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Realistic or Modern ✿ hokusei gardening club［ic］
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[import]9128156[/import][div class="maincontainer"][div class="pagetitle"]hokusei gardening club[/div][div class="textarea"]It's been a month since classes began. Students and faculty alike have settled back into the daily grind. Thick coats and blazers are now being abandoned in favor of lighter jackets and sweaters, though the cool breeze still makes bringing mufflers a must. Those unused to weather in Hokkaido may find it very chilly (around 12C/50F) for this time of the year, but for its longtime residents, it's the perfect weather to be eating outside.
With the club budget pitch only one week away, clubs are scrambling to appeal to the students and teachers about why they deserve it. Obviously, the school's sports clubs are probably getting the lion's share of it which leaves most of the culture clubs fighting for their slice of the pie. The Gardening Club has been strangely quiet about it, but past students of Hokusei know it's only a matter of time until the weirdoes do something strange to get their share.
It's Monday 4pm now. Classes are done and most are headed home or attending to their club's activities. Kazuo has summoned hisminions members to the club room to discuss their plans for the upcoming pitch. After all, how else would he keep the little snack bar in the club funded?[/div][/div]
With the club budget pitch only one week away, clubs are scrambling to appeal to the students and teachers about why they deserve it. Obviously, the school's sports clubs are probably getting the lion's share of it which leaves most of the culture clubs fighting for their slice of the pie. The Gardening Club has been strangely quiet about it, but past students of Hokusei know it's only a matter of time until the weirdoes do something strange to get their share.
It's Monday 4pm now. Classes are done and most are headed home or attending to their club's activities. Kazuo has summoned his
amended
I am an Eternal Spring flowing under dirt.
The entire day had been building, almost methodically, to make Yoshi's temper overflow. Upon waking, the boy quickly found his intended time of waking passed by thirty minutes, his phone charger not connected entirely which allowed his only source of noting the encroaching day to die silently in the night. His father always leave ten minutes before he has to wake up, leaving Yoshi to his own devices of getting ready for the day. The first step out of bed resulted in an awful cramp that shot up his entire leg, due to an awkward sleeping position which restricted blood flow to his right walking extremity. The seething boy pressed on, however, driven by an already boiling anger. The shower he took was quick and cold, serving to sober the boy somewhat before he had to hurriedly get dressed and scurry out the door.
The haphazardly-dressed boy had only put his foot through the threshold of the school before he realized he had skipped on breakfast and forgotten to prepare any lunch for the day. It was around this point that Yoshi had accepted that today would be terrible, absolutely downright awful. Sneaking out of the main building during lunchtime, Yoshi decided to raid the snack machines near the entrance of the school to try and stave his exhaustion. Yet his wallet was surprisingly dry, his allowance being forgotten at home as with the rest of his food. What little money Yoshi had went to a canned tea which he began drinking feverishly, pacing himself only when he finished half of it and refusing to drink any more of it until club time at the end of the day.
Throughout the entire day, Yoshi had not stopped grumbling to himself at all; his voice continued to drone and drone at a quiet volume, rising and falling as his surroundings changed, not even stopping for the teacher's lecture. And just to add even further to his bad day, the boy accidentally stumbled into the doorframe as he went to exit the classroom, resulting in a rise of giggles from a couple of less-than-friendly classmates. Now, Yoshi paces hotly towards the greenhouse, the can of tea repeatedly being dented and fixed in Yoshi's right hand. The scowl that is signature to the Okada boy seems intensified today, far more wild and intensive than it has been in a couple of weeks. "... cold, disgusting, miserable... dumb idiots, stupid assholes... meaningless tea..." Yoshi murmurs, his eyes shooting back and forth across the hallway as he symbolically shoots down anyone who happens to even attempt eye contact with him.
Outside, Yoshi takes several deep breaths without breaking his stride, meaning less to calm down but more to get that awful stench of the school children out of his nose. The greenhouse door's hinges let out a metallic screech as Yoshi flings the door open. In one smooth motion, he slips his backpack off the single shoulder it is hanging on and launches it to the chair closest to the small speaker (that, *ahem* he paid for). Almost simultaneously, the can goes flying towards the general direction of the trash can, obviously not directed at the disposal bin, and slams into the window bar, barely missing two glass planes on either side. What little tea had been left by Yoshi had either flung out in the head-over-end flight motion of the can or slowly dirbbles out in the following seconds of the impact.
Pacing towards his bag, Yoshi, almost habitually, takes a foot to the back of the chair, causing it to tilt backwards. Grabbing the top of it, he yanks it forward, stabilizing it, before staunchly sitting. "Idiots, idiots, idiots, idiots!" Yoshi shouts, barely even noting Kazuo's presence in the same room, completely in a controlled state of rage. "Buncha' low-life, mouth breathing, worm eating idiots! It's almost like none of them have ever tripped before in their lives!" Yoshi complains to anyone who would even consider listening to him. Although, it's almost strange seeing Yoshi so talkative, considering he'd usually stew about in his anger silently as opposed to verbalizing his rage like this.
Mentions:
BriiAngelic
BriiAngelic
*Willingly Participates in Self Sabotoge*
~The Greenhouse~
Preach || Kazuo’s CS File
The day was going about as well as he could expect, banal at best and at its worst it was enough to nearly drive a person mad. Ultimately it was a test in his patience when it came to his morning routine, even when his mother and father weren’t around their very presence filled the air. It sometimes felt like the elegant facade would never shatter. The ruse was enough to make a difference to their neighbors though, even as he and his brothers laughed from behind the scenes. Were they wealthy, yes a fair bit. Did that wealth come from birth, not at all. He sometimes wondered just what some would think if they knew the way Kazuo carried himself was a mere reflection of his parents delusions of grandeur.
As he descended the staircase he adjusted his tie, one day he’d burn the dang thing up in flames but for now it was an unfortunately necessary piece to playing the part of a model student and citizen. He grabbed his blazer from the coat closet and threw it on careful to not make a mess of the gently ironed folds. He patted himself down making sure that his appearance was nothing less than immaculate. He looked into the hallway mirror and did his usual practice of smiling in an open and friendly way. He after all had to maintain his own facade as the friend to all people, if he wasn’t the kind upperclassman he’d hardly be able to get away with as much as he did. After all when all you’ve known is the kind and helpful outer skin it became so much harder to believe that rumors could be true.
