all my boys. A new pair of J's. And I want em by next week. Or were gonna cut off your feet. " " Cutting off my feet? Alright leather face... c'mon man I really didn't mean to? I gotta buy all of you guys shoes? That's like 15 people... I mean, if you guys spent more time on school, rather then your shoes. You might be able to get a girl fr-HUGH!" Whats up with this guy in hitting people in the face? Im supposed to be a model some day, i cant without a jaw, christ... " LISTEN HERE ALLEN... YOU HAVE A WEEK BITCH!" Blo'Ro said kicking Mike in the ribs one more time before he slummped against the brick wall of the alley. " Hey twink, we got your skateboard. " " awww... Cough thanks guys, that means al-" CRRRRRRRRRRRACCK The Goon would have tossed the broken skateboard down infront of Mike before he'd get dapped by one of his collagues before they'd walk off from the Alley. "...Smooth, real nice guys. " Mike said putting the board together before he rubbed his face looking up at the sky shaking his head. Well.. this really fucking Sucks
( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ytW0c-OPyk )
Kasaihana High school... Kasaihana High, in the notorious location of District 1. This school is by far the oldest of all of the schools. Full with all kinda of ethnic backgrounds and the such. The Academic level however; out of all of the schools in Kasaihana is byfar the lowest. But they do have the best sports team ironically. The school follows the same Dress Code setup like those over in Japan but the school itself is very western in culutre. Currently housing up to 320,467 Students; teaching grades 8th-12th. There Mascot for the past 50 years has been a Honey Badger, and there known as the ' Kasaihana Honey Badgers ' Ahhhhh fuck this place. Its a cesspool for future killers, criminals... and superheroes? Mikey would have been walking down the street with his backpack a broken skate-board within the bags pouch and his hands in his pockets, a bandage on his cheek he would have pulled his glasses up to the bridge of his nose as he walked to the entrance of the school, looking up at the large ' Kasaihana high sign' Kasaihana High... home of the pyschotic, whores, and douchebags. Where do I fit in that? I don't. Your speaking with the most unpopular kid in school. Im in the 10th grade, 8th grade year i had an asthma attack at the talent show and i pissed myself. I know right? Pretty hard to come back from but its all good. No sweat off my back you know? I feel like every year there respecting me a bit more each year " Hey Allen! Catch! " " HUGH!" A ball was blasted into Mikes face as he hit the lockers with a hard thud holding his head as one of the jocks rushed over to pick up the ball laughing, dapping up the other jocks. Mike would have looked at the reader rubbing his jaw. "Slowly... but surely, gotta stay postive...; Yeah nice throw guys! Yeah your gonna go to the championship this year hahaha!" He says slowly standing back up to his feet.
Meat Master: A faint scent of roses filled the air as she walked to school, Kasaihana High, her red irises analyzing her new found surroundings to her new school. Dressed in the usual uniform, which fitted tight around her assets. She had the look of a lost princess, very fair delicate skin and calm collected features especially with her calm expression. She pulled up one white thigh high that decided to slip down her thigh. She glanced up, the silver haired beauty stretched out her arms reaching above her. “Mmm—Ahhh. Another day where I can ignore everyone and everything!” She smiled delighted as if this was the best thing to happen to her all week. She handpicked this school herself. It definitely sparked her interests with all the things she’d heard about the school. Alice’s shoes clacked against the sidewalk as she held a book close to her chest tightly. She held her head down hoping no one would decide to walk up to her and talk to her. (God forbid she makes friends.) Behind her she heard a couple of morons snickering and laughing. “Hey! New girl!” She ignored them casually as if this wasn’t anything new. “Heya, Princess!” Another shouted to her. She smirked and continued to walk. They began to catch up. She stopped walking and turned around to face them with a small smile with her eyes closed. “I’m not answering you for a reason ok?” Her eyes opened and shot an utterly hard glare that shot an arrow into each and every one of their heads. They all stood there wide eyed shocked from her random aura of intimidation, although she still had a soft smile on her face that didn’t seem irritated but her aura of red and black was definitely not inviting as her smile may have looked. They all backed up and didn’t say another word before they evaded her like the plague. Alice turned back around. Mission accomplished.
She looked up at the Kasaihana High sign and proceeded to walk, she noticed the boys she encountered before talking to some guy who looked like he was the boss of their ‘posse’. He puffed up his chest and looked at Alice making eye contact he raised a brow. Alice smiled and waved. His intimidating buffed up chest had no effect on this girl, although she may look innocent and soft she was far from it. Little did they know…? He chuckled in the distance and looked away. Alice smirked and turned away as she continued to walk she noticed a poor guy bashed in the face with a ball. Her eyes widened a bit. She blinked at she paused, she felt a bit bad but couldn’t help but laugh for a second. She walked up to the poor guy and got a bit too close for comfort and tilted her head to him without realizing personal space, she never really knew what that even was at all anyways nor did she care. (https://45.media.tumblr.com/502c70e8f77272338a16b8d5ec395961/tumblr_nqknzsc96W1s307p6o1_500.gif) “You ok there?” She peeked at the guys laughing and back at the guy that had a ball decked at his face. “Your face looked like a poor rag doll when you fell over.” She teased a bit then she paused. “Here.” She offered him a tissue to wipe off the dirt that came off the ball. “Hope you’re okay!” She smiled with her eyes closed and waved off to him as she walked off. (https://49.media.tumblr.com/9ee14c2fb57bd2f579156dbb56bb3447/tumblr_nqpglk4ViG1usk5jso6_250.gif)
Jay: "What have we here?" Said a voice off screen as the events of poor Michael Allen's ass whooping. The sight was rather interesting to watch at least from young Kenji Tanaka. Kenji was a fairly tall male with snow white hair that complimented his pale skin. Kenji was hopping out of his jet Black 2178 BMW. As he looked at the beating unfold. It was by far the best way to start his year off. It wasn't hard to tell that Kenji was a rather odd fellow at Kasaihana High School. Closing the door behind him after grabbing his bookbag the boy started to walk off towards the school.
This had been Kenji's 11th grade year but it was also his 2nd year at K-High. Kenji's red beady eyes observed the large groups of students in the court yard leading into the school which was even more packed fool of juvenile delinquents. Kenji was wearing the typical school uniform...for him. His casual school attire was a black grey stripped hoody that was one size too big for him and drapped over his hands. His black harem sweat blew in the wind while his jet Black high top vans crushed the ground beneath his feet. His fangs bared out his mouth a bit showing his Wolfblood trait. Kenji was indeed a gifted Wolf which natural made him stronger amongst the cursed Wolves by raw strength. It was something that gave Kenji a feeling of pride amongst the other type of wolf. Kenji smirked at the idea of beating a cursed wolf. A small giggle left his mouth before walking in the school building entering the main office.
- The screen cuts out to a door with the label Principal Nohara at the top. Loud J-pop music would be playing as much of the staff inside of the office would be looking rather annoyed. Principal Aku Nohara would be sitting inside of his office jamming out to his favorite boy rap group Lit 3. Aku nodded his head as his rolled up a thick Blunt full of Loud. Lifting his finger up he pressed the button on the intercom Mic. "Goooooodmorning Honey Badgers. I hope you criminals had a good vacation, because you're about to get a heavy dose of kick ass this school year! Kids please collect your class schedules in the main office. There will a school assembly towards the end of the day to discuss the candidates running for student government." Aku lit his lighter under his Blunt drying it off a bit. Many of the students and school staff heard the flicker of the lighter. "Don't forget to sign up for the many martial arts club and sports programs. I want the Honey Badges to win each and every award. I'm looking at you wrestling team...classes begin soon go get an edumacation."
Principle Nohara was a rather a eccentric character. He enjoyed the school and the chaos that went on in the school. Cutting off the intercom Aku dragged a long puff of smoke before exhaling it. Cough cough "Back to my show." Aku would play the footage of Michael getting beat up. Aku seethed the smoke out a bit. "Aw yea whoop his ass!"
Kenji walked inside the office looking at the lady behind the desk. "Well hello Kenji how was you break." "It was alright sweet nips. A lot of traveling shit like that." Kenji was known around the school amongst the students and faculty for being somewhat of a trouble maker. He looked at his schedule sighing. "Fuuuuck." He dragged himself out the office and sulked towards his locker opening it up and throwing his bookbag in violently as the force of the throw closed the locker for him.
Akira"Savage" Tetsu: ( https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=jx96Twg-Aew ) Ruji would have rose out of bed sitting upright the bed sheet falling of his upperbody and down to his lap the sunlight shining down on him through the window his hair resembling flames in the light the birds outside his window chirping a small nest resting in the tree , Ruji would then stand up stretching his arms and open his window reaching his hand out towards the nest and the mother bird would have started pecking his hand though he'd casually ignore it grabbing one of the eggs from out of the nest and closing his window before the mother could fly inside , Ruji would have then began to make his way towards his dresser tilting his head back and cracking open the egg letting the under developed baby bird drop into his mouth along with the rest of the eggs content and swallowing it down tossing the shells into a garbage in the corner of his room the shell bouncing around a couple of times before sinking, Ruji would have then opened his draw grabbing a black tee shirt out and placing it over his body and then grabbing a pair of blue jeans and black socks closing the draw and putting his pants and socks on as he walked to his bed crouching down and reaching underneath it pulling out a pair of black timberland boots and then grabbing his backpack slinging it onto his left shoulder letting the other strip hang and as he exited his room he'd grab his football pads in his other hand going down the stairs and out to his car it wasn't the best looking car but it wasn't bad either it was a old 1990s SS Camero with a red paint job and black pin stripes he did with a can of black spray paint . He'd unlock the car and toss his stuff inside and close the door going back inside the house and into his kitchen opening the refigeratior looking around and grabbing two protein shakes out setting them on the counter and closing the refigeratior door and opening up the freeze door grabbing a few hot pockets throwing them into the microwave shaking a couple of pieces of ice from his hand and putting them on a minute while they cooked he'd open one of the shakes and gulp it down real quick tossing it into the trash and once the microwave stopped he'd grab his food and make his way out the door and into his car putting the other shake into his cup holder and rolled down his windows and took a few bites of his hotpocket and began pulling out his drive way through stopped when he saw a black , yellow and white object flying toward his car and he'd reach his hand out caught in it, looking towards the house he'd see Kaith standing there waving the object that was thrown was his football helmet which he threw in the back as well pulling out the driveway and heading toward school putting in one of his CDs, ( https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=py-6nu_douk ) turning up the volume in his car and turning up his bass the stereo bumping inside his car his hand tapping on the steering wheel to the beat of the song while he drove through the streets of district one the best worst place in the world , Ruji fit in well here compared to those who stayed in district two gangs, hoes, pimps, criminals, he fit right in not to say that he was ether of those things he just fit in that's all. As he drove he could see some kid getting jumped in an alleyway while he waitied at a traffic light though Ruji pay it no attention it wasnt his problem. Ruji would have pulled into the schools parking lot parking close as possible to the doors so he didn't have to walk far turning his car off he'd grab his bag and his protein shake and put it inside the bag steeping out of the car and walking through the crowd of Kids. Once he got inside the building he'd see one of his friends the two played on the football team he was he quaterback his name was Ryan. Ruji played wide out as he approached they began talking and laughing and Ryan soon started laughing as he spotted someone in the crowd of kids "hey Ruji 20 bucks I can hit that kid in the face from here" and Ruji would laugh "Bet" Ryan would have then drew his arm back " hey allen catch" he'd say before beaming the kid in the face the two of them bursting into laughter, Ruji reaching into his pocket and giving Ryan a twenty dollar bill before running over to the kid and picking up the football "your suppose to catch with your hands" he'd taunt before jogging back over to his friend and shaking up " hey watch this image get that girl with the white hair over there too" and Ryan would have drawn his arm back about to throw it at her though Ruji would have grabbed his arm amd shook his head and Ryan would laugh "what's sup don't tell me your big on that whole dont hot girls shit" " "no not really " and with that the two would shake up once more before Ruji walked off through the crowds of people shaking up with a few off his friends as he walked and made his way to the lunch room vending machines grabbing some snacks out of filling his bag and by a few I mean almost all of the shit out the machine , Ruji ate constantly throughout the day it was like the kid had an Neverending hole from a stomach after he was done he'd hear announcement saying where to get their schedules and he'd go to his locker grabbing his uniform jacket and putting it on he always left it in his locker he always got the same one each year, he didn't follow the uniform rule completely but just enough where he won't get into to much trouble he'd then begin to make his way to the main office-
Uub: ((https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXYq9ImJIN8 ))
Birds of prey hummed a prepossessing tune; or more so an exceptional one - which in all aspects acted as a facade of their sole being and malevolent approach. Rhythms - falling prey to eccentric chants of awes and glory, in dire need of a repeated outcomes. “Encore” they all shout - unaware of the main event and it’s ‘explosive’ aftermath, their common thirst - quenched at the soothing rhythm of the birds tunes that had been worthy to make a deaf man dance. These were the acts of manipulation; tending to a being's desire while taking away the proper equipment one would need to oppose you; - reeling you in like a mouse to its utter and affirmed demise. Sounds cynical, don’t it ? - This train of thought, would not have acted without it’s prime conductor, - his head remained held high absent of any sort of worries; chiseled blocks of white lubricated with loads of saliva acted as a rebound to the flaring entity of a sun that emitted it’s dynamic yellow hue.
“Lovely day, isn’t it ?” He’d softly say to himself and In it’s conclusion sealing his charmed widen smile beneath the grasps of his firm, flares of pink lips. A, gentle grin would have been a bliss - slowly creeping it’s way from cheek to cheek; shying into the natural glow of his naked - olive skin that whimpered beneath the fangs of his ashen hair which protruded hints of a nightly black. His steps, were soft - but it’s echo’s remained heavy, even upon entering the engaged hallways, which flooded of both slang and profanity; draining of a hefty aroma consisting of both piss stained floors and neglectful adolescents acted as nothing to him.
The gentle taps his tailored boots made against the tiled halls had been all he heard along with the sudden glares that he himself within the barrier of his cynical and tampered mind converted into chants of awes and glory amongst his presence. “ Tobi, a few questions please ?” A feline voice would have broken his concentration, which in time been the upbringing of a look of dismay, which he’d revert back to a smile before prowling his heels and turning to the women. “Sure, of course.”
He’d confirm with joy his cool blue irises emitted a soft glow resembling the depths of greenland at the midst of its heaviest blizzard read her. It stripped her naked while eating at the cage concealing her tired heart; he’d been in no mood to be bothered; not a monday morning - how dare she ? As these thoughts raced across Tobi’s mind a gentle smile would have accompanied his face. “ Tobi, I’m Melissa Snodgrass editor of the school's year book , I’ve been tasked with asking you a few questions in terms of the upcoming class elections. Where you’ll be running against Naomi Edwards - and a handful of other certified students. What are your thoughts on Kasaihana High, and how are you the better candidate for this school's future ? “ Melissa's voice would have been daring - with hints of feisty; she’d know what she was doing he could see it through the ocular lens that intercepted his cool blues from touching her violet irises. She’d , been ok on the eyes nothing a bit of mascara couldn't doll up. She.b benn a carrier of blonde strands that in time fused into heavy pig-tails.
Pigtails, in high school ? Really ? - Eh, it was nothing Tobi wouldn’t pull on if they’d been sharing a bed together. “Well, Melissa is it ? Lovely, name. I’d say almost as lovely as you but I suppose - that be a lie, since in reality it pales in comparison to your beauty. But, despite that - to answer your question, Do I love Kasaihana High ? Very Dearly. Im almost certain - that love is slightly lacking in aspects of which I feel for this school. But, if there’s anything greater then Love, then that's how I feel for the school.
As, for the other candidates - I'm sure they’ll make lovely Class Presidents, but this school doesn’t need “lovely” It needs prosperity, - greatness , hope - and a load of better school lunches. Haha, but honestly I can bring the spirit back to school spirit - I am that guy, I’ll bring in more charities - so we can fund school clubs, academics - sports and bring in more. I’ll ensure School bullying is at an all time lo- “ Tobi would have stopped at sight of a young boy being humiliated by the school's jocks, having a football launched right at him. He would have quickly, cleared his throat - and pull the girl away from the scene as quickly as he can. He’d then revert his eyes back to hers - she’d seem lost in his touch as her cheek flared a fiery red. “ Are you ok ? “ He’d quickly ask in which she quickly shot back a fiery response “ YES - I mean, lovely response Tobi, you definitely have my vote ! “ Tobi would have left her with a gentle nod followed by an innocent smile. She would have hurried - off leaving Tobi in her absence. Tobi, set another gentle gaze at the young beaten boy once more - he’d simply shrug before softly whistling wandering off to retrieve his schedule.
Ryoji: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1ila1dXb8o&index=75&list=PLYNBny7IRlVkGIvnkPjuzjEbsd-FMC8T9 ) Cho would’ve already been up in the morning two hours before it was time to go to school. This cool morning he’d have been dressed in an all grey sweat suit, with a towel wrapped around his neck tucked inside of the collar of the sweater. Running and jobbing behind a white van, and atop of this white van would’ve been none other than the infamous loud mouth Yakuza boss, head of the Shinpaku Federation Connor Ryoji. Sitting atop the van in an Indian style position, Connor would’ve been chewing on a piece of straw switching it from one corner of his mouth to the other. “You know I feel like you’d be faster if we took off the weighted sweat suit.” Cho coughed bit struggling to talk as the 100 extra pounds on his body jingled and jiggled with his jogging movement. “You said! cough if I take it off! cough cough My after school routine would’ve been doubled!” “Yeah I know but you damn sure aint getting anywhere at this rate. Maybe 100 pounds was to much…I should really listen to my wife some time…….yeeeeeeeeah no. MUSH!” Cho would’ve dragged himself along groaning in pain “Whyyyyy-hy-hy-hyyyyy!”