As he walked down the hall he did his usual greeting of all remembering each and every face and name. He knew that their opinions would be radically different of him had they known the reason this was so easy for him was because he regularly partakes in the very rumors he would comfort them from. He let out a little giggle as he thought about how many would absolutely hate him if they knew the real him. Ah whoops now they were questioning, but that was easy enough to deal with some disingenuous flattery.
He spent his lunch time in the clubroom taking the precious few moments he could to enjoy his break and drop the facade to enjoy scrolling through forums. Oh it looks like his favorite artist was uploading music. He connected his phone and put the music on full blast knowing full well the only people that came out this way were his club members besides they were we’ll used to his antics. Part of him wanted to just skip out on the entirety of the afternoon classes but that wouldn’t look good on the model student act he had going on. Reluctantly he managed to get through the drag of the day with a dramatic sigh.
Once he returned to the clubroom he immediately went for the piles of pillows and beanbags that he’d dragged in on his first day as president of the club kicking off his shoes before hopping in. To be fair most of the things here he’d bought and brought in but he had special attachment to the faux bed they’d set up right at the back of the greenhouse. After all it was a large enough pile that all the club members could easily fit with space for five more, even though not all of them had made use of it. He buried under one of the light blankets in the pile but he could hardly get comfy before he’d heard the screech of the door opening and a slam.
He groaned in annoyance, that was definitely Yoshi. He looked up to see his thoughts confirmed. Yup, after all the door wasn’t supposed to make that noise despite the fact that he’d been consistently capable of it. He sat up from the pile as he watched Yoshi rant on. He started to slowly clap as the boy finished only to start talking announcing his presence.
“Wowwww, that’s a new record. Four idiots in a row and a full sentence. What's the special occasion? C’mon this is great! Are you gonna join in the land of the living now and participate with the club? Are you gonna be the scary upperclassmen still when our lil munchkins get here.”
Kazuo had maintained his amicable smile all the while. In reality he was a bit impressed, talking more was good Yoshi had lost that. Still he couldn’t resist the urge to tease his club members, especially when he’d mainly let the boy rock for being one of the oldest club members.
Aster
travelling satelite
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[div class=Gradient][/div][div class=Container][div class=Background][div class=BackBox][div class=Side][div class=IconBox][div class=Icon][/div][/div][div class=SideTitle]akiyama mari[/div][div class=SideBox][div class=HiddenScrollSide]Location: Greenhouse
Mood: Do I really want to know? No, not really.
Mentions: Touma
August
Interactions: Yoshi
amended
Kazuo
BriiAngelic
[/div][/div][/div][div class=SideBorder][/div][div class=Main][div class=MainBox][div class=HiddenScrollMain]The day had been like any other. Mundane, repetitious and cold. It was always fucking freezing in Hokkaido, something Mari, who was prone to being perpetually cold, regretfully learned only after moving abruptly. Summers were more bearable even with the intolerable heat and she would exchange the other seasons for three more summers in a heartbeat.
"This is fine," she'd tell herself, as she trudged out of the classrooms towards the club greenhouse after class. The wind nipped her cheeks in light bite. It's nothing compared to winter's gale and she could appreciate that.
She yelps when her hand touches the metal handle of the door. A jolt of electricity courses up her hand and she scowls at it as she enters, hoping in vain that Touma was already inside. Just the thought of the boy had her smiling, though she was slightly disappointed that he hadn't came with her to the greenhouse this time. He had things to do and it wasn't like they could be "joined at the hip" as their club president would put it (though it's no secret that Mari wished they were. She hated having to leave his side, even for menial tasks.)
She's greeted by a loud string of "idiots" and comes in just in time to witness a near-empty can fly in an arc across the room. Her eyes follow it and she dryly mouths a "wooow". Kazuo's teasing remarks towards the clearly harassed-looking can-offender are poorly timed. And for a second, Mari almost feels bad for Yoshi. He clearly had a rough day but if he had been in the gardening club for as long as she's has, he'd know better than to take Kazuo's words at face value. The blonde herself had already started filtering whatever he was saying from in one ear and out the other.
Her presence is announced as she walked over to the can, placing it in its should-be destination: the trash bin. Her eyes fall briefly at Kazuo before flickering back at the trash bin. She tries not pointedly not to make a non-verbal declaration and keeps her mouth smartly shut. The corners of her lips, however, do turn up.
"Did something happen in class, Okada-san?" Mari asks politely, setting her belongings down in her usual spot.
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Mood: Do I really want to know? No, not really.
Mentions: Touma
August
Interactions: Yoshi
amended
Kazuo
BriiAngelic
[/div][/div][/div][div class=SideBorder][/div][div class=Main][div class=MainBox][div class=HiddenScrollMain]The day had been like any other. Mundane, repetitious and cold. It was always fucking freezing in Hokkaido, something Mari, who was prone to being perpetually cold, regretfully learned only after moving abruptly. Summers were more bearable even with the intolerable heat and she would exchange the other seasons for three more summers in a heartbeat. "This is fine," she'd tell herself, as she trudged out of the classrooms towards the club greenhouse after class. The wind nipped her cheeks in light bite. It's nothing compared to winter's gale and she could appreciate that.
She yelps when her hand touches the metal handle of the door. A jolt of electricity courses up her hand and she scowls at it as she enters, hoping in vain that Touma was already inside. Just the thought of the boy had her smiling, though she was slightly disappointed that he hadn't came with her to the greenhouse this time. He had things to do and it wasn't like they could be "joined at the hip" as their club president would put it (though it's no secret that Mari wished they were. She hated having to leave his side, even for menial tasks.)
She's greeted by a loud string of "idiots" and comes in just in time to witness a near-empty can fly in an arc across the room. Her eyes follow it and she dryly mouths a "wooow". Kazuo's teasing remarks towards the clearly harassed-looking can-offender are poorly timed. And for a second, Mari almost feels bad for Yoshi. He clearly had a rough day but if he had been in the gardening club for as long as she's has, he'd know better than to take Kazuo's words at face value. The blonde herself had already started filtering whatever he was saying from in one ear and out the other.
Her presence is announced as she walked over to the can, placing it in its should-be destination: the trash bin. Her eyes fall briefly at Kazuo before flickering back at the trash bin. She tries not pointedly not to make a non-verbal declaration and keeps her mouth smartly shut. The corners of her lips, however, do turn up.
"Did something happen in class, Okada-san?" Mari asks politely, setting her belongings down in her usual spot.
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August
King of Smols
Takanashi Touma
The Greenhouse
Interactions:Platonic Waifu Mari (
Aster
) , Pillow senpai Kazuo (
BriiAngelic
) , Angry bean Yoshi (
amended
)
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Touma's day had been quiet, annoyingly so. Even his house had a silent start to its day, his grandma still out for some convention and judging from the messages on his phone his parents had a fun night at a hotel. The school was no better, today was filled with taking notes and most of what he had was scribbled nonsense so it could at least look like he was on board. All of his bets were placed on the club meeting Kazuo was calling for, and as much as he wanted to rush over there to see all of his friends jammed up in the greenhouse he had to take care of something first but he wasn't sure how long it would take so he told Mari not to wait on him.
Although it might have sounded like there was something important he needed to do, in reality, Touma was just on his phone sending his gram-gram more lives on some mobile game she was into. It was some anime fighting puzzle game and the only reason why he played it was to send friendship stuff to his grandma. Touma didn't really know how to play outside of that, and the whole puzzle mechanic confused him. Why would your powers only work with certain color combos? That didn't make any sense . . .
Sending lives had only taken a few seconds, but he didn't want Mari to glance over at his phone and realized how much money he spent on the game. He didn't know what he was doing on the game, but the costume bonuses were cute and he liked getting all of the special armor for his characters in the game. It had come to a point where he had bought 28 different characters and around 90 costumes for them. Not his proudest achievement.
It was best not to think about it, Touma thought to himself as he closed the app and put his phone away. Without even stepping foot into the Greenhouse, he could already tell it would be better than taking notes in school and that idea alone hyped him up. Not even bothering to assess the situation Touma swung the door open tossing his bag to the left side of the room aiming for a leftover bucket.
"I'm home~" He announced himself in a sing-songy tone before cringing at the sound of the bucket being knocked over. This was something Touma was working on, and probably the only reason the bucket was still in the Greenhouse. "It'll land in the bucket eventually . . . " He mumbled quietly before finally taking in the scene.
Mari had gotten there before him, and he could see Yoshi right away. Took him a bit longer to notice Kazuo in the pillow bed thingy he set up for them. Even though he had paused he to get a good look at everyone, clearly he had missed out on something but he wasn't sure what. If he had to guess, Yoshi had flung his bag and it landed into the chair just as he had intended so now he was hyped about it-- but Mari must be concerned that he could have damaged something . . . Or something like that.
"Did I miss something?" Touma made his way across the room to the pile Kazuo was in, flopping down in it to join in on the comfort of pillows and beanbags. He was one of the few club members who willingly joined in on the super-sized bed of friendship. It didn't bother him that Kazuo was already occupying it and if it bothered his senpai he didn't notice. Once he had settled in, he smiled over at Mari and patted down at a spot trying to get her to join in, and repeated the gesture at Yoshi . . . Still not noticing that he was steamed about something. Or maybe Touma did notice and just figured that embracing each other's presence on the friendship bed would make him feel better.
The Greenhouse
Interactions:
Aster
) ,
BriiAngelic
) ,
amended
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Touma's day had been quiet, annoyingly so. Even his house had a silent start to its day, his grandma still out for some convention and judging from the messages on his phone his parents had a fun night at a hotel. The school was no better, today was filled with taking notes and most of what he had was scribbled nonsense so it could at least look like he was on board. All of his bets were placed on the club meeting Kazuo was calling for, and as much as he wanted to rush over there to see all of his friends jammed up in the greenhouse he had to take care of something first but he wasn't sure how long it would take so he told Mari not to wait on him.
Although it might have sounded like there was something important he needed to do, in reality, Touma was just on his phone sending his gram-gram more lives on some mobile game she was into. It was some anime fighting puzzle game and the only reason why he played it was to send friendship stuff to his grandma. Touma didn't really know how to play outside of that, and the whole puzzle mechanic confused him. Why would your powers only work with certain color combos? That didn't make any sense . . .
Sending lives had only taken a few seconds, but he didn't want Mari to glance over at his phone and realized how much money he spent on the game. He didn't know what he was doing on the game, but the costume bonuses were cute and he liked getting all of the special armor for his characters in the game. It had come to a point where he had bought 28 different characters and around 90 costumes for them. Not his proudest achievement.
It was best not to think about it, Touma thought to himself as he closed the app and put his phone away. Without even stepping foot into the Greenhouse, he could already tell it would be better than taking notes in school and that idea alone hyped him up. Not even bothering to assess the situation Touma swung the door open tossing his bag to the left side of the room aiming for a leftover bucket.
"I'm home~" He announced himself in a sing-songy tone before cringing at the sound of the bucket being knocked over. This was something Touma was working on, and probably the only reason the bucket was still in the Greenhouse. "It'll land in the bucket eventually . . . " He mumbled quietly before finally taking in the scene.
Mari had gotten there before him, and he could see Yoshi right away. Took him a bit longer to notice Kazuo in the pillow bed thingy he set up for them. Even though he had paused he to get a good look at everyone, clearly he had missed out on something but he wasn't sure what. If he had to guess, Yoshi had flung his bag and it landed into the chair just as he had intended so now he was hyped about it-- but Mari must be concerned that he could have damaged something . . . Or something like that.
"Did I miss something?" Touma made his way across the room to the pile Kazuo was in, flopping down in it to join in on the comfort of pillows and beanbags. He was one of the few club members who willingly joined in on the super-sized bed of friendship. It didn't bother him that Kazuo was already occupying it and if it bothered his senpai he didn't notice. Once he had settled in, he smiled over at Mari and patted down at a spot trying to get her to join in, and repeated the gesture at Yoshi . . . Still not noticing that he was steamed about something. Or maybe Touma did notice and just figured that embracing each other's presence on the friendship bed would make him feel better.
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I am an Eternal Spring flowing under dirt.
Yoshi's annoyance quickly shifts itself from his classmates to Kazuo quickly. He's gotten used to his old friend's picking over the length of their acquaintance, but friendly banter is the last thing Yoshi wants to hear currently. His contorted features shoot towards the boy on the bed, his right arm pulling back and gripping the top of the back of his chair. "Scary upper classman!" Yoshi mocks in a high-pitched, slurred voice. "Don't even play me that card!" He remarks, leaning forward with his arm still relaxing on the top of the chair. "I'll come back to the land of the living when I damn well ple-" Yoshi is stopped short as his eyes quickly catch the sight of his academic mentor making her way over to the can to pick it up. The grimace gracing Okada's face a second earlier suddenly softens, his eyes dropping and scanning the floor in front of himself as he abruptly tries to soften his attitude. "Nothing happened, it was just a bunch of kids being idiots." He says, his face regaining its prior contortion momentarily as he lets the word "idiots" slip out of his mouth.