The following hour would’ve consisted of straight jogging for about 5 city blocks thus only giving Cho one more hour to sleep one more time. As he used this hour to sleep his eyes had snapped open realizing he was completely late this time around cho shot up only to shake his head. “I’m gonna have to talk to him bout this early morning stuff…” Cho Kiriyu is your typical asian martial artist. He's not exactly the most muscular or buff indidvidual but he has a very regular workout routine and diet that keep him in fairly good shape. He has slicked back black hair, short, but well kept, brown eyes, and a tough demeanor. He never really seems to be all the way there by the way he gazes at things, but you can tell he's the type to pay attention to his surroundings by habit. Cho is very quiet and not very talketive at all in the slightest. Once you get to know him however, he's actually quite the little comdian. He always keeps an open and keen mind, but does suffer from ADHD so he can be very shortly attentive at times. That being said he tends to keep his cool even in situations he shouldn't, but it's little things that can and will set his temper off. Martial arts is his outlet, allowing him to vent his frustrations silently rather than needing someone to talk to. Cho went about his routine, shower, shave (pretends) and eating the left over breakfast his mom cooked only to make his way towards the door. “Cho sweetie did you grab your lunch?”
Cho turned around to see his mom back in full health. This made Cho smile and remember what all of this was for. It was Mr. Connor and Mrs. Yumi that helped him free himself from the Inugami Clan’s grip and save his mother, getting himself right back right and her. ‘I got it mom thanks. I’ll see you after school okay?” “Alright Cho. Remember no fighting okay? Not unless it’s in the Karate club.” “Yes m’am.” Cho turned around and made his way out of the door. He caught the city metro in district one, stepping onto the bus. Cho waved to the bus driver. “Heeeey Miss Jackson.” The large boned black woman looked him up and down before rolling her eyes. “Lemme guess you need ANOTEHR ride to school withco late ass.” Cho smiled with a toothy grin. “I was up pretty…late.” “Mmmhmm. Lucky I like lil Asian boys.” She winked at him and Cho nervously smiled, getting on the middle seats and shaking his head. “I can’t keep flirting forever for free rides. I wish Connor would hurry up and pay me. I’m starting to think he’s not as rich as he keeps telling me.” The bus took Cho to the front of the school. It was dormant at this point, stepping off of the bus. It was chilly out so he wore a black hoodie over a black thermal long sleeve shirt. He wore a matching pair of black blue jeans and some white shoes. Cho had in his backpack his books, his laptop and as his sketchbook and pencils, for his manga that he liked to draw entitled “Dogs of War” and the other idea called “Fist.” He wore an extra tackle bag that had his karate gi in it for the Karate Club. Pressure was on as there was the county school tournament coming up in a few weeks. Something he wasn’t looking to. Not when he had cage fights back to back between all of this. Though Mrs.Yumi always healed him up and knew how to make him awake and alert. He’s also been learning a lot lately from Mr.Connor even though its through…resentment. Hearing the last bits of the announcement about an assembly, Cho made his way into the school. He’d head to the main office and find the wall of school schedules. Picking the one that had his name on it, he’d look it over and with raised brows, he’d start to make his way out of the office before the desk assistant caught him.”Cho?” Cho turned and she adjusted her glasses giving him a look. “Try to have some better attendance this time around yeah? I’ve heard about your mom how’s she doing?” “Great, thanks for asking….and it’ll be better this year. I’ve got…plenty of reason’s to keep my on straight.” Cho turned and started heading to his homeroom classroom. Looking left and right and going about his business.
Jin: ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NiM5ARaexPE&index=20&list=LLJ65zcBe4lJxq336oR7ogJA ) *Buzz*Buzz* Rolling off his bed Zachariah head would slam against the floor waking him up instantly. " Fuck! " Slowly getting up rubbing the top of his head Zach would notice the time 8:08 " Oh shit im late... YO BRO WAKE UP We OVER SLEPT.." Turning to the other side of the room Zach would notice his brothers stuff gone it seemed that bitch nigga already left, " This nigga could've woken me up.." Zach complained tossing the sheets that where wrapped around him, he was in his blue boxers shorts. Slowly dragging himself towards his bathroom rubbing his eyes he walked over to his shower turning it on awaiting for the shower to get hot Zach soon heard his Laptop buzzing quickly racing to it he would click his skype, what people didnt really know was Zach was an heavy Roleplayer he spent hours and his days typing well when he isnt smoking that is, Soon reading he would see one of his messages. Thun: Yo Zach I deleted your page without letting you know know why? Zach Types - : Cause your Thun? Thun: Now Cause im a king and you a Jester b Gro: - Sips Ice tea - Jay - Yo Bitch Nigga where my post. - Zach - Yeah well I have go to school guys first day. * Crash*
Just as Zach was typing his foster dad would bust through the door in his bathrobe : ZACH! Why you got the water runing thats 45 cents a min boy! Go get your ass in that shower!: " Sorry dad.. I over slept someone unpluged my clock..." : Yeah I did you know you cant tell time in your sleep boy thats 2 cents a hour..: Quickly running in the shower Zach would began scrubbing down his body - Mins later - Zach would come out the shower before placing on his clothes, a pair of black jeans, his beanie, Black shirt with an blue jean jacket and blue Vans. Once he was dressed he would pick up his bookbag and cell phone before racing downstairs, Before he even made it outside he heard his mother calling him in the Kitchen racing he would see his mother holding out 100 dollars. : Here give 50 to your brother Thats for helping with dinner last night i know you and your brother is always busy now.. It was glad to have a family night.. : Quickly placing the money in his pocket Zach would smirk as he thought : Well looks like i win this round TObi aint getting shit..: " It was cool mommy dukes but I have to go im late..." : Alright.. Oh Zach.. It seems there this kid going around spray painting it better not be you or your brother cause i swear if i ever catch you two spray patining ima shove my foot so far up your behind you will have toes for teeth!: " Yeah mom ofcoruse it wasnt us ha ha ha.. Well I gotta go bye!" Quickly going out the door he would pick up his Longboard that was sitting outside.
Putting on his headphones he would allow one of his fav song to play. ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aq5j6sE0i88 <- Shit lit ) Pushing off his right foot Zach would be on his way to school curising in the street passing through cars and traffic he would began to eye the girls that where inside their car quickly strolling up he would lean on there car while it was on a red light before speaking to the red head " So baby, What's your name? " She at first looked annyoned so he skated off to his favorite Deli once inside he took off his headphones and heard the store song that played (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMzDoFuVgRg) : I Milly Rock any block : He heard walking to the counter he would speak " Yo boss let me get a Bluntvile 3 for 1... and a lighter" : Alright my man.. : Qucikly giving the man a dollar and taking the bluntvile he would walk out the store opening the package as he soon began to roll up a blunt it took him seconds as it was perfectly rolled he would light it and push off again now heading for school. Skating down an hill holding his balance as he saw his school a few blocks head. ( http://pa1.narvii.com/5732/acbc080bd47114d4cbbe07e66e571e8480a62de8_hq.gif <-- How he skated ) While he was skating his left hand reached in his back pocket as he pulled out an joint quickly lighting and inhaling the purple kush Zach skating enchanted greatly performing olies, as he made it in front of his school he would notice all the students who were entering.
( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r9gz0Z9yV1k ) Clipping his blunt he would slide it in his ziplock bag that was inside his bag, dropping on his eye drops Zach would walk inside holding his Longboard by the brim, the school was huge he already got stares he stood out a bit but not as much as that loser nigga that got his ass beat. Zach heard he would soon walk over to an group of guys who was watching the recording it was BuzzStar he saw Allen getting recked it was a bit funny but he hated to watch those kind of videos it was in human to him. Going to his locker Zach would place his Longboard inside before turning to see his brother his eyes as he would quickly attempt to rush over to him " Hey bitch nigga *Agh! Zach would then bump into a female who was walking the halls who seemed to be getting a lot of attettion with other guys. Looking at her he would hear this in his head ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHa07adEmOg) : Damn You can’t be my first, but you could be my next.
: He would say in his head looking at her assest but quickly giving eye contact " Oh sorry about that I always end up bumping into cute chicks" He would say always coming with the pick up lines
Kaiuri: ( https://m.youtube.com/watch?list=PL86E8E3F409C4E7B8¶ms=OAFIAVgE&v=fOXW8DDSH9Q&mode=NORMAL )
" No, Jace ! Give it back ! " Kelsie yelped. The poor two year old struggled on the tips of her tiny toes as she reached up and over her head towards her stolen play pal. " Give 'em back, give 'em back ! " The little girl pleaded with all her might for her tattered hybrid bunny bear. Jason just held the dank doll up higher in the air. The immature eight year old boy shook the stuff animal with its poorly miss matched and mocked poor baby Kelsie, " I'm Kelsie. I'm a crybaby. I whine and snot whenever someone takes my doooodoooo dollyyy. Waaah-Waaah-Waaahhh. " He mimicked the young girl's voice in a very poor fashion. " You're such a crybaby, shut up ! Why do you even like this crappy toy anyways ? It looks like it has rabbies and cuddies. " He tossed the floppy eared stuffed toy around with its matted fur. You could tell that it was a very well loved toy. You could see that it was cared for everyday and Kelsie did just that. Her small stubby fingers always wrapped around that ploppy bear bunny's nubby arm. She held it with her wherever she went. The two were virtually inseparable. Kelsie stared up at the four foot tall bully with wet eyes, her peachy cheeks flushed with frustration. " GIVE IT BACK ! " She rushed forwards with muffin topped fists and whaled on him. Her fists punching relentlessly with all her might, she was so desperate. " That's my doll, my mommy made him for me ! That's my doll ! " And even though he heard the desperation in her voice, Jason still persisted. Instead of just holding it high above her, he took it to another level. " I wonder, " The demon boy inquired. " How well did she put him together ? " His hands gripped one of the floppy ears on the bear bunny and he began to pull. Kelsie screeched in horror as he began to rip the stuffed animal apart. It's stitching unraveled and the ear ripped off. " No ! No ! Stop it ! " Her tears fled to the carpet she stood on and snot began drippy from her puffy red nose. How could one kid be so cruel ?
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Nanalee stepped lively down the hallway on her way to find the stairs. ' Running late, running late, running late, running late !' Her mind spazzed. Her feet were going so fast that her shoes scuffed harshly against the carpet. She was clad in her school uniform with a quick made piece of jelly toast caught in between her teeth. Her hearty chestnut hair was bundled beneath her red scarf. Her ears heard the crying and tortured screaming as she continued to walk down the hall. Feet scuttled across the floor beneath her and she made haste to see what was happening. When Nanalee finally turned the corner she stopped momentarily. Big bold citrus eyes, the color of grapefruit stared at the scene she saw before her. " Why you -- ! " Nanalee rushed over to the two children and quickly snatched the toy animal from the boy. Plucking the back of his collar, she yanked him off the ground and dangled him in the air while scolding him. " Just what do you think you are doing, little man ? " Her voice was heated. It wasn't the first time she had caught him picking on the poor girl and she knew that, sadly, it wouldn't be the last either. Nanalee glared daggers at the jerk, " I swear this is the billionth time that I have caught you being a brat bully. If I catch you again I'll make you starve for the next week at dinner, you snot nosed jerk ! " Her voiced was raised as she threatened not to feed him, but it was with cause. " Now, beat it. Scram ! " She opened the palm of her hand and he dropped to the floor, scrambling down the hall and back up to his room. Nanalee huffed a strand of hair out of her face before turning to look down at the young toddler. Her eyes were red and her nose was puffed up and runny. It broke Nanalee's heart. " Hey there, Pumpkin Butt . . . " Nanalee smiled sweetly to the little girl. Her nickname was silly, but it was rightfully given. Kelsie's orange hair and freckled face reminded Nanalee of a buttered up baby pumpkin. " He's gone now. " She rubbed the small girl's head as she continued to cry. Her breathing turned to hiccups. Kelsie sniffled, " He tore it . . . H . . . He tore . . . i . . . i . . . it. " She mourned for her stuffed animal. Nanalee looked at her other hand which held the worn out animal and its severed ear. Ahw, crap. That butthead ! Nanalee repressed a growl. She looked over at the blue eyes blubber. " I know he did, " Her slender fingers ran through Kelsie's hair. It was tough growing up in foster care. It was especially tough when you were so young and living in a house full of other foster kids who all had difficult backgrounds. Nanalee lifted the girl's chin up and wiped the tears slipping down her rosy red cheeks. " Look, go put ' Momo Bear ' in me and Shanti's room. Hide him under my pillowcase and I will stitch him back up when I get home this afternoon ? Okay ? " Kelsie's face began to brighten up and the tears stopped pouring. The toddler nodded and took the stuffed toy in her hands and ran to the bedroom with her tiny feet pitter patting down the hall. Nanalee stood back up and picked up her school bag with a sigh. Just a day in the life . . . She shouldered her bag and headed out the door towards school.
Turning the gate into Kasaihana high school, there was always something happening on the other side. Nanalee stared at the multitude of students that stood and hung out collectively in the courtyard. Her eyes flickering from side to side as she walked towards the school's front doors. This is usually where the antisocialness sets in. Her fingers gripped at the red scarf around her neck and she tugged it up higher over her face. Essentially, she blended in with the crowd and was rarely sought out. Her specialty -- Wallflower. And it had its perks. Such as not being noticed and being left alone. She liked keeping to herself. The withdrawal she had developed over the years past could speak for themselves for sure. Quiet. Rarely would she speak in class. And that wasn't about to change. Although, there was the occasional incidents where she would suddenly become a super clutz and do nothing BUT become the center of attention. In the most negative way possible. Only she could manage that. But not this year. She thought to herself and gripped firmly at the strap of her bag. Nanalee Hael will not be a clutz. As she passed through the front doors of the school, someone caught her attention. " Nanalee ! " A familiar voice sounded. " Huh ? " Nanalee spun around to see who had called her name. THUD ! One of the doors to the front of the school swung smack into her face. She was stunned. " Owowowowowowow . . . " She said backing away from the door. Nanalee rubbed the side of her face as she looked up to see her friend Zed. He was tall and lanky with string beans for arms and legs. At a whooping height of 6'7, Zed could pass easily as one of the tallest underclassmen.
" Oops . . . Sorry, shortstuff. " He apologized and scratched his nose awkwardly. " I didn't know you were gonna turn around so quickly. " He closed the door behind him. Nanalee stood a little more than a foot and a half less than him. She shrugged and rubbed her cheek, " It's cool, " She laughed a bit before kicking him in the knee. Zed buckled and held his knee, " Ow ! You minimonster ! " His short jokes and nicknames were plentiful. Nanalee was used to it by now though. She giggled at the painful expression on his face. " That's what you get you big jerkoff. Now, c'mon. Have you got your schedule yet ? " She looked up at Zed and walked with him towards the office. The tall towering male shook his head, " Nah, I was heading over there now actually. Oh and when we're in math class, you're gonna let me borrow your notes, right ? Riiiiight ? " He nudged his friend girl's shoulder. Nanalee shook her head, " Haha, yea sure. How do you even know if we are gonna be in math class together this year ? We could get different classes this year. " She thought momentarily on past times when Zed would copy her notes after napping in class. He had always struggled with staying awake and learning equations. Zed just tossed her a look with his right brow raise, " You're joking right ?Nanalee. We've had the same math classes since grade school. I think I know. " She thought about his statement and gave a mild nod of her head. "Yea, good point. " She smiled as they rounded the corner into the front office and got in line to receive their schedules.
Cambodian Devil: ( http://youtu.be/jPQSlpOj4ls )
She swayed her hips to the beat as the music blasted through her head phones, hair swishing from side to side as she sang along to the song.
I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make 'em all day
_I get one down in a second if you wait
I fly like paper, get high like planes_
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make 'em all day
I get one down in a second if you wait
Sometimes I think sitting on trains
Every stop I get to I'm clicking my gun
Everyone's a winner we're making that fame
Bonafide hustler making my name
Yuki!... Yuki!...
Sometimes I think sitting on trains
Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game
Everyone's a winner now we're making that fame
Bonafide hustler making my name
YUKI SATO YOU GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!
Footsteps trotted down the stairs, and one could hear the loud exclaims of consistent sorries when a girl with cherry blossom colored hair that reached down past her butt and matching colored eyes tripped on the fourth step from the second floor, and rolled down the stairs, grunts of pain and whines echoing through the two story house and then a slam, matching the rhythm and lyrics to Paper Planes.
All I wanna do is /BANG BANG BANG BANG/ (Her rolling down the stairs)
And /Gun Cock and Register Ring/ ( Impact with the wall )
And take your money
Yin let out a heavy sigh and stepped into the hallway, catching sight of her clumsy, 17 year old daughter with her face slammed against the wall. The comical position was a normal thing to see, especially from the adolescent. Slowly, the girl's face slid down the wall, leaving streaks of blood before she popped off with a... Pop.
"Itai..." The girl whimpered and held her face in her hands, wincing and hissing from the ache. "I think I really broke my nose this time..."
"Yuki. Hurry up, will you? Sarai-Kun is waiting for you in the car. You're going to be late!" Yin shoved her daughter's book bag, filled with everything she needs, including her Hologram Pads and an emergency chocolate stash. Rushing into the car, Yuki waved goodbye to her mother and was taken to Kasaihana High, or K-High, located in District One. Yuki nervously fidgeted in her seat.
Back at her private schools, Yuki never really fit in. With her unnatural pink hair and eyes, she was an outcast and was bullied. Yin never allowed Yuki to fight, disregard the duties in which her family serves within the Sangokushi, or also known as the "Three Kingdoms," consisting of, and in order: the Yoru, the Shiro, and finally the Sato; force, stealth, and strategy. Yuki was ready to take on the duties of which her mother has yet to give, but her studies came first. She was the top of her class each year, so she didn't need to worry. She was born for it.
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Arriving at the gates, she gave Sarai a quick wave and rushed in. By the time she made it inside, her face was flushed from the sudden sprints she did to get in before the bell. A cold chill ran down her spine from all the stares and her face turned completely red. She felt small in her uniform of white and black. A black sweater rested over her button-up white blouse, adorned with a cute black necktie, and matching black skirt, stockings and shoes. She was on the verge of passing out when an unexpected hand landed on her shoulder, and a deep baritone voice mumbled in her ear: "They're gonna eat ya alive if ya keep lookin' this good, girlie."
Nothing past that was heard because an ear piercing scream sounded throughout the hallway as Yuki ran down the corridors, arms flailing with tears pouring from her eyes like waterfalls. It wasn't until she made impact with another body that she stopped her random running, not being able to see much from her tears.
"OOMPH!" The impact knocked the wind out of her and she hit the floor with a heavy thud, groaning softly. "G-gomen-n-nasai..."
Her bright eyes opened to stare at the boy she had unintentionally knocked over during her frightened run. Her eyes roamed over his features: slick, onyx hair, and... Brown eyes?, with fair skin. She got on to her hands and knees and slowly crawled forward, reaching out to him hesitantly.
"I'm s-sorry... Are you alright?"
Tay: Moena, holding her DS close to her face was button mashing as she sat in the lunchroom with some of her friends before class. She'd already gotten her schedule early on in the day, so she didn't have to. In front of her was a breakfast her father made for her, a big one as he swore Moena didn't eat enough. However, right now it was at the mercy of her friends who were picking at it; mostly fighting over the bacon. She looked up from the game as the tray went flying, flipping over it handed on the floor. Moena and her friends looked on in horror as the eggs, bacon and other breakfast items were scattered around the now upside down tray. They stared at it, quietly until the janitor came to clean it up and they were still silent until Moena burst up onto the table and stood with her hands on her hips. "YOU SEE THAT MY COMRADES? THAT IS ART, THE FLEETING MOMENT OF THE MASTER PIECE THAT WAS TAKEN AWAY FROM US!" She yelled standing on the table as her friends looked up at her and nodded on agreement. She continues on. "FOR THERE IS NO GREATER ART THAN ART THAT DOESN'T LAST-" Until she was interupted, "WHY DO YOU DRAW THEN." She stopped and bent over on the table and poke her friend in the nose. "Silly girl I draw because I must, Not all art can be fleeting." With that she plopped down on the table and they all stared at each other until they all burst into laughter. Yelling things similar to what she said, taking turns standing on the table. They continued on like this until the bell rang much to the other students happiness and getting the loud 'Art kids' to shut up. The group left the lunchroom and dropped each other in order of what classes they happened to pass. Soon it was only Moena and her friend. Moena was listening to the girls iPod with her as she had discovered a band they both liked. Turning into the math class Moena and her friend took a seat on the back, Moena in the last row and the girl in front of her, Moena usually ignored the dress code, why should she follow it? She had straight A's she didn't need to dress like the rest of the plebs. So her friend was chastising her for it. Wearing a over-sized white tank top, under a olive green bomber jacket, she slid her hands in her pockets and sank in her seat. Her legs, clad in black tights ended in black Doc Martins. She nodded as her friend said she'd get in trouble but...she really didn't care. So she put her finger on her nose and very loudly yelled "BOOP!" Causing the other kids to stop talking and look at them. Moena giggled and took out her drawing pad and began to quickly draw the girls shocked face. "I love that wtf face." She giggled as she looked up and told her 'Hold that face Daaaaahling.~" In a fake accent. She put her nose to her pad and began drawing.
Nessa: Lulu's right eye twitched hearing her alarm go off...she slammed her hand on her clock.. turning it off quickly... The blonde was about to be sent off to live off in a filthy apartment,bought by her rich parents of New Vegas. They had told her.. if she had misbehaved... they would of tolerated it.. but changing her whole appearance demeanor... into a rather masculine style... it was bound for her to be sent off.. so she hadn't embarassed the family.. Her mother... had scolded and branded her the black sheep of the family...After Lulu cut her beautiful blonde hair... tied her breasts in a tight bandage to hide her breasts... wearing her fathers clothes. The confused teen was unsure of what she wanted.. being the average teenager that goes through phases.. Her rich parents never cared for her on the inside on how she felt.. but the outside on how she looked.. No-one looked beyond Lulu's castle's walls. Being solitude from other kids.. and was once homeschooled.. The blonde teen had enough from that bullshit..They quickly changed her name.. to Luke Smith,since she wanted to become a "Boy" It had to been done..plus she was being relocated.. hiding her from her own relatives and her parents friends
..( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0KiJZOyuWo ). Now being within the present, sitting there in her parents vehicle.. they arrived at the school gates.. Luke scoffed as she was now refered to as "he". His mother turned in disgust..eying her new son up an down.."Now if you misbehave here.. thats it you little shit.. you homless.. That apartment aint fucking free.. always seeing you wanna hang with the low lives.. helping out the needy..get the fuck out my CAR." Throwing the blonde teen a credit card... thus hearing his father speak when he got out the car.. "You get 5k a month , make it last..I dont care what you do now..See ya!" WIth that they left there flesh n blood.. with a key to his new apartment... and a credit card with cash in it..Luke blinked.. staring at his uniform they forced him to wear.. "Well atleast it aint a fuckin skirt.. thats for sure! Tch!" Being a homeschooled kid.. he has alot of trouble socializing.. due to the solitude and hard studying as a child..With that he barged in the gates.. arching an eyebrow.. looking at his crumbled schedule.. before two big motherfuckers came from behing Luke... shoving the twink looking male to the floor.."Well look what we got here.. a faggot looking shit head eh?!" "The blonde femine looking male stood up.. picking up his schedule..giving the two a smugged look.. obviously from the look of there tight looking uniforms they went here.. Luke began to speak.."eeeeeeh? Faggot? Oh right. Yeah yeah I look like Twink.. now are we gonna fight..or am I have to slap your crotch around to get you away from me.. hmmmm?" Some of the school girls over heard the blonde teen.. having hearts an daydreaming over him..A little crowd surrounded them, with Luke taking a step forth.. Gazing at them with his blue oceanic eyes...Taunting the two large brutes. He spoke in a calm sarcastic tone.."Ah? not gonna beat my twink looking ass up? Get out my sight" Scoffing he had turned,causing his new fangirls to bounce around with there large tits fluttering around...Hearing comments like.."EYAAAH WHOS THAT HES SO GORGEOUS LOOK AT HIS SKIN ITS SO SOFT LOOKING~" "IS HE NEW? HES SO BRAVES MMM" Luke looked over at the flock of spurting vagina juice.. giving them that look like he wants to fuck the shit outta them... They all nosebled.. with the blonde 16 year old male.. laughing his way into the halls. Until he reached his first class..Math.."Motherfucker.. of all the fuckin classes to start.. Ah fuck it.." Standing there for a moment...He slid into class quickly... Scattering his goofy short self straight to the back of the class.. Not trying to draw attention.. Because that wasn't his thing.. and Besideds the Young teen was new after all.."Greeeatt Cant wait to get into my Pad.. an Just fap the fuck out.. in peace.. Better be internet in that apartment.. Ill spam that old bags email.." With that he leaned back.. amongst his seat... kicking his legs up.. his arms behind his head..Awaiting for this day to be damned over with..
Malicious: The chilly air picks up around a walking Naomi Edwards, a honey toned long haired brunette with piercing hazel eyes and a 16 year old figure, that was her age after all. The non altered school uniform adorned the well developed students body, knee high socks hugged just below her thighs while the skirt covered full hips and the button up shirt without a wrinkle in sight wrapped around perky breasts and a well toned stomach. The shoes were actually boots though as she enjoyed that little bit of fashion since she has to set an example for school conduct. Placing dainty fingers up to brush the bangs from her face the moment the wind blows in her direction, it brought a sort of relaxed smile to the brunette to see the weather wasn't all too bad this season not too cold, not too hot. Though the morning was starting out beautiful the moment Naomi turns the corner in to the gates of the school--she realizes just what kind of school Kasaihana High really is. A whole bunch of altered uniforms, inappropriate dress codes, smoking of all kind and bullying....
Hazel hues narrow in annoyance at the unacceptable behavior the student body were known for and usually Naomi would simply continue in to the building and work harder to become school president knowing she could get results as a whole rather than dealing with it one by one...but the moment a football goes soaring over to a boy and hitting him right in the face, her eye twitches as her fangs are bared. "Thats. IT!!" Holding on tight to her book bag, she tosses it over her shoulder and begins to make her way over to the incident--until a giant group of females all came squealing over and grabbed her. "Wah!" "Nao-chaaaann!! Where have you been!? Why aren't you riding around in the town car?" "Naomi did you walk here?! Ew what if you got blisters?" "Come on we have to get you ready!!"
All the voices at once didn't annoy the female it merely made her give out a smile as she tried to calm them down. "Guys! I decided to walk I wanted to relate better to the students who dont get rides like we do. I'll be right with you in a second I just have to deal with these bull--" "So you DID walk?! What's the point in owning a town car if you don't get to have someone drive you around?!" To that question Naomi wouldn't bother answering knowing full well her friends wouldn't understand. "Look I just have to deal with something really quick and--" "No way! Millisa is interviewing the candidates running for school pres! That fuck boy Tobi already went!" Her hands are grabbed on to and in all honesty Naomi did have plenty of strength to pull them off but it wasn't a very good look. Hazel eyes trail back over to the boy who had gotten hit only to see a girl speaking to him seemingly in a nice manner and offering him something. Well...at least someone had tried to be nice and with a nod of approval she allows herself to be dragged inside. "Alright alright I'm going stop pulling!" The brunette is released as the girls all crowded her...this was her posse after all, they supported her presedential run and helped get votes. If by now it wasn't noticed, Naomi happens to be one of the most popular girls in Kasaihana Highschool and not by bitchy behavior or sexual under tones. You can save all that drama for the movies, Naomi became popular through dedication and hard work...plus it helps when you're the daughter of a powerful Yakuza boss it teaches you pretty interesting leadership skills. (And maybe she had a sort of intimidating aura about her)
While Naomi seemed all nice she wasn't a sickly sweet 16 year old who giggled at everything and played dumb. Top of her classes, joined the swim team and the archery club not to mention the wrestling team. She was an over achiever to the fullest and didn't slack when it came to her academics, running for president was just another over achieving accomplishment she was determined to win. Entering the school after a long winter break one of the girls hands Naomi her class schedule having gotten it for her. She thanks her with a nod and gazes at the paper. "Hm not ideal classes maybe I should sign up for AP." The intercom turns on and she hears the principal all the while going through her locker, giving it a lame expression with the way the man speaks to the students. "Somethings never change..." She was ready for the assembly today not nervous in the slightest. She was a wolfblood after all and she bore a very high dose of confidence...she planned to eat the others alive at that assembly. With a slight smirk at the thought she slams the locker door shut and turns, walking with the other females to their first class of the day....
Ohkaye: She was new, but these halls weren't foreign--though seeing bodies finally fill the empty walkways was quite strange.
A farm girl from the edges of the district, she joined the Kendo club after seeing that some of the members were passionate enough to come to school during the break. She had wandered the halls of this place--of course, accompanied by her bamboo shinai being drug behind her. Her blue eyes had searched the cracks in the school, looked for adventure behind every door, but mostly only found teachers getting high together or boning on their rickety tables. Questionable actions from the so called "role models" of the school. This was a large departure from what she was used to in her quiet town that rimmed district one and two.
Her hair was pulled away from her butterscotch colored face, the spiralling brown curls tamed for the moment, as she wiped the sweat from her forehead using the raggedy practice kimono before packing it away. She tilted her head and looked at her sparring partner as he took a swig of water from a bottle, running a tanned hand through his black hair that seemed to be dipped in a glazing of blue in bright enough light. Upsetting. She'd definitely brought that water for herself. She frowned as he looked over at her, downing most of it after seeing her upset face. He smirked, wiped his mouth then threw her his sloppy seconds. She stuck her tongue out in response but after trying to taunt him back she realized it was best to just drink what was left. At least try to rehydrate a little bit.
"Looks like I'm finally going to be considered the new girl." Accelia said as she fixed her buttons on her shirt and brushed out any wrinkles. "Any tips?"
"Just try not to die on the first day in, kid." Their fiery haired kendo teacher walked in, returning from his bathroom break to get redressed. Accelia laid back against the hardwood of their mock dojo, sighing heavily to herself. "This school is a cesspool of gangsters and rejects. Expect to at the very least be stabbed. But if you make it past your first day then you'll probably make it through the rest of the year."
"Well, doesn't sound too tough when you put it that way, sensei." Accelia said with a roll of her eyes. She brought out her back up bottle of water, having correctly predicted that Karu to down most of her first bottle. She untied her hair and let it bounce to her shoulder blades. "Hopefully Karu will have my back though, right?" Turning to the dedicated student she'd found practicing here, by himself, in this very room, only a few weeks ago. She sipped at her new bottle of water as she waited for her answer.
But she didn't have to wait long, soon her it was obvious how he really felt. He raised his brow at her as he shouldered his backpack. He walked over to her, his eyes calm but intentions very clear. Accelia was too late to act in defense. Still taking a swig from the bottle as he approached across the room in one smooth movement, he snatched the bottle from her hands and downed the rest of the contents in what seemed to be a single gulp. Once again, disappointing.
"I'll take that as a resounding no..." Accelia said sadly as he handed the bottle back to her with a contented smile just as the announcements rang out from rattling speakers in the old room. An assembly for student council presidential candidates? That piqued her interest. She and Kuro had already retrieved their class schedules earlier in the morning, since practice started an hour ago. Finding they shared a few classes, but not as many as Accelia wanted. 'Well, at the very least parts of the day would be bearable.' She thought to herself, watching her new friend. Although he harrassed her she was pretty sure he could be relied on.
Frozen Rose of the Thorns: Lucian chiming in with a comment about not dying to Accelia he'd casually announce his name and the manner that he WILL be addressed among other things.
"Lucian Rose De'la Tenkei is my name and you will call me Lucian-sensei during the days I teach you. Make sure to cleanse the body after each practice to the same extent you cleanse the soul at the start of each practice (talking about a short meditation period.)"
As far as Lucian was concerned this was all he needed to instruct now that it was the end of practice and Karu had already sparred with Accelia so from that moment on they were to do whatever they needed. Karu already starting his arrogant ways early in the day by drinking his fellow club member's water handing back the bottles when finished just because he could. Parting the yukata covering his torso Karu began unwinding the black wrappings covering the majority of his torso, the yukata limp around his waist held there by the hakama bottom. Looking at Accelia his calm demeanor giving no real insight of his intent
"You'd think right? Just don't become a nuisance and I'll cover ya ba-" Interrupted by the announcement of something regarding picking up of schedules and an assembly; the assembly would be something they'd end up going to but the two having been early to perform practice the two had already gathered their schedules. Karu returned his attention to Accelia flicking his wrist a few times while he began walking to the showers for the men following the instruction of Lucian-sensei who didn't need to mention cleaning the body surely anyone would think to do so. What wasn't noticeable while he faced Accelia but when he turned to make his way to the showers was the emblem of the Chun Hua organization (found in the pure flowers wiki page).
Assuming Accelia had done the same they'd meet back in the club room/dojo where they'd been practicing but in their uniforms or in Karu's case something quite different from dress code. Karu's air of finding himself superior to others was evident by his defiance of the dress code wearing primarily black with soft denim jeans and a shirt with one long sleeve on the left the right side having no sleeve. Of course he was wearing his custom gothic style shoes along with the accessories of his usual collar and surprisingly a long steel chain wrapped around his wrists with about three feet of slack for movement to perform his school activities, the entirety of the young mans right arm was covered in a tattoo of a tribal thorny vine spiraling counter-clockwise down the full length of his arm ending in the shape of a white chrysanthemum. Raven hair with a hint of blue under the light had droplets of warm water falling from the ends meeting the fabric of his clothes the scent he gave off was refreshing to some maybe even heavenly, wearing perfume that smelled of perfume. Not too much but just enough to smell pleasant. Picking up his things that he'd have thrown to the side when they first arrived Karu pulled a messenger bag over his right shoulder filled with just enough supplies to deal with the day while grabbing a second object connected to a red strap a carrying case with a bokken concealed inside as well as a kendo stick.
"Ah...let's go Accelia I suppose we should get this over with."
Kin Tasanagi: ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kz7smuOfIPw&list=PL2_2ohnYog3pEyiGMu5yos5WcaxpnBH0R&index=5 ) All of the students would have made there ways down to there home room class. ( All of our RPC's will be in the same home room. ) Mike took the piece of paper as he stared it over a few times. "... The Art class..." He said slanting his eyes before his eyes shot over to his home-room class room. " Mr.Conan... never heard of him. He must be new. " He looked at the photo of the white haired male on the front of the paper, tilting his head to the right before folding it up; stuffing the paper into his pocket. This only took a few seconds before he marched up to Mr. Conan's classroom with both of his hands gripping tightly to his backpack. Mr. Conan had been sliding his hands over the holographic board, the images sliding over the board to spell out ' Welcome Class !' He had been wearing a black suit, his white hair pulled up into a pony tail and both of his hands pulled behind his back. He'd smile, the grin stretching from ear to ear. Each of the students would have poured into the same room every single one of them as he nodded his head at the few that turned there attention to him. " Hello class, evening. Evening, hello! Good mourning, a wonderful day isnt it? " He said to each of the beloved students that made there way past him. Blo'Ro would have entered the room sliding his hands through his red pompadour before shaking the grease back at Mr. Conan's face. The Teacher would have used a shield of paper to guard his face before he placed it back onto the Desk grinning from ear to ear still. " Good aim. " Conan said before nodding his head and leaning forward on the desk, watching as Mike entered the room next. Using the tissue to wipe away the scuff on his cheek from the football throw he sat down in the seat in the middle of the class, where he always sat. He pulled his backpack over to the side of him. His Black School uniform had been scuffed up a bit as he tugged at the tie and sat down crossing his arms. He'd place his backpack onto the desk finally, using it as a pillow.