His eyes slowly raise, coming to rest on the rather delicate-looking girl. "I don't have any homework." Yoshi states, his demeanor becoming increasingly reserved as he falls from his rage. This is not to say he isn't any less angry, however, as Yoshi is merely just more aware of his actions and mannerisms around the one person he truly holds respect for. A grimace still on his face, the boy almost jumps as a backpack flies directly in front of his path of sight and slams into a bucket, knocking it over with a loud, metallic bang. Yoshi's eyes break towards the door, spotting Touma, the whirlwind of chaos in all of his cheery (ugh) glory. Okada bites his tongue at Touma's question, realizing having to explain it will just make him even more irritated than he already is. Turning in his chair, Yoshi plugs his phone into the speaker next to him and hits play on his music player.
Even with one of his favorites playing, Yoshi's mood still resolves itself to an annoyed, angered, and slightly embarrassed mess. While Touma makes his way to the bed, Yoshi's eyes return that same downcast, disgruntled look he had earlier back to Kazuo. "Land of the living my ass, sounds like something an idiot would say." he states sharply, looking towards the window once he's finished insulting Kaz. "You're a virgin, I'm a virgin~ ~We've Got Virgin Blues!" The lyrics draw Yoshi's eyes away from the window and into a deadly side-glance towards the bed. It's easy for people to be critical of Yoshi's music, or so he's discovered through his time at Hokusei. It's probably just as easy for someone with an immature mind to make jokes utilizing his music, and while Yoshi won't point any fingers, two culprits automatically come to mind.
Through his side-glance, Yoshi notices Touma patting the bed, offering Okada a spot on the cushion(s?). Turning his head even more, Yoshi's eyes narrow at the prone male. "Go to hell." He states simply, returning to his gaze out the window. The days are either too long or not long enough. Where's the hell is the in-between? Yoshi thinks silently, spying a cloud that drones lazily in front of the sun.
Interactions:
August
(Touma),
Aster
(Mari),
BriiAngelic
(Kazuo)
fluticasone
neru
[import]9189341[/import][div class="maincontainer"][div class="title"]maezono ren[/div][div class="subtitle"]
amended
August
Aster
BriiAngelic
[/div][div class="content"]Whatever his mother was saying was going through one ear and out the other. Ren tuned out the woman speaking on his phone, instead focusing on wrapping himself as warmly as possible before he had to head out. Hokkaido's spring was colder than Kyoto's winter. It didn't help that the city was near the sea, so cool air from the water frequently chilled the place further.
"Ren, are you even listening?" The teenager responded a beat too late, confirming his mother's suspicions. "Whatever. Just make sure to check the bank soon. We already deposited your budget for the month."
"Okay." Pulling his phone away from his ear, he checked the time on the screen. "Sorry mom, I gotta go. I have a club meeting. Bye." He disconnected the call, relieved with the immediate feeling of distance. But there was another hurdle to face, and he could only stall for so long until either Kazuo or Touma hunted him down. He wouldn't put it past them to figure out where he lived and crash the place if he didn't show up.
Pulling his coat tighter around him, he opened the door leading out, rushing to make his way to the greenhouse. He was far from excited - more like dreading the meeting, frankly. The cryptic message of the club president only exacerbated his reluctance to participate in whatever he had planned. Still, his footsteps were light and quick as he made his way through the nippy spring air, trying to keep his time spent outside as short as possible. He used the greenhouse entrance instead of the club room's door as it was closer, closing the entrance quickly behind him so the chill couldn't enter. Ren could hear the muffled sound of music through the walls, which meant either Kazuo or Yoshi were already inside. Others could be there as well.
Pulling off his muffler, he gave a quiet greeting as he opened the door to the club room. "Sorry, I had to an--"
"Go to hell."
Ren froze in place at the threat, even though a brief perusal of the room revealed that the order wasn't directed at him. However, his entrance had the unintended effect of calling everyone's attention. Unnerved, he took a seat in a far corner of the room, away from both the faux bed and Okada. Gold eyes furtively studied the people in the room, trying to gauge the mood and general atmosphere. Obviously Yoshi was pissed, but that wasn't anything new. Touma was oblivious as per usual. Mari was avoiding meeting his eye. Kazuo was... being Kazuo. Nothing new.
"Yoshida-san, why did you call us here?" He wanted to get whatever it was over and done with. Nothing Kazuo suggested every bode well for him or the other members.[/div][/div]
amended
August
Aster
BriiAngelic
[/div][div class="content"]Whatever his mother was saying was going through one ear and out the other. Ren tuned out the woman speaking on his phone, instead focusing on wrapping himself as warmly as possible before he had to head out. Hokkaido's spring was colder than Kyoto's winter. It didn't help that the city was near the sea, so cool air from the water frequently chilled the place further."Ren, are you even listening?" The teenager responded a beat too late, confirming his mother's suspicions. "Whatever. Just make sure to check the bank soon. We already deposited your budget for the month."
"Okay." Pulling his phone away from his ear, he checked the time on the screen. "Sorry mom, I gotta go. I have a club meeting. Bye." He disconnected the call, relieved with the immediate feeling of distance. But there was another hurdle to face, and he could only stall for so long until either Kazuo or Touma hunted him down. He wouldn't put it past them to figure out where he lived and crash the place if he didn't show up.
Pulling his coat tighter around him, he opened the door leading out, rushing to make his way to the greenhouse. He was far from excited - more like dreading the meeting, frankly. The cryptic message of the club president only exacerbated his reluctance to participate in whatever he had planned. Still, his footsteps were light and quick as he made his way through the nippy spring air, trying to keep his time spent outside as short as possible. He used the greenhouse entrance instead of the club room's door as it was closer, closing the entrance quickly behind him so the chill couldn't enter. Ren could hear the muffled sound of music through the walls, which meant either Kazuo or Yoshi were already inside. Others could be there as well.
Pulling off his muffler, he gave a quiet greeting as he opened the door to the club room. "Sorry, I had to an--"
"Go to hell."