Once Everyone has entered and had been seated he'd continue the rest of the class, turning his head to look at the bell as the 9:00Am bell run for all of the kids to be in class and accounted for, standing with both of his arms behind his back. Mike would have sighed, turning his head to stare out of the window of the school, watching the birds fly south to avoid the horrendous colds of Kasaihana
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Ryoji: Cho would’ve been walking causally, his nose in his schedule looking over the classes he’d actually had. “Maybe I should head on to the Art Club and Karate Club and register for those this year. The rumor’s about Art Club were already full rampant amongst the chattering whispers cho could hear coming from the outside of some of the homeroom room’s he was passing by. Making his way there, he’d start murmuring outloud just what hew as going to do, until he heard a blood curtling scream coming from behind him! Cho’s eyes opened wide as he turned back to see a girl running! “Hm? Oh it’s just her.” Cho watched her and was going to watch her run down the hallway until she started actually running closer towards him! “Huh? Wait whoa, whoa, whoa!” Cho didn’t think this girl would ACTUALLY run INTO him and he was met with a rude awakening as he fell flat on his ass. "G-gomen-n-nasai..." Cho shook his head to look up and he’d blink twice. He probably would’ve been aggravated if the girl he’d bumped into was an ugly one but this one was rather cute. “Oh shit, erm.” "I'm s-sorry... Are you alright?" “Yeah, yeah I’m good, I’m Gucci I’m uh. Damn my bad, I wasn’t even paying attention.” Cho stood himself up and took her hand lightly, effortlessly pulling her up off of the floor. “You okay? You screamed bloody murder and I’m pretty sure you had your eyes closed during that entire ordeal.” Cho would’ve looked down at his watch before groaning. “You got the same homeroom as me?” If she answered yes Cho would’ve nodded. “Well hop to it we don’t have all day. Names Cho by the way, thanks for asking. “ Cho smiled , giving her a small salute for a moment before turning around and if she followed they’d pretty much end up in the same homeroom.
Cho didn’t know her name unless she told him but once in class, Cho would’ve looked at the teacher. “Teach.” Cho nodded at him, not bothering to look at him. It was another year another year he was ready to be done with. His first instinct was to make his way to the back of the class room but he saw a pretty good friend of his. In his cheesier than cheesy fashion Cho would’ve walked up to Mike pretending to DJ. “Funk master Mikey mike and the funky fresh boooooooyzzzzz. What’s up man.” Cho would’ve nudged mike with his hand before dropping his things and sitting in the seat beside him. Cho squinted his eyes for a moment. “Did you…did you get hit again? You didn’t use the guard I taught you?” Cho would’ve leaned forward for a second. “Dude we’re DUDES. We don’t have make up! If we get roughed up and get ugly we’re fucked. The pussy game.” Cho holds a thumbs down and made a fart noise with his tongue. “Down.” Cho looked at the teacher for a moment before the rest of the class. “I left my medication at the house….today’s gonna be difficult I can tell.” Cho pulled his fingerless gloves from his pocket, and put them on casually waiting for the teacher to give instruction of some kind.
Jay: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u56ydSreHXQ)
The sounds of a lighter flickering could be heard from inside the girl’s bathroom in Kasaihana High. Kenji sat in a bathroom stall as he was lighting up his first blunt of the day. Well actually his second one but he didn’t count the one from this morning. Putting the lit blunt in his mouth he breathed in the smoke inhaling it a bit before swallowing quite a bit of the smoke then letting the rest of the grey cloud of loud exit his nostrils. The moment he inhaled and got the feeling of the smoke hitting his lungs Kenji tilted his head back. “Fuuuccckkk.” He knew that It was almost time for home room, which brought him to look at his schedule seeing that he had Mr.Conan class today. “Fuck that nose…” Kenji thought to himself as he continued to smoke his five inch blunt which was slowly burning away.
Kenji didn’t too much care for the fact that he was smoking in school, it wasn’t like any school administrator would’ve done anything about it. Most of the teachers and such didn’t too much get into with the students at the school and much rather let them run rampant throughout the hell hole called a place of learning. It was actually quite pathetic to Kenji’s eyes, the way the adults were scared of the children. He chuckled to himself once he reminisced on the time he’d broken a teacher’s nose his first day at school the year before. The memory of the teacher’s disfigured nose brought a sudden joy to Kenji enough to make him sigh a bit in enjoyment.
It didn’t take long before Kenji could finish his blunt since he was taking rather long drags of smoke. Once he was finished he’d toss the small roach of a blunt in the toilet bowl and flush it down the toilet before kicking the stall door open. The moment the door opened a couple of the girls of the school looked at Kenji all of them pretty much staring at each other. The stare down went on for about a full minute before Kenji broke the silence. “What?...” With that he flew on his hood and stuffed his hands in his hoody pocket and stepped out the bathroom yawning a bit.
The white haired wolf started walking to his homeroom class smelling like a whole ounce of weed. His red eyes hung low as he lazily stepped into Mr.Conan class. Walking straight to the back he barely paid attention to the students around him before taking a seat in the back of the class. Kenji flopped himself on the chair and kicked his feet up on the desk as he looked at the class seeing a couple faces he knew already, well either knew or knew of.
Nessa: Luke looked around at the class.. blinking for a bit.. the teacher looked at him puzzled.."Uh... I don't think you are in this. Sweetheart.." "Uh Really? I thought this would be the place..." The Confused blonde grasped at his fucked up cumbled schedule pulling it to his face.( http://img02.deviantart.net/876c/i/2013/205/7/2/leo_kliesen_by_yoshi_lee-d6eysuo.png ). noticing that he had art class at first His right eye twitched.. in irritation .."Shit... of course, My first day already fucking up.."Muttering to himself.. he hadn't notice.. Four of the brutes.that sat behind them... which the two which that he had bullied the twink looking at the"Male" in anger Luke had belittled them which was uncalled for to them ,They wanted to bash on him... The blonde voice perked up a bit like a female before going back to a raspy boyish tone. placing his schedule back in his pocket... "Well , Sorry bout that.. guess I should be heading that way then!" With that he stood up an ran out the class. bumping into the desk.. knocking the teachers books over clumsily.... The Brutes that remained in math class whispered amongst one another.."Hey.. I got a plan in Lunch.. You know what Im saying ruin the twink boy. On his firt day.. A Celebration. Ya here me? I think he would be honored" "Watcha got in plan mang?" "So we pull his pants down infront of the whole school eating an shit. Like ruin that pretty boys rep. Ya know what I mean?"WIth that thugs made a grimace snicker with one another..nodding to one another... Following with The blonde male... hoping he hadn't been late to his right class..... He kicked his heels.. the soles of his shoes.. possessed gravity like wheelies ,They glowed a hue of red..this was made by one of his fathers mechanics.. which was the only way Luke could ever come out of his room within the Mansion he lived in This had.. caused him to go in a faster pace...As he reached for the room he heard the entrancing welcoming .. he pulled his right leg up.. trying to retract his wheelies until BOOM! Sliding straight into the Art Class.. " Hello class, evening. Evening, hello! Good mourning, a wonderful day isnt it? " .. smashing straight into Mr. Conan's desk."MOTHERFUCKER!!" Yelling out angerily... His forehead smashed into the edge bring a large bruise... "Q_Q... Don't cry.. That shit hurt fuck..Man Up Man up..." Luke thought to himself.. standing up. shaking his head. He waved at the Teach then he looked toward the class not making any eye contact with any of them before speaking ."Uh Yeah ! Sorry Im late went to the wrong class I'm new. Luke Smith.Whatever..". nervous.. rubbing his new bump on his head.. he ran to the back of the class... seating himself in a desk.. while pulling out a pencil from his pants... while looking down at the desk...it seemed the blonde teen wasn't sure of his surroundings of people.. all he was around was maids and butlers.. never seeing his parents... it was all new to him. Though he would of tolerated it due to the new apartment and new oppurnities,life had to offer. With that he leaned back on his chair.. kicking his right leg onto the desk.. awaiting for class to start.. tapping his pencil on his leg..
Akira"Savage" Tetsu: Ruji would have got his schedule opening the piece of paper , apparently his first class of the day was homeroom"Great just what I wanna be doing in the mornin" he'd say sighing while making his way to his designated classroom pushing his way through the wave of people blocking the hallway talking to there friends like they didn't have a care in the world, Ruji was a troublemaker to say the least but despite his odd , eccentric , and his rebellious attitude toward authority he kept up with his grades. Ruji was smart and he never had anything less than an "-A" on test, he'd have straight "A's" if he ever decided to do his homework. The teacher always tried to get him to do his work but they eventually just gave up on it. Ruji finally made it to the classroom twisting the doorknob and pushing open the door stepping inside the classroom the teacher giving him a smile and speaking to him, " Well Hello there Ruji glad to see your on time for once young man" "yeah yeah I wouldn't get used to it though" He'd say in response before walking toward the back of the classroom to his usual seat " Hey Ruji sit over here " Ruji would have looked over to see his teammate Kouke waving his hand in the air Kouke was the current current running back on the team Kouke took a liking to Ruji and always wanted to be around him though Ruji never felt the same way bout Kouke in fact Ruji found him to be rather annoying not so much his personality but the just did to much most of the time so Ruji tended to avoid him Ruji would scan the area across the room " Nah I'll pass on that " he'd say continuing walking towards the back of the classroom leaving poor Kouke with a sad face , Ruji just figured he didn't know anyone else In the class, upon reaching his desk, he'd looked down to see a small girl with pig tails seating at his desk drawing and for a minute he just stared at her she was a short and had a nice figure and she had some rather large assets for someone so small. She had blue eyes and long blonde hair with a tint of red in there tied in two pigtails. She didn't seem like she should be in his grade not that she looked too young she just didn't seem like she should be in his grade, Ruji would have then began to speak "Hey your in my seat"he'd say while kicking the base of the desk hoping it'd fuck up her drawing and then he looked a little closer and realized she was the girl from inside the lunch room who stood up yelling about how great art is when it's fleeting and some other shit her friends joining in jumping on the tables afterwards"come on hurry and move already I'm tired of standing up here" he'd say only to hear Kouke in the background "C'mon Ruji let her have the seat you can sit over here with your pal haha" Ruji would have sighed and ignored him and turned his attention back to the girl in his seat peeking over her shoulder trying to see what she was draw at first but then caught her scent and he'd sniff the air a few times pulling back an grabbing her Sketchbook from her"what are you drawing anyway" though soon the bell rang and he'd just kick the kid next to her out his seat and sat down tossing her sketchbook back oh her desk while leaning back in his chair balancing on it back legs while putting his legs on the desk and his backpack on the ground next to him and he'd just watch the other students pour in the class one male catching his attention when he heard "funk master Mikey mike and the funky fresh boooooooyzzzzz. What’s up man.” some kid would have said and Ruji saw him nudge mike with his hand before dropping his things and sitting in the seat beside him. “Did you…did you get hit again? You didn’t use the guard I taught you?” the Kid said staring at his friend “Dude we’re DUDES. We don’t have make up! If we get roughed up and get ugly we’re fucked. The pussy game.” and Ruji would have burst into laughter "Damn I didn't even notice that pansy as was in my class hahaha ha The only way Pussy should ever be used with him is if you describing what in between his legs haha" Ruji Said Laughing Along With a few other students one of them being Kouke who laughed the most over all the other people which made Ruji go from laughing to annoyed. "Hey Kouke go get me some snacks wouldja pal" "alright I'll be right back" and Kouke would take off before the teacher could say anything to him and Ruji would sigh in relief. " God That Kids Annoyin"Ruji would say to himself. Next thing he knew his nose got assaulted with the smell of weed a smell he hated but learned to tolerate though that quickly began to fuck with him and it put him in a bad mood that damn quick as he thought about how he's gonna have to smell that shot all day and then some kid came in and hit his head on the teachers desk and walked nervously down the row and sat in his seat all Ruji could do was face palm"Geez the fuck did I get into the class with all the weaklings" he'd say to himself while waiting for the class to start-
Ohkaye: Accelia already sat in the seat one row in front of the back corner. She found that this particular place gave her the best view of the decrepit courtyard, but more importantly the sprawling city before her. It still entranced the teen, even though she'd stared out over this view more than once each day during the break. She'd stand there, dressed in her tattered kimono and a slightly better off hakama. For long moments of her time before heading off to kendo practice with Kuro, she could be found her. Sighing at the vastness of it all. The deep adventure that lie between every building. She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. Glad not to be surrounded by empty plains and a horrible home life, this was finally starting to feel plausible. It finally seemed like happiness was a thing she'd be able to grasp very soon.
That stench. That thick odor of herbs that aren't used for cooking. She frowned as she looked towards the door at the guy lazing even worse than she did when out of classes. At least he wasn't. She really disliked people who could show up late and be in a state like his. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him carelessly knock over some student's books and papers, but didn't even seem to notice. Or maybe he noticed and decided he was too "cool" to utter an apology. She decided in that moment that she didn't like the boy, and turned her attention elsewhere. But as she turned away she did think to herself about how the kid needed to be put in his place.
Ignoring the guy and removing him from her mind, she straightened her white shirt that encapsulated her curves much better than her kendo outfit. But even though it fit better it didn't mean that it made her feel comfortable. She pulled the grey cardigan over her shoulders and back onto her arms, clutching the sweater closed as she wrapped herself up into the fetal position. She rocked for only about a minute before she felt a glare biting into the side of her face. She peeked an eye open to see Kuro looking at her as if she'd lost her mind.
"What?!" She challenged with a grimace. His response was laughter, but not just laughter. It we that caustic chuck that rose and fell in that, oh so, condescending tone of his. She squinted at him, her bright blue irises darkening as her anger rose. Kuro noticed and reached over to give her a little love tap on the top of the head before returning to the list of clubs in front of him. Ignoring the rebounding pain in her head from his "gentle love tap"--she couldn't complain too much, at least he hadn't decided to retrieve his kendo stick for the usual love taps on the head he gave her. She could see, from how she was trying to awkwardly angle herself, that he had checked off a few boxes but she wasn't sure which ones exactly. Oh well, she'd just have to fend for herself out here in this jungle of anima-
Before she was even able to finish her thought there was a ear piercing screech that irradiated through her mind and made her lose all concentration. She squeezed her eyes shut and covered her ears, waiting patiently for the screaming to stop. It felt like hours but was probably only a few seconds which passed quickly. The scream finally came to a halt and she was saved from the inner brain melting that voice seemed to be able to incur upon its poor victims.
"This place really is like being out in the wild..." Accelia muttered to herself, catching a genuinely humored look from her kendo partner. He hadn't looked up from the paper in front of him, nor seemed disturbed by the screaming. 'He must be used to this kind of thing...' She thought, not realizing she as staring intently at him until she woke up from a daze and saw he was looking at her. He used that confused lift of his brow that she hated into the very depths of her heart. How could a guy make every part of his body language and speech seem so goddamn condescending. She fumed to herself as she focused on the club paper in front of her. It was time to get serious.
Of course Kendo Club, there was a Cooking Club and she'd definitely be apart of due to the fresh fruits and vegetables she could grab from her city farm, Student Council, of course, going for president. Go big or go home, she remembered her great grandma used to say sarcastically. Surely it had some kind of weight if it stuck with her for so long. Accelia growled under her breath. No Farming Club?! That was a main staple at her old school and, of course, she'd been the best at it. She'd have to see someone about this. It was unacceptable! She thought...before looking at all the checks she'd put on the paper.
Ah...she could farm at home. No big deal. No need to bring that stress to her school life. With that said and done Accelia finished her page up by going for the Movie Club. Sounded like a good nap retreat at the very least.
Cambodian Devil: She wiped her tears away with her sleeve, sniffling some as he lifted her up back to her feet. She nodded some, mumbling a low apology and tilted her head.
"I'm fine, n-ne.. Someone said I'd be eaten alive for looking like th-this.. And it's my first time at a p-public school..."
She shuffled her feet, fidgeting badly. She gave another nod once he asked if they had the same home room teacher, following him as he lead the way. She murmured under her breath, "M-mine's Yuki..."
Once entering the classroom, a dark wave brushed over her soul and she cowered. In anyone else's sight, all the kids would be normal, groups with groups, talking, sleeping, complaining, or just sitting there, waiting for instructions. In Yuki's mind, they were all demons, holding forks and knives in each hand, pounding their fists against the desk, chanting, "FRESH MEAT FRESH MEAT FRESH MEAT!"
A little bit of her soul floated out of her mouth and pebble-like tears fell from her eyes. Her eyes fell onto Cho, and ironically, he was the angel in the sea of demons. She sprinted towards him, arms outstretched and doing grabby hands before once again having knocked him over with her small body, but this time it was completely on purpose. "CHO-KUN! SAVEMEFROMTHESEDEMONSICANTSURVIVEIMTOOSMALLANDSQUISHYTOBEEATENALIVEPLZPROTECTMEEEEE!" Her cheeks would've been puffed out, her sobbing turning into small whimpers. Glassy pink irises would've stared into Cho's brown ones.
Her eyes flickered up to Ruji, possibly having caught his attention, but in Yuki's mind, he would've been a demon too, causing Yuki to tremble and whine even more. A voice came from the far side of the room, addressing Ruji.
"Goddamn, Ruji. You're so ugly, you made this cutie cry!"
Laughter rung out from the kids in the classroom and Yuki would've only clung to Cho tighter with enough strength to pop his lungs and make him into a squeaky toy.
Tay: Moena was so deep in the drawing she didn't realize she'd been approached until the she left her desk literally jerk under her, causing her pencil to not only press harder into the paper, but her hand slipped as well leaving a long dark line across it the middle of it. At the same time a male voice reached her ears. "Hey you're in my seat." Moena instantly froze and turned her gaze onto to him without moving her head. "Come on hurry and move already I'm tired of standing up here." He spoke again, Moena turned her gaze back to her drawing and her friend watch wide eyed as Moena teared up and stared at the now ruined drawing. She felt him lean over her and look at her sketch pad and grabbed it from her desk. "What are you drawing anyway?" She let him take it, in the short time she'd been drawing it was a perfect realism portrait of her friends face, but it was only half finished. Moena looked up as he basically manhandled the kid next to her out of his seat and sat down, pushing the desk up with his feet balancing it on the two back legs in such a way that it would be funny or fatal if he fell.
Moena watched as her now empty desk was occupied once again by her sketch book, and she merely closed it and slowly put it away. She nearly jumped out of her skin when he burst out into laughter, and she looked up at him as he ordered another student to bring him food. Her nose wrinkled as the strong smell of weed entered the room, she turned her head to the window and cast her watery gaze out of it. She pressed the sleeve of her coat over her nose and attempt to stifle the smell with her perfume. Her favorite smell Vanilla and Citrus, she heard screaming coming from the room but kept her eyes turned toward the outside world. And her face hidden by her pinkish hair, she sighed as her friend sat in stunned silence astonished to see how quickly Momo was put out of her hyper mood. She sighed and reached out softly, "Momo..." she received no response and sighed as well turning her face to the front.
Jin: ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jTMoEuO-fuk ) Hearing on the loud speakers that he had home room Zach head shifted back to the girl he had bumped into too. " Sorry Cutie that's my Q dont be a stranger now.." Zach said jogging off going deep in his pockets he pulled out his phone hitting up the group chat. Thun: What's everybody doing? Zach: Well I just finished talking to this girl at my school Thun: You gotta fuck her b? Zach: Dude I just met the chick Thun: You weak.. Your suppose to savage that's why you cant have nice things. As Zach grew closer to the homeroom he placed his phone back into his pocket, he looked around the class before walking towards the back of the class walking down the line he would notice some kid who got his ass beat staring out the window walking up towards him before flicking him on the head " Yo you that kid that got his ass beat earlier? You really need to put your foot down if you wanna surive a year in this school im not gonna lie i laughed at the video shared it and all but no one should go through that expecially on the first day. Tel you what if those guys come at you again come fine me.." An with that He walked off heading off to his seat. His seat was next to some guy with his feet up.
Sitting down next to him Zach would speak " What's up. Damn you look high as fuck man here take this." Going in his bag Zach would toss him his eyedrops to help him out he knew how it was smoking and going to school he always carried eye drops cause he didnt want niggas knowing his business. Seeing as class havent started yet he would pull out his phone and began typing away.
Frozen Rose of the Thorns: Just as Karu and Accelia were exiting the Kendo Club the distant sounds of getting told off was drilling into his brain with something along the lines of "Stupid the assembly is in the afternoon." obviously the boys mind was elsewhere. No matter he'd just accept the fault like it was of no importance since he was well capable of accepting his own mistakes if not for any reason other than making himself more "perfect" later so the two making their way to homeroom was what followed but only after he responded to the correction in his error
"Huh? Right my mistake let's go as practitioners of the sword we should establish ourselves as above the others. Make sure your grades much like my own reflect that we're superior to them just as is our craft."
Even with the mistake in destination Karu was as arrogant as ever but it was understandable considering the drive he had for perfection and his extreme intellect. Yeah he was lacking in proper behavior in a social setting but that too was something he aimed to fix in due time just not currently since it was considered of low priority. His body language reflected these things just as much as his actual tone because he carried himself like a true swordsman with upright posture and head held high, with each step of his feet lifted from the ground rather than the lazy shuffling most did. Gray-blue eyes glanced to Accelia a few times the color of the boys eyes an outer change reflecting which of his multiple personality types was in control; they all went by the same name but were completely different from one another.
The reason behind the glances was usually just to annoy her since he knew his attitude so to speak bothered her. The look of discontent and frustration he caused in her body language let alone her words sometimes were found quite cute, a bad trait of his for sure to cause that on purpose in a person. He wasn't the type to make moves on a female anyway but let life be as it may letting what happens happen, especially in the way he built bonds with people. The messenger bag over his right shoulder slid down to the floor seating himself next to Accelia in class before placing the carrying case with his kendo items parallel to where he was facing (the front of the class. Seated to Accelia's right in the second collumn of desks which was second from the back mostly just to remain beside his associate? Or was she a friend, maybe a companion? A bond yet to be determined in depth but this wasn't of importance at present time.
"Celia to my understanding you are going for student president right? I'll back you as vice, between our overall greatness and my popularity should be an easy win."
A male student with a very unrefined way of carrying himself had no elegance or class at all. Treating a female that appeared quite small in comparison as he did wasn't really something that bothered him but it wasn't something to continue without remark in his presence either. Karu was always in pursuit of perfect so to see him reading some kind of book was just to be expected at this point from anyones point of view who has seen him; on this fine day he had pulled a book out of his bag one filled with the many philosophies founded in the past and even some that he'd written down himself that came of his own thoughts. The types of quotes and questions raised many ways of thinking letting his mind form many different ways to interpret them. Following this book whenever he came to finish it he had one or two more in his bag about a couple other things which would be discovered in due time. Making his own comment on the subject of the way the male was behaving
"Silence yourself and have a seat. Show some class...you are a nuisance to me."
the comments target was obvious considering the individual being spoken to was already moving to another seat for whatever reason since Karu couldn't be bothered to avert his eyes from his personally written book of things he'd seen and taken note of. Not only was the behavior of that person a nuisance but the stench of herbs not meant for cooking was just outright offensive to the boys nose "Ugh..." taking a small capped vial or bottle from his pocket placing it on the surface of the desk gently popping the cap off to spritz a few times releasing a strong scent of the same vanilla perfume he was wearing. Refreshing was the only word that came to mind for the first second or two what followed on the otherhand was piercing; a high pitched voice that caused a low level of distress being the thing that brought his attention from the book. A quick shot of eyes filled with irritation took in the sight of some female with a messed up nose it looked like it were broken and quite recently at that.
Once again the boy couldn't help but give a remark about this matter as he did the first though he handled it a bit differently since the girl had enough problems considering her nose and anxiety it so appeared. "You seem to have struggles so go get your nose checked first then return in a more quiet manner or your nose will look how should I say...ugly in the future." Yeah that was rather rude but it was as close to handling the situation with tact so his attention once more returned to the book in his right hand the left resting on the desk. The chain wrapped around his arms and its slack causing little noise from the smoothe transition of movements that lead to his left hand resting on the desk Karu's navy blue nails making four light clicking sounds as they met the surface of the desk.
Kaiuri: Nanalee and Zed made their way to homeroom as the assistant principal instructed. The two of them were handed their schedules and began comparing their classes to one another. A giggle bubbled up from the back of Nanalee's throat as she held the two pieces of paper side by side. She spoke, " Well man, looks like you were right on the money when you said we would have math class together again this year. Algebra II should be buckets of bleh ! " The stout brunette made a yuck face at her friend. Zed laughed, his lean form stiffened and filled with laughter.The grey eyed young man placed his lanky left arm across Nanalee's shoulders. A meek smile plastered onto her face and she reached her arm over his shoulders in a similar fashion. They were awkward. They were silly and down right goofballs. The two had always been close friends, the best of friends. Outcasts in a sea of conformity. And they were okay with this. The two walked together, in half hugger's embrace, while entering the threshold into homeroom. Each of them took a seat, Nanalee sitting in a front row desk and Zed sitting in the desk behind her. A mild hum of conversation fluttered about in the air of homeroom as other students talked and conversed among themselves. The duo caught a few scattered glances, but were soon forgotten.
" You know, my sister should be here . . . " Zed leaned forwards and whispered to Nanalee. She turned herself to look back at him briefly. Her red scarf sat snug around her neck when she spoke, " Zane ? I thought she was still living with your father over in district 2. " The last time the Nanalee had seen her friend's younger sibling, she and herself were still in grade school. It had been years. Nanalee blinked at Zed for a few moments, " She's coming to school here ? Why didn't you tell me this ? " Nanalee had completely spun around in her seat by this point. Her excitement was getting the best of her now. Her final memory of Zane had been pigtails, bandaids, and a mouthful of gummy lifesavers. Zed put his hands up and signaled for her to calm down, " Chill, chill. " He laughed a bit and leaned forward, his arms folded on the desk. " I'm sorry, I thought I had told you before now. She's moving back in with me and my ma. Apparently, dad had to go away on ' business ' or something and she needed a place to stay for the next year or so. Mom left out the details, but you get the picture. " Zed looked at Nanalee and shrugged nonchalantly. Nanalee looked down for moment, strands of auburn fell over her face limply. In all honestly, she culdn't wait to see her. Her curiousity was budding and Nanalee was growing restless with anticipation. She turned back around in her seat and sighed, " I wonder when . . . she'll get here. " In that moment a familiar face appeared in the doorway of homeroom. Nanalee stared as her childhood friend made her entrance into the classroom.
Sultry, sweet, and savory. She didn't seem real when looked upon at first glance. A dream, maybe a vision. A indescribible sensation, she was. Zane stood idly under the threshold. The school uniform here hadn't really been her style. The way the fabric of her shirt hugged the mounds of her round bossom or clung to her slender sides of her waist was unsettling. The skirt seemed a bit to short on her. It was uncomfortable how the flimsy fabric bounced with each step she took. The plumpness of her backside was more noticeable than she would like for it to be. She missed her old school. back at home she didn't have to wear a uniform. The students got to wear whatever they wanted. She wished that was the same at least. This much was true. With eyes of liquid helium, her gaze panned over the room. She was a tranfer student at a new school and no internal connections. Her slender fingers held a creased piece of paper in her grip. Slowly, but surely she stepped into the room of murmuring students. Silken strands of ivory hair fled seamlessly down her back. Her stride was long like her toned legs. She walked over to the teacher who stood welcoming all the students and looked at him questionably, " Excuse me, " Her voice was crisp and her accent sounded celtic in origin. " My name is Zane. Zane Harper. I'm new and was just trying to confirm if this was my homeroom. " She hoisted her school bag back onto her shoulder, the leather was slipping. She looked at the teacher with searching eyes as he checked the classroom roll. After confirming her schedule, Zane nodded and went to find a seat. She looked over and scanned the classroom for a tolerable place to plant her behind for the next hour or so. To her surprise, her gaze crossed paths with Nanalee's. Zane blinked silently. She saw behind the brunette sat her string bean half brother, Zed. An empty seat sat vacant behin of him and in the seat behind that one was . . . Another male student, his dark brown hair sprouted from his head thick and messy. He appeared to be looking at some sort of flyer. But all in all, he seemed like he just didn't wanna be bothered. Her theory had been proven when the young man proceeded to stare abscently out the classroom window. Ditto. Zane made her way over to the vancant seat behind her brother.
" Glad you could make it, old lady. You have trouble making your way over the crosswalk on your way to school ? " Zed teased. Zane pursed her plum colored lips at her brother, he was more of a pestering bother than a brother. Zane snickered, " Keep on joshing with the silver hair jokes and I'll snap your shin. " She made a face at him and laughed. Poking her head so that she could see over her brother's shoulders, Zane took a gander at Nanalee. " Nana ? Is that really you ? " It had been nearly 11 years since she had laid eyes on her old friend. The last time she had seen Nanalee, was in teeny sundresses, baby bob cut hairstyle, and flower crowns made of dandelions. Nanalee beamed vibrantly at Zane, " I could say the same to you. You look incredible, Zee. " She marveled at how amazingly gorgeous her ivory headed friend became over the years. Insane how time changed a person. The trio caught up with each other before class started. Nanalee sat up and paid attention to every word. Zed straight up face flopped his desk, sleeping the morning away. Zane . . . She simply doodle nonsense on a piece of notebook paper. She wasn't really doing anything, but trying to pass the time. Suddenly, her fingers slipped and she dropped her pencil. It would have rolled under her seat and beneath the desk of the spcaced out boy behind her. Frick. She thought to herself and turned her torso slightly to speak to the boy behind her. " Hey uhm . . . " Zane's voice sounded like the dull ringing of bells. Her accent wove in between the syllabals of her words. " I dropped my pencil and it kinda fell. I think it rolled under your desk, can you get it for me ? " Her irises shimmered like opals. She smiled with a slight awkwardness, but it was genuine. " I really didn't mean to bother you. " SHe whispered apologetically to him. Her gaze lingered vaguely in his grass green eyes.
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Micheal Allen: ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIpNFB2rFEY ) The birds flapping in the sky, reminded him of a time past. A time well off in the years, blurred in a dark gray cluster of clouds breaking over his mind. Images of his mother kneeling down over the table top and snorting the purple substance, while he was being dragged away. The 7 year old Mike reached out for her, but she would have simply cursed him before continuing her drugs. The man whom had sold it to her, and made the trade; him for the drugs. Would have been grinning from ear to ear as he watched the child get dragged away, kicking and screaming for this mothers love. But, like him, she had been lost at this point. Michael grew up with his mother in New Cali for 10 years until she had gotten addicted to drugs and sold her son to some drug dealer for her next session. Michael was brought up in a broken drug house, where he was forced to see things that children shouldn't had. But he kept his spirits up and never let things he saw break him. When he was 12 he moved to foster care and was then sent to Kasaihana city where he lived with his foster parents the ' Janners. He currently attends Kasaihana high and is hoping of working his way up to become a DJ and hopefully get a girlfriend this year as he moves into his sophomore year of highschool! He keeps his past a secret afrad of others judging him. Despite what his mother did to him, he still loves her. After a bit of time she moved back into his life, but is unfit to take care of him. He see's her often but he doesn't live with her. He currently lives with his grandmother whom moved to Kasaihana after finding out that the foster programs had moved him to Kasaihana after years of searching for him.
“Funk master Mikey mike and the funky fresh boooooooyzzzzz. What’s up man. Did you…did you get hit again? You didn’t use the guard I taught you? Dude we’re DUDES. We don’t have make up! If we get roughed up and get ugly we’re fucked. The pussy game... Down.” Mike would have snapped out of his day-dream before breaking his lips apart to form a smile. " Hahaha, I did man! Yo-You shoulda seen em! I look pretty bad? But they look way worse, im telling ya. Those 10 push-ups a night? Really getting my Game up yo. Girls like scars anyways!"
"Ok Class. Take your seats. "
Mr.Conan would have said with a stern tone as he picked up the stack of papers and then, looked back up at the class, making sure that everyone had been accounted for. The students would have all sat within there seats listening to what the teacher had said. " I was going to have you all...write an essay and bring it up to the front of the class. But, we'll do things another way. I know a few more students will be coming lat-" Before he could finish his sentence the silver-locked female known as Zane would have stepped into the class-room. " Ah, another one blesses us with her presence, please take a seat. " He said to the silver-haired goddess, however... ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzrRKMuEhFk )Mike would have been just as attentive as Mr.Canon had been upon her arrival. His heart began to thump...pounding in his chest as she walked towards him. Don't sit in front of me...Don't sit in front of me.. Mike said to himself, but just as he pleaded his nightmare became a reality, she looked at him, and he looked at her back before he turned his head back to the window, a red blurr burning across the exterior of his cheeks; trying his hardest not to make full eye contact with this stranger. ...Fucking Christ, why'd you look away so quickly! I bet you looked like a fucking Derp... or some kind of cunt fag homo cry baby scared bitch! Alright... play it cool, she's just a girl, she's just sitting in front of you. No biggie right? I mean what's the worse that could Happen. it's not like she's gonna talk to m- " Hey uhm . . .I dropped my pencil and it kinda fell. I think it rolled under your desk, can you get it for me ? I really didn't mean to bother you. " FUCK! What's up with my luck today. Quick say something asshole! Don't just sit there staring at her... "My grandmother still tucks me in at night. " FUCK, NO YOU STUPID FUCK... STOP FUCKING GRINNING. JESUS CHRIST, ALRIGHT GOT DAMN IT. JUST GET THE FUCKING PENCIL, THATS THE LEAST YOU CAN DO! Reaching down to lift up the pencil he'd hand it back to her, his right eye twitching every so often. " Here. " He says with the large grin breaking across his face. Pulling up his comic book from his backpack to hide his face for the rest of the class period.
" Im going to have all of you come in front of the class, and speak a bit about yourself and to tell everyone about your winter break. We'll Start with you... um... Karu Fuera was it? Why don't you come up here and speak to the class about your most recent endeavors. I've seen you on the News actually. We have a celebrity in the class here today everyone. Karu is apart of the super-team known as The Red Knights. Now im excited! Come, come! Tell us about yourself." Conan said handing Karu the meter stick. " Now class... No talking while your classmate has there turn to speak on themselves. Karu has the room for now. Now believe it or not, Homeroom has a purpose. Your over all grade in this class can change your overall grade! Just participating gives you a 100. So play nice. " He says walking over to his desk, sitting in his seat so Karu could have the light.
Akira"Savage" Tetsu: Ruji after a while of his little out burst happened to look over toward the girl who had stolen his seat still a little pissed off so he thought he'd mess with her a bit and was about to until he looked over and saw her face she looked like she had seen a ghost and lost her best friend all at the same time. Ruji face would have then soften a bit and frown up again irratied by the fact that she looked so sad just from her being told to move out his seat to him he didn't see it as him doing anything wrong but seeing her face like that fucked with him he didn't mean to make her feel bad and shit despite his actions Ruji's not a bad kid and he's actually consider it of some people's feeling though very few and usually their women Ruji hates to see women crying and hate it even more if he sees a guy put their hands on one however Ruji was clearly a hipocrite in that field as he's usually rough with girls though mostly unintentionally, he was about to say something to the girl well that is till some prick that looked like he had a dick shoved up his ass said some stupid shit out his mouth and Got Ruji of task "yeah yeah you can go suck a dick if I'm a nuisance you can just leave bitch" Ruji would have said not even bothering to look at the male be rather casually told him off and sat in his seat listening to the various conversations around the room and he remembered someone said that he was so ugly he scared the poor girl who must have just popped a molly or something with the way she was tweaking. Ruji would have closed his eye about to go to sleep though turned to look at the window again and saw the girl again "oh yeah that right I almost forgot" He'd say to himself before placing his feet of the floor and sitting the chair upright and leaned over to his left and grabbed the top of the Girls Head and lifted it up making her face him and he'd still look pissed off and hed look as if he was bout to yell but instead he simply said "sorry"before leaning forward towards her face and would literally stick his tongue out his mouth and drag it up the side of her cheek and he'd move away slightly a look of confusion of his face at first and then he'd sniff the air a bit "hm you smell nice" he'd say before letting her go of her and shifting back into his seat and kicking his legs up on his desk and leaning in his chair like before and would have simply faced forward toward the teacher Mr. Conan began to speak saying that he's gonna call students up to come and say a few tings about themselves, Ruji hated that type of thing he couldn't care less about other people's hobbies dislikes and likes and he was pretty sure they didn't care for his either well everyone but Kouke Ruji would have then sighed "Damn today's seems like it's gonna be a drag already and hadn't even been an hour yet" he'd say to himself while reaching his hands in his pockets and pulling out his phone flipping it open and started flipping though his messages and began to text a few of his friends saying "Party At His Place afterschool" and closed his phone placing it back into his pocket and closed his eyes trying to go to sleep-
Frozen Rose of the Thorns: "Hm? You say something pleb?"