Ren froze in place at the threat, even though a brief perusal of the room revealed that the order wasn't directed at him. However, his entrance had the unintended effect of calling everyone's attention. Unnerved, he took a seat in a far corner of the room, away from both the faux bed and Okada. Gold eyes furtively studied the people in the room, trying to gauge the mood and general atmosphere. Obviously Yoshi was pissed, but that wasn't anything new. Touma was oblivious as per usual. Mari was avoiding meeting his eye. Kazuo was... being Kazuo. Nothing new.
"Yoshida-san, why did you call us here?" He wanted to get whatever it was over and done with. Nothing Kazuo suggested every bode well for him or the other members.[/div][/div]
BriiAngelic
*Willingly Participates in Self Sabotoge*
~The Greenhouse~
Food Court || Kazuo’s CS File
Kazuo let out an audible sigh as Mari came into the greenhouse. It would be them that arrived the earliest. He was under the personal belief that Yoshi was a lost cause until he learned to manage that temper of his. It was so laughably sad that he’d actually been someone of interest before he willfully destroyed his own image like a child throwing a tantrum. Still the bland little girl could go and try all she wanted to help him. No skin off his back if she gets yelled at, it’d only really be a problem if Yoshi went to hit her. Granted he wouldn’t let that happen, after all he could only ignore so much. Luckily he had a soft spot for the girl, which almost made the two of them go up in interest. Almost.
His smile became a bit more genuine as Touma entered the club and went straight for the pillow bed. He was sure to aim a sarcastic smile right to Mari and sneakily stuck his tongue out at her from behind Touma. Edging on the boring ones was a rather fun pastime of his. He was quick to cut it out before Touma turned back to him.
“Oh? I dunno Yoshi’s simply having a rather tough day. So please excuse his manners. He’ll be back to himself soon.”
He let Yoshi go on and fiddle with the music as he pleased. He recognized the song as one that the male had played before. Without realizing it he started to hum along with the song. He figured that Yoshi was already in a bad mood but his snapping was more familiar than it ought to be. He let out a sigh as he saw Ren enter through the corner of his eye. Well scolding could wait for now.
“Goooood Afternoon Ren-chan! Mmmmm I could tell- Yoshi-kun could you turn it down a sec- Now I could tell you guys buttttt it’s funner if you guys take turns and guess. Plus we still need Sumi-chan to come around as well. You’re rather impatient Ren-chan. Though I did already tell her whoops, I guess we can go on.”
Interacting With:
All Club Members Here
(
fluticasone
August
amended
Aster
)
Mentions:
Kasumi
(
Life.
)
Life.
Forever Wandering
Kasumi Aoki
The characters on the page began to blur into blobs the longer Kasumi's eyes stared at them. It had been a long day of periodically shifting her attention between the window next to her and the notes in front of her, but the former action occupied most of her attention. If the girl had not taken any breaks in between her attempts to focusing on the material being taught, she would have collapsed at some point from drowsiness. Kasumi's long day had actually started in the previous evening when nightmares plagued her sleep, which resulted in a restless night. It wasn't often that she had them, but when Kasumi's consciousness decided to conjure up nightmares they would frighten the girl to the point where she questioned her existence.
Her mindless trance was interrupted when the last bell of the school day rang, indicating Kasumi's and the rest of the students' freedom. She released a relieved and tired sigh before resting her head down on the desk. The cool touch of the table sent shivers down her back until it began to warm up under the touch of her cheek. With the combination of her tired state and the warmth that cocooned her, Kasumi fell into a light sleep. The bustle and noises of classmates around her were not allowing her the favorable conditions for a perfect sleep, so she decided to settle for a "power nap."
But her rest didn't even last for ten minutes when a brave student tapped on the blonde's shoulder. Immediately Kasumi lifted her head up that revealed an irritated face. Her purple eyes shined a dangerous light, "What?" The girl that woke up the beast took a step back, "Oh um-uh! Your phone! It-it was ringing! Sorry!" Before Kasumi could slip out another word, the girl high-tailed it out of the classroom. Witnesses of the interaction all turned away from Kasumi's glaring face. For the whole month that school has been in session, Kasumi had actually been calmer than in previous terms except for her first interaction with Kaida Wright. But Kaida was a whole other thing for Kasumi to deal with.
Since her conscious was somewhat awake, Kasumi knew that rest would not come again till later. She reached down into her bag and pulled out her phone that supposedly was ringing. "Ringing? How the fuck did I not hear it?" A single notification appeared on the screen, reminding Kasumi of the club meeting today. "Ugh..." The girl had forgotten about the message that Yoshida-san had sent. He had described to her some details of some idea that were honestly gone from Kasumi's memory. There was a huge temptation lingering in Kasumi's mind to skip out on the meeting, but she knew that some participation was required for club activities. Her participation in the Gardening Club was simply a fact to satisfy the school administration. At least that was what it originally started out as, but Touma was also a member of the club. He was probably one of the other reasons for her attendance aside from her curiosity of the other club members.
Along the way to the greenhouse, Kasumi's attention drifted between groups of people. Her eyes would stay forward but her ears would strain to hear any gossip that escaped the lips of high-schoolers. But because of her reputation most conversations would soften to a whisper when she passed by. Halfway through her walk, Kasumi decided to stop trying since she wasn't feeling any motivation to harp at someone.
Due to the short nap she had fallen into, Kasumi noticed that she was one of the last members to arrive to the meeting from the multiple voices she heard. She gave a slight shrug, not bothered by the idea of it since her arrival could be seen as fashionably late. It was a way for attention to come her way, something she enjoyed. Although today was probably not one of her best days to desire it. Feeling that her arrival was late enough, Kasumi swung the door open as she heard Yoshida-san mentioning her name, or really a pet name relating to her name. "That's Aoki-san for you!" If only Kasumi had something small enough to chuck at the boy.
BriiAngelic
August
amended
Aster
fluticasone
The characters on the page began to blur into blobs the longer Kasumi's eyes stared at them. It had been a long day of periodically shifting her attention between the window next to her and the notes in front of her, but the former action occupied most of her attention. If the girl had not taken any breaks in between her attempts to focusing on the material being taught, she would have collapsed at some point from drowsiness. Kasumi's long day had actually started in the previous evening when nightmares plagued her sleep, which resulted in a restless night. It wasn't often that she had them, but when Kasumi's consciousness decided to conjure up nightmares they would frighten the girl to the point where she questioned her existence.