Karu didn't so much as look up from his book he'd hardly considered the words of someone only strong enough to bully a person smaller than themselves to be wroth his full attention then again by this point she wasn't defending herself so she was also beneath him. If they won't at least try to fend for themselves that only meant it wasn't worth the time of another to help them a very twisted form of thinking coming from the mind of someone of the Kasaihana Police Force special unit The Red Knights. It wasn't too long after Karu asked this that he'd heard Mr. Conan start speaking which was in fact worth paying attention to as a very dedicated student; the students were to briefly tell about themselves and the activities of their winter break with the wonderful pleasure of having Karu up first.
Snapping the hand written book he was reading up to now Karu placed the book into his bag once more before rising from his seat. The chain wrapped around his wrists jingled as he stood making his way to the front of the class. Attention was more than likely not actually being given considering the overall behavior of the student body but it wasn't impossible to have at least one person paying attention so Karu looked at the group of his peers in their seats. It was considered a bother to be doing this since it wasn't to be appreciated anyway but he jumped right into it with his usual air about him and calm collected bland tone.
"Greetings my name is Hikaru Furea but I'm sure you know me as the popular Karu. I've been called eccentric or condescending both are true. My favorite color is white though I guess that's the lack of color so I guess technically my true choice is sapphire blue. My interests consist of learning, bondage, and perfection but my true passion is swordsmanship. Hm?"
The boy entered a fraction of a second of thought before he began speaking once more. Arms 'lax at his side hands close together the chain around his wrists hanging limp with the slack in the shape of a 'U' further below his hands. Karu looked to Mr. Conan looking for confirmation that he'd said enough and could return to his book; as luck would have it he in fact did not receive confirmation but was encourage to talk more. A quiet growl exuding his irritation lips parting with the release of a slow sigh accepting that he'd need to speak more and wait on his reading.
"I work part time I suppose would be the way to say it as a wild card for The Red Knights safe to say I follow orders for the most part from the Commander Kin Tasanagi. Excluding the Commander I don't take orders from anyone and act as my three personalities determine at the times or places they emerge. My recent work in the field was when we went out to the desert to escorp some convicts to the prison I believe and the time before that..myself and the other Red Knights under Kin's orders were to mobilize bringing a gang conflict between weird people in pajamas and the Tanks to a close without killing them if it could be done or kill them I think. Either way I myself personally rushed in recklessly incapacitating members of both sides with a couple nice moves striking them with powerful blows from open palms. My more impressive work feats were from my excellent forwork taught by Lucian who is a substitute who stops by to instruct the Kendo Club when the usual teacher Miss Mira is unable to do so. I've also joined a friend in his 'group' (this is how he referred to Chun Hua to the public) in doing so I've found my place. "
"Myself and four others began on our path to achieving perfection in finding a home based on the errors of everyone else. I've gained four brothers each stronger than me I'm proud to have them."
Lowering his head Karu for once with his arrogant tone now sealed beyond closed lips his eyes held a gentle expression with the gray iris changing to a emerald green. Heading back to his seat with or without permission from Mr. Canon Karu extended his left hand which shook; his anxiety high he'd given a awkward smile heading back to the desk sitting down opening the book he was reading once again.
"Go ahead Celia introduce yourself."
Uub: (( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XiUa-zBQFAs ))
Heavy blankets of snow; partly shifting at the swiff ease of an ominous wind. Entrusting, the very depths of it’s cynical demeanor beneath a naked moon at the uprise of menacing wild hunt - fell curiously but without a lack of elements to a colorless being; bloodshot gaze - denying the life of a lips paling of a Vampire's thirst fell solely unto dust as it been trusted into the hands of despair. Hordes, of demons - eating at what was left of a severed corpse, it’s skin had been pale - bits of it shedding at it’s core as it been in dire need of an guardian angels unkempt touch - his eyes differentiating one of piercing royal blue hue while the other stained of a inflamed ruby red. A crisp card with beaten edges had been at his side reading “Tobi” The soft night black tips of his hair that danced upon a field of a hefty white had been stained of his very own blood. He’d been dead - but the touch of death met no conclusion; it raged on repeatedly - every devil's bite, sting, tears, cuts he felt it all, cheated of the ability to speak - left in the hands of his brothers - voice ?
Tobis, piercing blue gaze dilated at his rather absurd brothers approach. “Day dreaming again..” His voice lacking the confidence that announced itself through his posture and the swank behind his uniform. Dreams like these were common; he wasn’t sure why ? Nor, how he got them - but for the most part he did enjoy them. He praised the thrill behind it - the mystery it unfolded, - the boundaries his sudden mentality broken unleashing a flock of creativity - creativity he wasn’t aware of. Though, he didn’t understand why his dreams revolved around monsters - perhaps, it was because he was a warlock. But - there was much more than hunting monsters that Tobi would love to dream of.
A Wet dream for one, he never did have one of those - he wondered how one would feel like; Tobi’s continuous train of thought met it’s match at his brothers failed attempt of swaying the girl. Tobi, loved his brother dearly - he had too - from the day they were forced to kill their mother and father due to turning, Tobi knew from that day he was his brother's guardian, no matter how unwise and foolish he may get, - but, even though they’ve been through so much he was still yet too soft. The Warlock life wasn’t for him and he knew it - but, Zack always felt like he needed to prove himself, ignoring the cruel depths of his wretched reality. “ Zack, I - “ Tobi’s voice flooded at the depths of marching footsteps; Zack quickly hurried to class leaving Tobi in the women's presence alone.
Timid lips cursed to an eternal beauty - is what he used to describe her; with softly shaded ashen hair nustled amongst her pelican cheeks - adding to her divine essence. He recognized her - she was also a Warlock; They trained in the same school - but he doubt she’d recognize him fore he was nothing but a simple a star in her galaxy. “ I apologize about my brother, he can be a bit of - how may one call it ? Dimwitted Douche.” Tobi soundly spoke as any sudden shift of his movement had been denied of any formality, the halls slowly falling prey to soundless beast - as the what was once a rush of footsteps slowly began to sound more like sudden drips from an empty faucet. “ I assumed my brother and I were the only warlocks in this school - I must say; Im glad Im wrong, I can only assume you’re new; well then allow me to properly introduce myself - The Names Tobi my brother - well that's Zack, and we’re the Mercury brothers.” Tobi’s piercing blues slowly continued to shift towards her schedule. “ Ah, Mr.Conan ! We have the same class - we’re more then likely late, but - no worries , I’m your future Class President, heh I got this.
“ Tobi’s voice rocked to the point - it overwhelmed the heavy beat of the bell - which ultimately motioned the light to heavy jog he’d subdue too at mercy of the halls that echoed the heavy clank of his tailored boots heels. “ Meet you in class ! “ He shouted back to the girl - he didn’t expect her to follow him, he’d be surprised if she did but if he didn’t gain her trust now - he’d surely attempt again at later time - it was always best these warlocks stuck together, especially in a city of freaks. Upon reaching class - the frigid tips of his unkempt hair gently grazing the firmness of his naked olive skin; his steps halted at the base of the class door - where he took moments to collect a calm demeanor softly planting his heavy steps with sheer cockiness and attitude.
“ Sorry, I'm late Mr.Conan - a poor damsel in distress required my assistance; and so I sacrificed - the state of my perfect attendance to escort her to safety; a more so an chivalrous act may I add. A man of honor such as yourself would surely understand, am I right ? “ Tobi’s arrival had been at the conclusion of one of the Red Knights. He heard of them but never took much of an interest in the team.
The class diversity was - interesting , you have the drug addicts in one corner - opposite to the artistic but not too much of an work of art themselves and the all muscles but no brain jocks in the back - Tobi failed to see where he could fit in - but coming into class late he really had no choice. Tobi, quickly found an open seat behind his brother - and a child who didn’t look to far off from Johnny Scissorhand - just with white hair. Quickly, forced to engulf the bare smell of smoke - quickly brought Tobi to tears; where he’d let a sudden cough in it’s approach. “ You too were made for each other.. “ Had been the words of Tobi as he lifted the softness of his gently skimmed hands and brought it against his nose where it coward in the wake of smoke
Malicious: Naomi gazed down at her schedule with a raised brow, wondering why the first class was incorrect. "Man someones trying to mess with me. Already in the beginning of the school year?" The schedule told her to go to one class and by the time she got there the teacher told her she was in the wrong room. After calling the office from their phone they apologized for the mistake and told her the correct class. Mr. Conan, Homeroom. Now she was late but at least she had a pass for it. Her other friends all seperated already to get to their classes, leaving Naomi to walk through the halls by herself...it was all empty now but it gave her some time to reflect.
Or at least she thought she was going to but a smell caught her attention. She pauses and lifts her nose up, inhaling the air deeper. "What....what is that??" It was...intoxicating. No not like a food smell or flowers...it was hard to put a name to it but it was very pleasant to the senses. Naomi couldn't help the curious smile and raise of her brow as she tried to pinpoint the exact location but it was fading in some areas so she followed the trail best she could. Sure she was late but she had a pass! She needed to see what--Suddenly the smell led her right to Mr. Conans door and she blinked in confusion. Opening the door, she catches in time Tobi taking a seat the same time another student was leaving the front of the class room seemingly finished with introducing himself.
Naomi was a bit distracted, not paying much mind to the class as she hands the teacher the late pass and focuses on finding where the hell that smell was coming from. Moving through the rows of desk, she pauses long enough to look at Mike, recognizing him from the kid who got hit in the face. "Hey you're alive! That's a relief. Looks like we're in the same class." She flashed him a welcoming smile before pointing at the seat behind his. "This is the only seat left. Looks like we'll be class buddies from now on. Oh I'm Naomi by the way." Tossing her bag on the back of the chair she is about to slide in before the smell grows even stronger and her head snaps to the side to catch sight of Cho.
Her eyes widen in surprise as the smell is coming from him! "Oh fuck." She thinks to herself, realizing why it was coming from him! The rather average looking boy was emitting an alluring aroma only Naomi could smell and for good reason as she glares at the boy in annoyance giving him such a scowl you'd think he slapped her mother or something of the sort. Sliding in to her chair just in time to see a female student suddenly tackle in to Cho, making the scowl disappear and a snicker replace it. "Well then..." Perhaps his girlfriend? It figures, it was for the best anyway...he didn't smell like a wolf blood and she turns her attention away from the two to place it on the rest of the classroom, trying to see if she recognized any faces before placing her attention back on the teacher with a soft sigh. "Hm."
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Meat Master: The snow white haired girl stared blankly down at her schedule as she walked down the halls. As she followed the words on the paper she huffed. “Man, these lazy ass teachers have us coming to their classes.” She smirked knowing there was a teacher right behind her. “Why not come to us instead?” She chuckled with a teasing smile. The teacher behind her made an annoyed face as she laughed and walked off with her snarky comments. Alice was a very confusing girl, she came off as sweet sounding and very kind looking but the words that came out of her mouth most of the time didn’t fit her. Could be another reason why she didn’t have many friends growing up. As she held her schedule she continued to walk, her long porcelain legs continued to heath forward trying to hunt down her homeroom class. The one thing Alice didn’t have. A sense of direction, although she did pretend that she had a full idea of where she was going. A great way to keep creeps away from her, although she did have many other ideas to keep them away she thought this would be the safest from getting expelled. She ran her white painted nails along the paper in front of her, as she glanced up she felt a thud against her. Her head bumped into the chest of some guy. She rubbed her soft silky white hair back into place. “Gah… Jeez…” She looked up at him with her mysterious red eyes. “Cute…” She murmured with a tilt of her head. The silver haired girl raised a brow at him and just stood there with a blank expression. She blinked before she could finally speak, until she got interrupted as he ran off to class. She was a bit confused at the random confrontation. She folded her arms with her paper still in her hands as she watched him run off. “Super smooth.” She snickered. She felt eyes on her, watching quietly. She turned her head, her hair swayed slowly as she turned her head. Her eyes now gentle looking, her red pronounced irises stared at another guy who seemed to be the klutz’s brother. (https://45.media.tumblr.com/9833c9766d10c3295b1285c8cf49dd09/tumblr_nqkkzsA7c81s307p6o2_500.gif) Her lips turned up into a devious smile at his comment. “Hm, is it that obvious? How embarrassing.” Her voice soft and calm as she spoke. “Tobi… and Zach… Yes. Nice to meet you. I’m Alice.” The mercury brothers, it sounded so familiar to her. She couldn’t remember where she’d heard it from. She then heard the white haired boy speak again. She glanced up at his blue piercing eyes. She felt intimidated by someone... for once in her life. She felt chills randomly, but now she knew. He was definitely stronger than her, and that ticked her off a bit. “Oh, then I guess I’ll see you there.” Her soft spoken voice trailed behind him as he ran off. She followed slowly behind him. ‘What a strange encounter.’ She’d think to herself as she strolled by. She then followed right behind him as he commented on saving a damsel in distress. “Oh yes.” She spoke behind him. “My savior.” She said as she placed a finger under his chin and lifted it up as her nail softly dragged under his chin, she passed by him to take a seat, she stared down at one guy in a seat but before she would hunt for a seat he got up immediately and offered it to her. She raised a brow at his goofy smile and she took a seat. “Thank you.” He bowed and took another seat. His response was almost immediate, almost like he was forced out of his seat as soon as she met eyes with him. Maybe as if she ripped him right out of the seat with her mysterious glare.
Jay: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S9Xg7GPzzwI)
Kenji’s beady eyes observed the class room. It actually quite a scene for the most part, the diversity was something Kenji was looking forward to toying with this year completely. Kenji was quiet for the most part on the first day of school, it gave him time to observe and study the behavior of his classmates. It was something he did to get a feel of his surroundings that way he could know how to talk to people later on down the road. His attention quickly went to the blonde haired boy crashing into Mr.Conan’s desk. Kenji chuckled as he heard the loud thump of his forehead colliding with the desk. “Heh…” What mostly had his attention however was the scene between Ruji and the art girl.
Unlike the others in the class who were opposed to the bullying of women Kenji couldn’t careless at the fact. It was interesting to watch at the least. The way the girl started to cry from Ruji’s evil antics it was something of a small play to Kenji. “Bravo, bravo.” Kenji said softly from his seat. Off to the side he noticed a girl who seemed like she wasn’t from the city she looked a bit odd. Her clothes were tattered giving her the look of a peasant in old Japan. The girl looked innocent and very unknowing of the city. This peaked his interest even more. “I want her…” Kenji said in his mind very seldom. He wanted to explore her mind, find out what makes her tick. It was something he’d enjoyed doing, picking people’s brains finding out their deepest darkest secrets, their fears, what turns them on. He could even smell her scent from his side of the room throughout the other smells in the room he could pinpoint hers directly.
Shortly after another student would enter the classroom. This student however was a bit more on the ‘Senpai notice me’ spectrum of social class. She was clinging to one of the students named Cho. Kenji didn’t know Cho on a personal level but he knew him through a couple of classes they took together but that was about it for the most part. The girl however he didn’t know her at all. She was strange indeed, timid, appeared weak. Of course Kenji knew not to judge people on their appearance and more their actions, a trait he learned from the assassin business with his father Khan. The girl did seem to intrigue Kenji though it was something about her, maybe they met in a pass life but it was indeed something about her that Kenji planned on adventuring later on.
" Im going to have all of you come infront of the class, and speak a bit about yourself and to tell everyone about your winter break. We'll Start with you... um... Karu Fuera was it? Why don't you come up here and speak to the class about your most recent endevaours. I've seen you on the News actually. We have a celeberity in the class here today everyone. Karu is apart of the super-team known as The Red Knights. Now im excited! Come, come! Tell us about yourself." Oh yes, and then there was Karu. It escaped Kenji’s grasp of understanding how could a cop, a pig, someone who was for the law be so popular in a school full of criminals and unruly children. That was something Kenji much rather didn’t bother to think about. From the time Karu went up to speak his train of thought was broken and stopped paying much attention when someone sat next to him and offered him some eye drops.
Kenji smirked and waved off the aid of the drops. “Thanks, but no thanks.” Kenji heard his phone going off and it was a skype call from one of his role-play groups. “Damn not a time for RPing.” Kenji said out loud a volume that only he and the boy sitting next to him could hear. “Name’s Kenji.” Out the corner of his eye he saw another boy walking up, it was Tobi. Kenji knew Tobi through his popularity and rank on the boxing team. Indeed he was a good boxer but Kenji highly doubt he had more experience than Kenji in the killing aspect of fighting. Regardless of that it was something about Tobi, something Kenji thought would be problematic in the future but he couldn’t place his finger on it, and the same with the boy sitting next to him. Regardless of the fact he decided to keep these two people close to him. “You too were made for each other..“ Kenji chuckled a bit. “I know the high and mighty Tobi isn’t sitting in the corner with the common folk.” He laughed sinisterly.
Another one of the students came in, by now the class was full of students or all different backgrounds some more similar than others. Naomi decided to sit in the front of the class with Michael, Cho, and that girl holding onto Cho. Looking around the room it seemed more like a petty zoo than a class with all the wild shit going on. Crossing his arms he knew it was something he was going to enjoy. His red eye scanned over the room observing the class in silence. Kenji also pondered in what extracurricular activities he’d be invested in this year. Last year it was Kendo and basketball but he thought it’d be nice to join the football team. He decided that he’ll go to the Kendo club after school and sign up.
Suzume Tasanagi: “Oh crap! Hurry up Daria we're gonna be late!” the young man ran through the hall dragging his sister along by one hand his class schedule clutched in the other. It had been a rather eventful morning. Their mother had failed to wake them up in time, and by the time she realized they were supposed to be up and getting ready for school it was already late. So the twins had to make a dash to get ready, Damian knew his mother wasn't used to them actually getting up and going to a school but this was a little ridiculous. ((http://i.imgur.com/ly7fZDG.jpg What he looks like. ))Typically the pair would get up and do what was needed in the shrine and then their mother would start their lessons for the day. But that all changed when she enrolled them in Kasaihana high school months ago, and apparently forgot about it.
Since their mother didn't have a car, the brother and sister duo road bikes to the high school, not a short ride in the least and it didn't help that Daria often stopped to adjust her skirt. ((http://i.imgur.com/0WcHRkc.jpg Daria aparantly if you want to know more look up there character pages xD )) She didn't like the shortness of the school uniforms and kept complaining that her butt kept hanging out. “Geez Damian I thought you were going to hate coming to school guess I was wrong. Wait stop!” Daria pulled back on her brother's hand and looked at her own schedule. “Here the room dodo brain.” she pointed at the class room number and the name plate that read 'Mr Conan'. Damian gave a heavy sigh of relief even though he was the one that almost ran right past it. Daria clung to his arm as then stepped through the door. That's when Damian froze up, looking around the whole room at all the other students. Daria glanced over at her brother the awkward scared expression on his face made her roll her eyes. “Come ooooon Damian a few minutes ago you couldn't wait to get here now your gonna just stand there. If you don't walk they're gonna start making fun of you.” she aggressively whispered to him. The tables now turned Daria practically had to drag Damian along. Daria gave a toothy brace faced grin at the teacher. “Sorry we're late Mr. Conan, our mom kind of spaced the whole first day of school thing.” after the swift apology she pulled Damian along till she found a pair of desks where they could sit next to each other. Damian was still in a state of shock, so much so that Daria had to shove him down into the seat. After prying herself away from her brother she sat down in her own seat. Daria was sure by now that everyone thought they were weird, not that it bothered her too much but she knew it would eventually get to Damian... if he ever unfroze from fear. Her brother had always been shy to the point of being antisocial. However he was still eager to come to school, it was very baffling to her how he could be one way but long to be another. She was always happy with the way he was no matter what, and she certainly wasn't concerned about being someone different than herself. As some of the students in the class room would stare at the pair Daria would just smile and wave. || “Well so much for making a good first impression” || she thought to herself.
Ryoji: Cho would’ve sat there laughing a little bit when Mike replied about what happened to the other guys that he fought. Cho knew darn well he didn’t use that garud for much of anything but that wasn’t about tos top him from trying to help his buddy ol pal. He couldn’t help but overhear a lot of the other kids in class talking mad shit about Mike and whatnot. Cho would’ve uttered to Mike, frowning with the corner of his mouth. ‘You know we have a lot of dick weeds in class this year. Seriously some of these guys need to get be-“ “. "CHO-KUN! SAVEMEFROMTHESEDEMONSICANTSURVIVEIMTOOSMALLANDSQUISHYTOBEEATENALIVEPLZPROTECTMEEEEE!" “Cho wh-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa NONONON-~” Cho waved his hands out at her defensively before he was tackled by the same girl who’d tackled him earlier in the hallway. He was once again on the floor looking up at this girl only this time their positioning was a lot odder than it was previously. Cho blinked a few times before furrowing his brow at her. Grabbing hold of both of her arms, sitting himself and her up at the same time he’d point a finger in her face. “Let’s get something straight woman. You can’t just tackle me every time your scared. You think I’m supposed to know when you’re afraid of something?!” Cho would’ve stood himself and her up, dusting off her shirt. “Now the lets get something ELSE straight. You seem to follow me around like white on rice so whatever you brought for lunch you can share! Me and my buddy mike here would love to add you to the click.’’ Another face flashed in Cho’s mind which was the face of the girl who’d asked mike if he was okay and Cho would’ve given her a look. “You leave mikey mike alone. I don’t trust you.” Cho would’ve looked behind him. “Sit behind me Yuki. You’re my personal assistant from now on, or I’ll let the demons get you.” Cho sat down in his seat folding his arms.
He’d raise his hand and hoped that the teacher saw him in order to address his question. “I’d like to give a quick inquisition so I don’t have to wait on the stick but um. My name is Cho Kiriyu. I am in the Art Club and Karate Club and I like to draw comic books.” Cho would’ve nodded, leaning back in his chair and looking up at everyone else in the classroom. It was quite the interesting lot this year. Got a red knight, two obvious stoners, a shy girl, a white haired kid, a busty tan woman, and a brunette with a permanat scowl that reminded him of his sensei Connor. Couldn’t wait to see what kind of b.s came from this year’s events.
Nessa: " Im going to have all of you come infront of the class, and speak a bit about yourself and to tell everyone about your winter break. We'll Start with you... um... Karu Fuera was it? Why don't you come up here and speak to the class about your most recent endevaours. I've seen you on the News actually. We have a celeberity in the class here today everyone. Karu is apart of the super-team known as The Red Knights. Now im excited! Come, come! Tell us about yourself." Luke rolled his eyes in irritating fashion.. he absolutely hated introductions.., . " Now class... No talking while your classmate has there turn to speak on themselves. Karu has the room for now. Now believe it or not, Homeroom has a purpose. Your over all grade in this class can change your overall grade! Just partcipating gives you a 100. So play nice. " As any teacher would use participating for a grade.Others started introducing one another."Of course..is school a cult.. gotta talk about yourself an shit. the fuck kinda place is. this.. I mean I never been to a school but fuck! How.. Blegh!" Thinking to himself he rolled his blue eyes before.. looking out toward the door.. his blue eyes widened seeing a pigailed blonde.. that looked exactly like himself....The blonde male had a shocked expression on his face .!."It can't be.. June Bug..? O'_'O'.."Seeing as she was with the P.E Students.. wearing her Cheerleading outfit.. Her large breasts pressed against the window.of the door.. with her face against it as well. having a surprised look. "NO FUCKIN WAAAY..LUKEY-POO IS THAT YOUUU!!???? It's BEEN LIKE FOREVER!!!OHH LOOK AT YOOOU!!! " It had been his sister June Smith.. a Busty junior that had been a cheerleader the whole 3 years around plus a Smith also in this school.she had been popular with the jocks., her own clique.. Though unlike most of her girlfriends.. was surprising a virgin..well from dick.. Pussy on the other hand was another story.. Rumors said she savaged on the new recruits of the Cheerleaders... Lukes parents also sent her off due to being rather slutty an a tease.. toward butlers in the Mansion as a Pre-teen..which was part of the reason why Luke rebelled and became the way he is from today, June soon swung the door open not caring if she had interrupted the class.... her skirt flying up causing her plumped ass to be exposed.. The Cheerleader.. ran over to her "brother.." Sitting on his desk.."I figured Daddy an Mummy would of kicked you out too! AHHH So exciting!! I figured being the way you are lil bro ~" Luke right eye twitched..."Uh yeah.. could you get outta here your embarassing me." "AS IF! you should be greatful Having a sister like me!"The busty pigtailed teen laughed n snorted at her brother before hearing.. Mr. Bishi Bashi The P.E teacher came about with the shortes shorts ever... showing off his muscular legs.. "JUNE! Jesus christ could you please stop going into every class..Oi is that Luke ?" The blonde male groaned facepalming looking away..It had been his fathers best friend.. Bishi Bashi.. Well known man whore all around..though he'd never thought of seeing him a Gym Teacher.."-__-.. Why is he wearing those fuckin shorts..." Thinking to himself,June gave her younger brother a noogie to the head.. Happy to see that her sibling didn't turn into a rich snob"LIL SHIT ! I'll see ya at lunch time! I hope we gotta class together.. But you " After the two went back to there class.. The blonde male raised his hand .. "Uh Names Luke Smith, I'm new around here.. I come from New Vegas..Also.relative.. to that uh yeah June Smith.. Call me a twink..I'll kick your ass...I also Come from a rich family.. which i cant stand....I'm training myself into the fighting style of Baji Quan.. and I tend to draw on how I feel that very day..And I love drawing..gore, women, crazy crap oh and Especialy Douji-" He covered his mouth as he was finished due to almost spilling out shit he hadn't told anyone at all.."On to the next one Teach"His words had been muffled from his hand over mouth.. his cheeks red as fuck... thus swaying his hand..as he shut his eyes.. tapping his pencil on his desk.nervously....
Cambodian Devil: Yuki frowned, tears having stopped falling from her eyes. He was right, but even so, she didn't really listen. She new very well on how to handle people in a fight. The fear that masked her face was just there. Yin had done her best to keep her daughter from getting involved with physical affairs, and that included allowing her to watch a fight where one of the fighters had died on the spot. The human body was already fragile enough. A few punches to the right places could stop your blood flow, or even damage the nerves in your body.
Fear controlled most people. It kept them from doing anything. Secretly though, Yuki had lessons with her aunt Kana wen fighting. Should her mother learn of this, Yuki would've been dead. If she feared anything, it was Yin's wrath.
With a sigh, she wiped her face of any tears and blinked as Cho practically demanded her a share of lunch for being clingy. She didn't mind, as long as he wasn't asking for much else. A small frown plastered her face and she bit down on her tongue as Cho labeled her as a personal assistant, or else he'd let the "demons" get her. If keeping guys like him feel as if they were high and mighty, then so be it, but Yuki had the feeling that everyone wasn't.. So normal. She was shy, clumsy, but never frightened. The little episode she had, running away from the earlier male and seeing demons, it was just a break down. Yuki hadn't gone to a public school before today. It was all new, but she'd get use to it soon enough.
She took the seat behind Cho, and then pulled out a twin set of squares with certain buttons on them. With a flip of a switch on the side, four holographic screens - two from each box - shot out and fit all four corners of her desk. In front of her were the clubs and all research needed for it. She would join, but Yin didn't want anything that would potentially harm her, so being a manager sounded best. She was born as a strategist. A Seeker if you will. One of Yuki's best points were finding the weaknesses in an opponents stand.
There were clubs... Boxing, Kendo, Wrestling, Karate, and more so. A more "hands on" sport was what she needed. One where she could show what to strike with and where to strike. Karate seemed fun, but so did the other three.. The real question was, which club had the least of male population that would not stare at her, much less flirt. Yuki was pretty, but she pretty much shied away from the upfront guys, but she wasn't interested in having an intimate relationship any time soon.
She hadn't paid much attention to those around her until her name was called out for introductions. She stood up and gave a small bow. "Yuki Sato. I like books, drawing, and sports. I'm looking forward to becoming a manager for one of these clubs soon." A small smile fell upon her lips and she sat back down to study some more.
Tay: Moena's ear's perked up when she heard "Yeah yeah you can go suck a dick if I'm a nuisance you can just leave bitch." Moena looked up and stared at him with wide eyes, if that other boy cam back here, and he looked like he was permanently upset... Moena was in a bad spot. She shrugged and looked back towards the window and listened to him introduce himself. She listened half-heartedly as another introduced himself. She sighed, she HATED shit like this. Moena heard a flurry of movement to her side and ignored it she figured that it was just the really mean kid getting comfortable again to sleep. "Oh yeah that right I almost forgot." she turned her head slightly to look at him in case she had to dive out of the seat if he decided to start with her again. The metallic sounds of the desks legs hitting the floor made her tense up and she felt his hand on her head. 'OH FUCK.' She yelled in her head, the blood rapidly draining from her face he turned her to look at him and he was STILL pissed. She squinted her eyes shut as he looked like he was going to rage on her, she waited for the loud words and possibly blows but they never came. Instead something warm and wet plopped on her face and it moved. Moena opened her eyes, and saw that he was licking her, she froze for a few seconds and her friend was pale as a ghost scared, and trying to contain her giggles at the same time. Moena was still in shock after a few seconds and as his tongue left her face, it left her cheek cold. She remained cam for a few seconds before silently flailing at her desk. After her... episode she looked at him with confusion, wonder and shock. Wiping his drool off her face she leaned over and smacked his thigh, "You can't just LICK people in the face!" She whispered at him. She wasn't really sure how to feel, he just licked her like a dog. She pouted and sat back in her seat puffing her cheeks out and staring at the back of her friends head, until she realized with a delay, that it was her turn, she stood up and quickly as she could she stumbled out her words, "Im Moena the president of the art club and I like fireworks and video games." She quickly sat back down and all but slammed her head on to her desk and covered her face with her strawberry hair and her arms and started mumbling, "First I get licked then I say the dumbest shit ever GG Moena..."
Akira"Savage" Tetsu: Ruji looked over to the girl when he noticed her flailing around before he heard her say that he couldn't just lick people's faces and after she presemted herself to the class his face would twist up "huh" he'd grab her by her school jacket his face even more pissed off then before"you still complaining after I was nice enough to apo--ah whatever just sit there and mope then don't even know why i bothered" Ruji let her school jacket go he didnt feel like making her cry again normally he wouldnt care but for some reason it bothered hom to think about her crying again so Ruji just shifted back in his chair and was about to go back to getting comfortable again when he caught a whiff of something in the classroom a scent he knew all to well "Tch" turned his head towards where Mike that one kid was Sitting and stood up slowly his hair hanging over his face and he'd walk over them, he looked as if he was about to murder someone and when he got next to them he'd just stand there for a moment and would have reached outwards and Wrapped his arm underneath Naomi's neck the girl who sat next to them and locked in the chokehold"The Hell..you come in the class and not even say hi and then sit next to a pansy ass like him that's mean you know Naomi" he'd say seriously choking her from behind before sticking his tongue out and locking the side of her face making sure his tongue was nice and wet , though he loosened his grip a bit when he got distracted by other students coming in the classroom one being a girl named Zane Harper came into class and introduced herself along with a few other the girl walked over by Mike and sat in front of him and When Ruji glanced towards Mike he could help but snicker trying to hold it back but was finding it difficult specially when he randomly said his grandma still tucks him in at night after that it was all over and Ruj8 burst into laughter letting go of Naomi laughing his ass off with his hand covering his face "Good one Mike I'm sure she finds that overly attractive hahaha hahaha why don't you tell her bout how you pissed your pants too then you might really have a shot at her" he'd say laughing and when he picked up the pencil and handed it to her Ruji pulled out his phone and snapped a picture before He had a chance to hide his face behind his comic book "oh man this shitn is priceless aww you just look adorable Hahahaha hey Mike what wrong first time talking to a girl or something haha just tell her how you feel she'll understand hahaha" Ruji would have said "Hey Nomi you should sit back there this guy might rub off on you...well then again that might be a good thing maybe he can teach you to be more feminine hahahahaha" Ruji would have been having the time of his life at the moment as tears were on the verge of coming out his eyes from laughing , yep good ole Classic Ruji notorious nice guy and jackass all in one package he'd then look over to Yuki the girl who tweaked out and tackled Mikes Friend and just simply stared at her before his eye shifted back toward Nomi seeing if she was gonna move or not hanging his arm around her shoulder.-
Ohkaye: Accelia tilted her head as she let all of the people who seemed unable of listening ramble off their short introductions. She mostly ignored the nonsense going on beside her what with dog boy not knowing how to respect someone's personal space. She'd get to that soon enough. The class seemed too rowdy and Mr. Connan seemed mostly unphased by it all, smiling and nodding his head. She rolled her eyes. Standing up she made sure to make the maximum amount of noise she could. She pulled her kendo stick up with her as she let it rest on her shoulder, her other hand lazily holding her waist as she stretched a bit before she began speaking.
"Hello, I'm Accelia Xavian and I'm new here, though I've been travelling around this school for quite a while since I spent my break in Kendo club practicing with Kuro and plan on running for student council president." She said nodding her head. "I know I'm supposed to come up here and talk about myself but honestly, this class is ridiculous. You-" She extended her sword towards Ruji, her glare dark as she leaned onto her alternate foot to support herself. "need to learn about the rules of personal space. Bullying someone for something as stupid as a seat and then licking their face after a crappy apology is really something to behold. You-" She swung her sword around to point at the small art student. "Don't let him treat you like that, have more respect for yourself or no one will take you seriously, even if you are the Art Club's president." She gave her a softer glance but still held her uncaring tone. "You smell to high heavens of weed, air yourself out a little would you?" She said towards Kenji, swinging her sword to point at him. "You-" She bounced to her next victim--Yuki. "You're so goshdarn excessive, chill out a little bit. Geez. Also, you look pretty hurt. Maybe you should see a nurse?" She said, shaking her head sadly at the girl before moving on. "You wish to be student council president yet you come late to class--on the first day, I have you--then make excuses about it, saying that you should be rewarded, rather than just taking your punishment with grace? Shameful. That's not the type of leader this student body needs." She said, narrowing her eyes at Toni after her sword fell into his direction.
Accelia scanned the room for the looks of anger she was sure she accrued before placing her kendo stick back onto her shoulder. She didn't like crowds and she didn't like giving extra effort towards things she didn't need to, but this was too much even for her. Finally her eyes landed on Kuro, and she stared him down.
"And you are disrespectful and condescending to people for absolutely no reason. Find a punching bag and punch that rather than use all of us as your verbal targets." She finished. "Other than that it's nice to be in a class with all of you, hopefully we will get along." She said before giving a deep and respectful bow to her peers. "Let's have a great year together!" She smiled as she came back up from her bow, her curls swarming her face after being displaced.
Kin Tasanagi: Mr. Conan would have nodded his head, the class would have finally came to a calm allowing Accelia to speak. He nodded his head. before walking over to Tobi and handing him the Meter stick so he could step up to the front of his class. It was his turn now.