Her mindless trance was interrupted when the last bell of the school day rang, indicating Kasumi's and the rest of the students' freedom. She released a relieved and tired sigh before resting her head down on the desk. The cool touch of the table sent shivers down her back until it began to warm up under the touch of her cheek. With the combination of her tired state and the warmth that cocooned her, Kasumi fell into a light sleep. The bustle and noises of classmates around her were not allowing her the favorable conditions for a perfect sleep, so she decided to settle for a "power nap."
But her rest didn't even last for ten minutes when a brave student tapped on the blonde's shoulder. Immediately Kasumi lifted her head up that revealed an irritated face. Her purple eyes shined a dangerous light, "What?" The girl that woke up the beast took a step back, "Oh um-uh! Your phone! It-it was ringing! Sorry!" Before Kasumi could slip out another word, the girl high-tailed it out of the classroom. Witnesses of the interaction all turned away from Kasumi's glaring face. For the whole month that school has been in session, Kasumi had actually been calmer than in previous terms except for her first interaction with Kaida Wright. But Kaida was a whole other thing for Kasumi to deal with.
Since her conscious was somewhat awake, Kasumi knew that rest would not come again till later. She reached down into her bag and pulled out her phone that supposedly was ringing. "Ringing? How the fuck did I not hear it?" A single notification appeared on the screen, reminding Kasumi of the club meeting today. "Ugh..." The girl had forgotten about the message that Yoshida-san had sent. He had described to her some details of some idea that were honestly gone from Kasumi's memory. There was a huge temptation lingering in Kasumi's mind to skip out on the meeting, but she knew that some participation was required for club activities. Her participation in the Gardening Club was simply a fact to satisfy the school administration. At least that was what it originally started out as, but Touma was also a member of the club. He was probably one of the other reasons for her attendance aside from her curiosity of the other club members.
Along the way to the greenhouse, Kasumi's attention drifted between groups of people. Her eyes would stay forward but her ears would strain to hear any gossip that escaped the lips of high-schoolers. But because of her reputation most conversations would soften to a whisper when she passed by. Halfway through her walk, Kasumi decided to stop trying since she wasn't feeling any motivation to harp at someone.
Due to the short nap she had fallen into, Kasumi noticed that she was one of the last members to arrive to the meeting from the multiple voices she heard. She gave a slight shrug, not bothered by the idea of it since her arrival could be seen as fashionably late. It was a way for attention to come her way, something she enjoyed. Although today was probably not one of her best days to desire it. Feeling that her arrival was late enough, Kasumi swung the door open as she heard Yoshida-san mentioning her name, or really a pet name relating to her name. "That's Aoki-san for you!" If only Kasumi had something small enough to chuck at the boy.
BriiAngelic
August
amended
Aster
fluticasone
August
King of Smols
Takanashi Touma
The Greenhouse
Interactions/Mentions: Ren (
fluticasone
) , Kasumi (
Life.
) , Mari (
Aster
) / Yoshi and his bad music (
amended
)
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Touma went silent as Yoshi started to blast his music, his dumbfounded expression only scowling after Yoshi had rejected his invitation. In all honesty, Touma had completely zoned out when Yoshi started playing his music, mentally debating if this as a tune he could enjoy and it just so happened that he came to the conclusion that he, in fact, did not like this type of music around the time Yoshi had told him to go to hell. In other words, the boy had been pondering whether he liked a song or not for the past few minutes completely zoned out on the things going on around him. If it wasn't for Kazuo telling Yoshi to turn down the music, Touma would have still been locked in his thoughts on an endless debate over the subject of the music choice.
Only then did he even notice Ren was here. He knew it wasn't going to happen but he still chanced it when he waved Ren over to join them on the pillow bed. Even if he didn't join, Touma figured that it was the thought that counted. The boy's attention shifted over to Kasumi once she had entered the greenhouse and ignoring how she reacted to Kazuo using the pet name.
"Sumi-chan! Won't you join us on the pillow bed today~" Touma sang out in greeting to her with his arms out before patting on the pillow bed again. This was a thing he did every so often, trying to get the other club members to all join him on the pillow bed at once. Surely that was what their amazing leader had intended when he put this thing here as it has big enough to house all of them at once. The number of times his invitation had been rejected or ignored was far too high for high for Touma to count (aka he ran out of fingers to keep track), but it was still worth trying.
He 'snuck' a glance over at Mari trying to gauge her reaction to see if she was impressed with that note he just did. She had to be his number one fan, and if she didn't like it then he'd have to work it out some more. At least that is how he played it out in his head whenever he looked to her for some form of validation. Touma was also going to be a bit bummed if Mari didn't at least join him on the pillow bed with Kazuo, lacking the social knowledge that Mari didn't like Kazou as much as he did . . . Actually, Touma was confused about the relationship of everyone with Kazuo but he figured it was better to not think about it too hard. That would give his idol face wrinkles before he even sold himself out on too many movie deals in desperation to stay relevant to the newer generation as he aged.
The Greenhouse
Interactions/Mentions: Ren (
fluticasone
) , Kasumi (
Life.
) , Mari (
Aster
) / Yoshi and his bad music (
amended
)[IMG='width:516px;']https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/504754423319232522/515207833650987030/1542905494303.png[/IMG]
Touma went silent as Yoshi started to blast his music, his dumbfounded expression only scowling after Yoshi had rejected his invitation. In all honesty, Touma had completely zoned out when Yoshi started playing his music, mentally debating if this as a tune he could enjoy and it just so happened that he came to the conclusion that he, in fact, did not like this type of music around the time Yoshi had told him to go to hell. In other words, the boy had been pondering whether he liked a song or not for the past few minutes completely zoned out on the things going on around him. If it wasn't for Kazuo telling Yoshi to turn down the music, Touma would have still been locked in his thoughts on an endless debate over the subject of the music choice.
Only then did he even notice Ren was here. He knew it wasn't going to happen but he still chanced it when he waved Ren over to join them on the pillow bed. Even if he didn't join, Touma figured that it was the thought that counted. The boy's attention shifted over to Kasumi once she had entered the greenhouse and ignoring how she reacted to Kazuo using the pet name.
"Sumi-chan! Won't you join us on the pillow bed today~" Touma sang out in greeting to her with his arms out before patting on the pillow bed again. This was a thing he did every so often, trying to get the other club members to all join him on the pillow bed at once. Surely that was what their amazing leader had intended when he put this thing here as it has big enough to house all of them at once. The number of times his invitation had been rejected or ignored was far too high for high for Touma to count (aka he ran out of fingers to keep track), but it was still worth trying.