Uub: Tobi hadn’t been paying much attention - until, the words “.. I'm running for Student Council President.” Had been a bliss.Tobi, nearly swallowed -his own intake of air as it been dashed with a load of what he may call “Bullshit.” He was surely amused that's for sure, she had a pep to her step and he liked it; - he’d wish to see this in all the candidates in this upcoming election. She didn’t hold back her tongue - she was like a black stallion; wild and free - ambitious too. She was bold - that's for sure, but yet lacked so much in comparison to himself. He’d listen carefully to her words; a gentle smile cascading against his face - his eyes marked of beauty as it been colored in a shade of a sheet of ice.
“ Ah.” A light tap from the tenderness of his extended finger would have sunk at the depths of his flaring hint of a rose red lips - squandling amongst of which it acted as a bed beneath it, he allowed the snow tips of his hair to graze against his nose - shielding his gaze. In moments - as the class finally found it’s breath of silence; he’d slowly plants his hands on both sides of his wooden desk - slowly but surely pushing himself up to which he’d been facing The board. It was his turn , finally - he’d let out a swift smile before brushing past a few desks before implanting his feet at the front of the room.
Cuffing his hands together - you’d hear the awakening of soft claps; - and soon they roared louder as they’d been slow but loud - resembling ones of storms at the neck of Kansas. “Thank you, for having me Mr.Conan. First, I’d love to congratulate Accelia on that stunning performance. Really - quite comical to say the least; One question though - you stand before me in a Kimono - flashing a weapon in the face of my fellow classmates and have the audacity to call me unfit - in that current state ? Heh, news flash dear - we’re in Kasaihana High - not San Diego Comic Con.
You say I ask for a reward - I can assure you that's not the case as I’ve already found my reward in aiding the lovely damsel, it’s what I do. Not - for the sake of a reward but on solely morals alone. This is what I shall continue to do - as your Students Council Future President. By, the looks of my classmates - you’re chances aren’t looking so bright doll - but I'm a understanding man. Since - you have no chance as the face of my school act as my Vice and my fellow classmates and I will gladly let it go, - pass it off as - rookie mistake, how does that sound dear ? - I’ll give you time to think on it. ” Tobi, allowed his face to meet the class as a whole this time, as he’d swiftly - lunged his left leg to an upright position where his body surely followed halting his shoulders up.
“ I suppose it’s time I introduce myself. Names, Tobi Mercury. Most know me as one of the top ten High School Boxers in the state. But, my knowledge isn’t only limited to fighting alone - and I aim to provide that if you all give me a chance to act as your Student Council President. I can assure you there is no one more fit than me. I know what you want - and I know how to get it too you. But, enough of that for now I suppose - you’re all smart you know who to vote for - I’m also a fan of shakespeare; as I write a bit of poetry - If you don’t mind I’ll love to share one of my favorite works, Cry Wolf.” Tobi, left them with a gentle smile before pulling a Ukulele from his backpack, quickly pulling amongst its strings he’d spur a bit of words with a gentle symphony.
“ Ahem..
Questions - nothing short of utterless variables,
Declaration of Independence ! - yet limited to its lovers miracles;
From night to dawn;
Upon, their mother's ashes -
I hear them howl -
while heaven's crumbles and Thunder crashes
Is it me?
Or is it I ?
Is it I ? of which their hungers seek ?
Sharing the blood - that lays upon the silver blade I so solemnly sheathe ?
Welcome to Hell your demise awaits - you savage beasts.
Sleep sound my children;
As howls turns to cries;
and growls have grown weak
Fear not Dear Wolf - it’ll soon feel right’
Have You Ever danced with the devil ? - under the pale moonlight. “
Swift and gentle fingertips; remained astray - pushed into a slump in which sly dwindle of his naked olive shade fell prey upon the thin fabrics strengthening the Ukulele wooden core; followed by a soft and kempt demeanor - came the angelic essence behind a toned smile that he drew from the tenderness of his cheeks.Chard, blocks of white making - an dignified appearance that danced upon clear aquatic sea backed by the heavy load of saliva silk that smashed at the gates of his guns. “ That’ll be all, May the lovely Momo please stand up.” Tobi softly stated before peeling himself from the crowds view.
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Tay: “That’ll be all, May the lovely Momo please stand up.” Moena heard her name and looked at Tobi from her state of confusion and swallowed, standing up she pushed a few hairs off her face as she smiled brightly to the room. "Uh, I dunno what's wrong with you all..." but she pointed at Ruji "You licked me, kinda gross. Kinda kinky. Not sure if to be mad or flattered. Also thank you for the compliment." She Turned to Karu and Accelia and stopped to pick her words carefully."Uh, I dunno who you guys are but you, she pointed to Karu have a bug up yo butt." She giggled at her own joke, and she looked at Accelia, "Thank you for defending me, but it wasn't that bad... just becuase I didn't speak up means I don't respect myself. I pick my fights and that one wasn't an important one." She then smiled sweetly at them and twirled her finger around her hair and thought for a second "Uhm...Oh yeah! Im Moena, or Momo for short and I'm head of the Art Club, and we will be offering our services for any campaign posters any candidates who uhm...lack artistic ability may need made." Tugging her jacket around her she sighed and thought of something else to add, but nothing really relevant came to her mind. So she just listed off a few of her hobbies, "Other than art I also like gymnastics, fireworks and video games." She smiled as she looks at Nanalee, and smiles to her. "I hand you the Stick of Truth, beware it's power for whomever controls the stick controls the universe...." She ended gravely before plopping back down in her seat.
Kaiuri: ( https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1geZELepdus )
" My Grandmother still tucks me in at night. " Said the boy behind of her. Zane paused. Her brow furrowed in blank confusion and she just stared at him. Her breathing bright mint irises gazed at him with the most puzzled expression hidden in them. The words passed through her ear canal, in one and out the other. And she snorted, a laugh bubbled up abruptly from the back of her throat. The most unsure smile spread vibrantly across her plum colored lips, " What ? " Her tone was questioning with a hint of laughter mingling in with her words. " What does that have to do with my pencil ? " As she continued to speak to the young man in the neighboring desk, it became clear to her that he hadn't meant to say those words. Zane shook her head slowly as she was unable to suppress a faint rebuttal of laughter. She didn't know why, but this quirky guy seemed like a serious riot. She turned her torso to where she was able to face him more. Her polished ivory hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her hair was thick and crisp and smooth, like a wintery waterfall. Something told her she had just made contact with an oddball. Even though he seemed reserved on the outside, something was nagging at her and telling her that he wasn't. Zane didn't mind it though. It was a little amusing to be around, different, but nice too. The alabaster beauty allowed her gaze to follow him as he leaned down to pick up her pencil. Beneath the thick of her dark lashes, pristine pools of numbing glaze glanced over his form. His messy brown hair was askew and unbrushed looking. Her gaze wandered over the blisters and cuts that strung up his face. They looked fresh . . . Very much so. Part of her was curious to the cause, however she got the feeling that it was best left alone for now. Besides, she was already bothering him. All for a stupid pencil. She felt as if she had interrupted him, he looked like he didn't want to be approached when she first pestered him. She was sure that his train of thought was good and derailed. It felt rude.
" Here. " His face broke out into a toothy grin when he spoke and held out her pencil to her. Taking the pencil, she would have turned back around briefly to set it on her desk. She spun back around just in time to see him pulling out a comic book. His piercing leafy eyes peeked silently from behind the pages of the comic book? It was then that she noticed. The poor boy was embarrassed. Zane felt a little bad, she didn't want him to feel that way. So, it was on to more pestering ! She tried to find something to talk to him about, hopefully break him out of his shell and make a new friend. Her eyes idly roamed over the cover of the book he was reading. And the longer she stared at it, the longer she realized . . . " Oh my goodness, it's AssKick ! " Her eyes widened at the familiar characters on the from cover of the comic. Zane quickly got comfortable and rested her arm on the edge of his desk. She spoke in a hushed tone, " You read AssKick ? " Excitement run through her face, anyone could just see the unnatural happiness flood her vividly clear hues. Zane was a bit of a reader herself, it was really anything she could get her hands on. She read anything. But AssKick ? AssKick was a different story. Zane crossed her legs and smiled clearing her throat of the nerding geek that tried to slither its way past her lips, " You know ? You never told me your name by the way. " Her cheek sat cradled in the palm of her left hand. The conrners of her mouth tugged upwards. A blissful smile found its way to her lips as she tried to make conversation with him. She could tell this was going to be a beeeeautifully budding friendship ! The bright eyed, beauty would smile after a bit hoping he would speak, before turning around and focusing on the activity the teacher had the class doing as a whole. Oh joy.
Kaiuri: Nanalee beheld the bold spectacle that her classmates put on. She was astonished at them all. What was supposed to be a simple ice breaking exercise turned into a straight disaster. Her mind was reeling from all of the accusations, blunt proclamations, and strong stands of assertions. She stared with wide citrus eyes, they grew to the size of grapefruit. " Whoa . . . " Her words, though spoken in a low hum, were muffled by the abstraction of her red scarf. She tossed a look behind her in Zed's general direction, " Dude, we hopped right into an episode of Looney Tunes. Are you seeing this ? "Nanalee just could not believe her eyes and ears. This homeroom session had no chill. What were manners ? Cooth ? What was life !? If she weren't so stunted in speech right now, she would probably be laughing her tot round bum off. Her ginger gaze sought out Zed once more. He spoke a little above a whisper, " Bruh, I don't even think Tweety Bird would wanna deal with these mean ol' Poodey Tats. " Zed mimicked the teensie butter bird. He grinned at Nanalee, she couldn't help but laugh a little. This cooks were insane. Nanalee huffed and shifted in the hard chair she was sitting on. She knew this was going to be a very . . . eventful year.
" I hand you the stick of Truth, beware it's power for whomever controls the stick controls the universe.... " Said a female student. The baton was suddenly in Nanalee's face. In a matter a moments it was her turn. Nanalee stiffened uneasily in her seat when one of her classmates offered her the ' Berserk Baton '. Part of her wanted to opt out and pass, but the stout level headed girl had a feeling that wasn't an option available at this time. Nope, nope, nope ! A feathery sigh tip toed pass her lips. Taking the speaking stick, the petite young lady stood to her feet. Sheepishly hugging the item in question to her chest, Nanalee gave it a whirl. " Good morning to all of you. i am certainly not as entertaining as you all have been to me, so I am going to apologize in advance. " A small smile slipped over her lips and she continued. " My name is Nanalee Hael. I am a returning student at this school. I have 15 brothers and sisters. Eating is my favortie pastime. I don't like it when people crunch on ice. Tangerines are my favorite fruits. And . . . " She paused to think, but couldn't find anything else. " Yea. " Nanalee heard her own words hanging in the air, her ears were grew hot from being forced to talk. It was definitely a step out of her comfort zone. She dropped her booty back in her seat quickly before handing the baton off to Zed.
" Why, thank you ma'am. I'll go ahead ans start of, " Zed stood to his feet andheld up his hands, his right held the stick." My name is Zed Harper, I'm a Virgo, I enjoy the occassional jerk off before bedtime. " Zed stated casually. A few of the girls in the classroom groaned at that last remark, while some of the guys dared to clap and cheer. His eye's caught hold of Nanalee's and her about pissed his pants laughing right then. But he didn't. You know why ? Because that would be lame ! The tall male stood boldly with his body towering over them at a shocking 6'7. He smiled at a crooked slant and combed his fingers through the thick of his dark hair before continuing. " I am a democrat, Donald Trump is a dumbass, and the day selfie sticks were made a thing should have signaled a real life Purge. " He took a bow. His ears eating up the mild hum of laughter and cakling growing in volume around the room. Zed was a clown and comedy was his crown. He enjoyed it. " And now, without further adu . . . " Zed batted his eyelashes flirtatiously in Zane's direction. " I hereby pass this blasted baton, to you. " He smiled at his baby sister.
Zane stared at him for all of two seconds before she snatched the stick out of Zed's grip. " Well, first thing's first. " Her words vibrated with a thick celtic accent. Placid eyes with gilded hues glanced in Zed's general direction. Taking the talking stick in her hands, she aimed it clear to the back of her brother's head and swung. KONK ! Zed winced and his hands immediately fled to hold the back of his noggin. He yelped, " Owch ! " Zane smirked devilishly at him before turning to face the class. Her tone was completely different. The corners of her lips tugged upwards in a smile. Her vibrantly opal colored hair began swaying mildly past her waist as stood to her feet. Zane leaned her backside against the top of her desk while speaking, " My name is Zane Harper. I am a transfer student. I like archery, I can hit almost anything when using a bow. I like to write, reading is cool, snacking is amazing. " She pointed the baton towards Zed. " And I am unfortunately related to this idiot. " She finished up as a giggled bubbled up and out from the back of her throat. " Zane tapped the toe of her shoe in rhythm on the tile floor of the classroom. " Thats all I am willing to share at this time, and now -- " She smiled meekly in the general direction of the boy sitting behind of her. " Here. " She said to him and handed him the baton. " Its about time you told me that name of yours, don't you think ? " Her voice rang melodically, like chiming bells.
Kin Tasanagi: SOme of the kids would have cracked up when the snow haired vixen handed him the meter stick. " Oh, its my turn? " He said looking around before taking it from her and standing out of his desk, fixing his outfit as he walked to the front of the class. Alright Mikey. Be cool, be cool. Its just talking to a bunch of stupid teenagers, how bad could it possibly be? He thought to himself as he turned to face them all. Bright emerald eyes focused out on them. A girl chewing her gum would have been scowling at him through her thick nerdy glasses. " My names Michael Allen. Im... a DJ for hire. I've been doing it for three years. I like to skateboard. And um... I read Comics. " He said looking at the AssKick comic that the white haired female had made mention of him reading a few moments ago. " Im Coming in this year as a Sophomore. And Im Hoping... to Join one of the sports club this year! " He said passionately causing the class to go into an Uproar. Blo'Ro would have been shaking his head with one of the girls with the larger backsides of the class sitting in his lap in the back of the room. His long dreads cascading down his back. " You'd have a better chance at being some fat bears twink fuck faggot. " Blo'Ro said harshly causing the class to burst out in laughter. Mike looked around for a moment before he began to laugh as well. " hahahaha, you always have the funny Jokes Blo'Ro! Hahahaha. " Mike said as some of the kids gave him a death glare for even daring to pull into their crude and cruel humor. He looked down walking over to his seat before the bell would have finally Rang, ending the Homeroom session. " Oh! Class we do this again tomorrow! Everyone whom didn't get the chance to go up don't feel bad you'll get your chance soon. Everyone have a wonderful rest of the day! " Mr.Conan said before he gave Tobi a look. " Tobi, you and your 'friends' stick around for a bit." Conan said as the Kids began to pull out of the class room.
Mike walked over to his backpack pulling it over his shoulder before he he looked back over at Zane. Go ask her for her number Stupid... do something! Don't Just...Stand there! But Mike would have shook his head before turning to cho. " Yo bro, meet up with me after school. Got something I want to show you. " He looked over at the white haired female one more time where he would have finally sighed. " Always tomorrow right? Not like im gonna Die or something... right? " He would have said to himself for reassurance. Blo'Ro would have been speaking with a few of the boys. Pointing over at Mike as he walked out of the classroom. Speaking to Ruji and a few others whom had been in the class with a few of his goons from earlier that day whom had helped Blo' put a beating on Mike. Paying it no mind however he continued his walk down the hall onward to his next class.
All of the students would have dispersed for all of there next classes while a small few stayed along. All of which oddly enough having snow...white... hair. Mr Conan would have closed the door behind the students before he locked the door. Looking over the small group of Zane, Tobi, and Zach.
" Now... lets speak business..."
He says hitting the upperlock on the door
Meanwhile
( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SyoBQCzsYAM )The sound of a car pulling up into the school would have caught the ear of all of those whom had been outside as a man in a black suit stepped out of his chromed over hover car. He had green minty hair. " Evening. " He said smiling from ear to ear as he pulled his top hat off to greet one of the teachers.
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His swagger spoke for itself as he pulled into the Depths of Kasahana high with a bright grin on his face. His shoes clanking against the tile floors. Some of the students would have been giving him the stink eye while others seemed simply freaked out by him. With each step he'd make his way down to the front office where he'd nod his head to the receptionist in the front before continuing his stroll forward right into the principals office. " Brother! " The green haired man said barging into the room with the principal whom would have pulled his head up from a Manga he'd been reading. " Ahhh... its you brother. So you've returned then? I wasn't expecting you to be back for another 10 years. " " Im off duty. " " So i heard. Your aware that Primis will be looking for you right? " Nohara said as he folded his arms. Principle Nohara is prone to eccentric moments nestled in between serious moments, making light of a heavy mood and is portrayed as a man with more money than sense, but is very cheap when it comes to spending on others such as the school and such. He loves to eat sweets and he is deeply interested in the Japanese pop culture, proudly stating that he is an otaku (that is, loves computers, anime/manga, and/or pop culture to the point that it negatively effects his social life). Which would explain his idea on the school dress code. School wise Aku is very caring to his students but some might say he's too easy on them. On events that occur regular like school fights Aku seems to rather enjoy them often times calling it "Kids being kids". With his questionable methods it's hard to believe that this man has been principle for so long. " They've been searching for you since your attack on Kasaihana. And apparently a bunch of you attacking 2nd soul Tokyo a few years back? " " All in the past brother I wasn't myself. Im better now. And Im working for Primis again! Im here for them actually. Im head of the Omega Gene registration act for the schools. You know the Mayor just passed the bill over. I've been making sure that all Meta-human children are accounted for...appropriately. I hope you won't mind me sticking around for awhile Hm Nohara? " The green haired man said with the largest grin upon his face. Showing his large cartoonish like teeth. " Not at all Dogg. Who am I to argue with our government?" " Delightful! You know. They spoke of you the other day. The Eye wishes you never left our order. Hmph, he says what a disgrace wasting all of that talent to be a stupid principal. Ah well, no need to fret now brother...Mad Dogg's here to take care of you. Like the old days...when we were kids. " He said looking back at his 'brother' as he stepped to the door, closing it behind him.
Nohara would have went silent before he crossed his arms, his eyes starting to slant a bit as he allowed images from years past break through his mind in flashes. "Hopefully... not to much like the old days... Brother. "