He 'snuck' a glance over at Mari trying to gauge her reaction to see if she was impressed with that note he just did. She had to be his number one fan, and if she didn't like it then he'd have to work it out some more. At least that is how he played it out in his head whenever he looked to her for some form of validation. Touma was also going to be a bit bummed if Mari didn't at least join him on the pillow bed with Kazuo, lacking the social knowledge that Mari didn't like Kazou as much as he did . . . Actually, Touma was confused about the relationship of everyone with Kazuo but he figured it was better to not think about it too hard. That would give his idol face wrinkles before he even sold himself out on too many movie deals in desperation to stay relevant to the newer generation as he aged.
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travelling satelite
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[div class=Gradient][/div][div class=Container][div class=Background][div class=BackBox][div class=Side][div class=IconBox][div class=Icon][/div][/div][div class=SideTitle]akiyama mari[/div][div class=SideBox][div class=HiddenScrollSide]Location: Greenhouse
Mood: Conflicted
Mentions: Ren
fluticasone
Kasumi
Life.
Interactions: Touma
August
Kazuo
BriiAngelic
[/div][/div][/div][div class=SideBorder][/div][div class=Main][div class=MainBox][div class=HiddenScrollMain]There was a clear shift in the atmosphere, and if not that, in Mari, at Touma's appearance. Like a sun peeking from dark clouds, his presence made her relax. Her countenance was of light cheer matching the upbeat call of his name which lodged halfway in her throat. The sound of wind chimes silenced her as the door opened and Ren entered the room.
She doesn't greet him nor does she turn to meet him but his figure is caught in her peripherals. Like a shape burned into the back of her mind, his movement is caught with wary unwillingness that doesn't settle even as he sits himself in the furthest corner of the room. Only when Kazuo speaks (his voice is so annoyingbut oh, so welcomed) does Mari swallow.
Her eyes fall on Touma. His hand was patting the empty space on the bed. And then she remembers to breathe.
Almost obediently, she walked over to where he is seated but instead of sitting, she stares blankly with unmasked disgust in her eyes at the space where Kazuo occupied. She didn't hate her club president. In fact, she would've found him a fond acquaintance if it weren't for the fact that he had Touma wrapped around his little finger and he was always, so damn smug about it. How nice would it be to rip that smirk off his face and feed it to the rats in the sewers...
She finally sat down when Kasumi entered, with a reluctance known to all except probably, Touma. To say that she was sulking would be an understatement.
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Mood: Conflicted
Mentions: Ren
fluticasone
Kasumi
Life.
Interactions: Touma
August
Kazuo
BriiAngelic
[/div][/div][/div][div class=SideBorder][/div][div class=Main][div class=MainBox][div class=HiddenScrollMain]There was a clear shift in the atmosphere, and if not that, in Mari, at Touma's appearance. Like a sun peeking from dark clouds, his presence made her relax. Her countenance was of light cheer matching the upbeat call of his name which lodged halfway in her throat. The sound of wind chimes silenced her as the door opened and Ren entered the room. She doesn't greet him nor does she turn to meet him but his figure is caught in her peripherals. Like a shape burned into the back of her mind, his movement is caught with wary unwillingness that doesn't settle even as he sits himself in the furthest corner of the room. Only when Kazuo speaks (his voice is so annoying
Her eyes fall on Touma. His hand was patting the empty space on the bed. And then she remembers to breathe.
Almost obediently, she walked over to where he is seated but instead of sitting, she stares blankly with unmasked disgust in her eyes at the space where Kazuo occupied. She didn't hate her club president. In fact, she would've found him a fond acquaintance if it weren't for the fact that he had Touma wrapped around his little finger and he was always, so damn smug about it. How nice would it be to rip that smirk off his face and feed it to the rats in the sewers...
She finally sat down when Kasumi entered, with a reluctance known to all except probably, Touma. To say that she was sulking would be an understatement.
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fluticasone
neru
[import]9189341[/import][div class="maincontainer"][div class="title"]maezono ren[/div][div class="subtitle"]
amended
August
Aster
BriiAngelic
Life.
[/div][div class="content"]As Kazuo greeted him, Ren visibly winced. With the arrival of Aoki, he tried to make himself seem even smaller. He had no qualms admitting they intimidated him. He just wanted to get this over with so he could flee to the comfort of his room. He really should have checked for the school's requirements before he chose Hokusei. The required club activities was turning out to be worse than expected, for several different reasons. From his peripheral vision, he saw the obvious reluctance on Mari's face as she sat down on the "bed" next to Touma. He half-expected Aoki to flip the bird at Touma for the invitation, but supposed that was too crude. Despite her aggressive stance, Ren had never found
"Yoshida-san, Aoki-san is now here, so can we continue?" Gold eyes looked to the floor as he spoke, avoiding eye contact. He chose to not address the other part of his statement, as everyone in the room (except Touma) knew that was probably the farthest thing from the truth. Or maybe he should refute it - knowing how naive their resident pretty boy was, he might begin believing that he was actually invested in the club. Another wince. He could already imagine what Touma would drag him into. "I have some things I need to do today." That was a lie. The most important thing he had to do that day was homework, and he already knew that was going to take a maximum of half an hour. But after a month of hanging around Kazuo, the fake excuses were becoming easier and easier to say.
He looked to Yoshi, a quiet plea in his eyes. He really just wanted to get this plan over with. The quicker they got Kazuo's idea, the earlier they would be able to make it an actually feasible and practical plan of action. "Okada-san, is it okay if you turn down the volume a bit? I think we're starting." They better be starting. He wasn't sure how much longer he could survive in the club room with its strange and slightly dangerous denizens.[/div][/div]
amended
August
Aster
BriiAngelic
Life.
[/div][div class="content"]As Kazuo greeted him, Ren visibly winced. With the arrival of Aoki, he tried to make himself seem even smaller. He had no qualms admitting they intimidated him. He just wanted to get this over with so he could flee to the comfort of his room. He really should have checked for the school's requirements before he chose Hokusei. The required club activities was turning out to be worse than expected, for several different reasons. From his peripheral vision, he saw the obvious reluctance on Mari's face as she sat down on the "bed" next to Touma. He half-expected Aoki to flip the bird at Touma for the invitation, but supposed that was too crude. Despite her aggressive stance, Ren had never found "Yoshida-san, Aoki-san is now here, so can we continue?" Gold eyes looked to the floor as he spoke, avoiding eye contact. He chose to not address the other part of his statement, as everyone in the room (except Touma) knew that was probably the farthest thing from the truth. Or maybe he should refute it - knowing how naive their resident pretty boy was, he might begin believing that he was actually invested in the club. Another wince. He could already imagine what Touma would drag him into. "I have some things I need to do today." That was a lie. The most important thing he had to do that day was homework, and he already knew that was going to take a maximum of half an hour. But after a month of hanging around Kazuo, the fake excuses were becoming easier and easier to say.
He looked to Yoshi, a quiet plea in his eyes. He really just wanted to get this plan over with. The quicker they got Kazuo's idea, the earlier they would be able to make it an actually feasible and practical plan of action. "Okada-san, is it okay if you turn down the volume a bit? I think we're starting." They better be starting. He wasn't sure how much longer he could survive in the club room with its strange and slightly dangerous denizens.[/div][/div]
BriiAngelic
*Willingly Participates in Self Sabotoge*
~The Greenhouse~
Get Down || Kazuo’s CS File
“Awww now that hurts Sumi-chan. Aren’t we all friends here?”
Ordinarily he’d have bothered her some more trying to bear hug her or by petting her head but realistically it felt like they may leave if he didn’t get the information they wanted. Geez tough crowd today. After all he could already feel the glare he knew Mari had to be pointing his way. Still he ignored it as he stood from the pillow bed. He went to the center of the room dragging a chair with him. He hopped onto it standing with intention of projecting his voice over the music.
“Eh’em Well naturally… We’ll be running a cabaret-slash-host club. We have the entire spectrum of cuties. Sumi-chan is the pouty Tsundere. Ren-ren is a mysterious hottie. Touma is our adorable idol type. Yoshi is the angry loner, or the plain jane depending on his mood at the time. A good club has people who can double. AND! Akiyama is our cook! Naturally I’ll direct it all.”
He figured it be shot down but it was the best he could come up with last minute. Besides if they did agree to it, well that’d be some solid easy money. He was in no way lying about the set up the gardening club was the apple of many students eye. His gossip circles made clear that they’d all be big hits. Heck he really didn’t include Mari in the line up of faces but even she could pull in quite a few guys. He hopped down from his standing on the chair and sat on it facing backwards.
“Hmmm yes. Actually this may work. Admittedly we’d need more girls for it to work though. Maybe… Nakamura-chan from class 1-A? Or Sato-chan? Yukimura-chan from class B could work in a pinch I guess. OH I could get Wright. Duh gotta have the exotic girl for a full cast.”
Interacting With:
Club (
Aster
fluticasone
Life.
August
amended
)
Mentions:
Kaida (
The Regal Rper
)
August
King of Smols
Takanashi Touma
The Greenhouse
Interactions/Mentions: The King/Senpai/Kazuo (
BriiAngelic
) , Ren, the deep quiet type (
fluticasone
) , Kasumi the Queen with no correlation with Kazuo(
Life.
) , Mari the Haruhi type (
Aster
) Yoshi the bad boy type who doesn't have the right structure for it(
amended
)
[IMG='width:495px;']https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/504754423319232522/515207833650987030/1542905494303.png[/IMG]
Somewhere in Kazuo's speech, Touma's eyes had lit up in excitement. This was going to end up way better than what his old club was up to, or at least he hoped it would be. Once Kazuo had finished the pretty boy shot up from the pillow bed with his hands clasping together for attention.
"I don't understand what carpereet-slash is, but everything else you said sounded perfect! Well except for the adorable idol thing . . . I was going for a more charming idol type in the hot sense but I guess that can also be charming-- ehhh," Losing focus he turned his attention to Mari and pointed at himself, "How would you rate me on that scale? Maybe I need an image change . . . I think Senpai's appearance actually lines up with what I am going for . . ." He trailed off on his ramble falling silent as he went into serious thought about his self-image and less about the idea Kazou brought up.
He never saw himself as the cutesy type or anything, aside from his collection that rested on a makeshift shelf near the corner (more at home of course), but if Kazou was the one saying it then it had to be true. Kazou was older and the club's leader so that had to mean he had more knowledge on the subject, so if he said it must be true but if Mari didn't agree with it would that make it untrue? Mari was about the same age as himself though, so maybe she was lacking the maturity and experience Kazou had-- but she is a girl and girls are typically the main fandom of an idol group so she would certainly know what was sexy or cute . . . Wait, is maturity and experience the same thing?
Wait a second . . .
"That's wrong!" Touma slammed his fist into his palm as the realization struck him. "Well not all of it-- Ren would most certainly be the quite mysterious type but his draw would be an emotional kind deep thing, ya know? An Ooo but a low ooo. Yoshi would be the delinquent bad boy type-- ahhh that would be perfect! It'd be like one of those dating sims types who make their appearance by defending the protagonist slash player in some back alley when some thug tries to mug her . . . Then again, he doesn't really have much of the appearance of one being on the smaller end but I am sure a special set of clothes can make it work . . . ."
"I don't know about Sumi-chan being the tsudere . . . I think she'd be a really good queen type, she just has a boosh kind of impact . . . Oh but you also forgot someone very important!" Once again Touma directed his attention at Mari, gesturing over at her.
"Mari may not be drop-dead gorgeous or anything over the top like that but her role is crucial to balance out all of the archetypes. I wouldn't say average . . . hmm what's the word-- Oh! A down to earth sense; like a comfortable homey sense that gets your heart to bu-daump in a lighthearted sense and I think that would be an excellent draw for . . . That thing you were saying."
Not wanting to sound like a fool forgetting, Touma tried to laugh it off casually as he slicked his hair back. Some sort of host club that involved carpets or something like that . . . To be honest, he was mostly stuck on that idol part.
The Greenhouse
Interactions/Mentions: The King/Senpai/Kazuo (
BriiAngelic
) , Ren, the deep quiet type (
fluticasone
) , Kasumi the Queen with no correlation with Kazuo(
Life.
) , Mari the Haruhi type (
Aster
) Yoshi the bad boy type who doesn't have the right structure for it(
amended
)[IMG='width:495px;']https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/504754423319232522/515207833650987030/1542905494303.png[/IMG]
Somewhere in Kazuo's speech, Touma's eyes had lit up in excitement. This was going to end up way better than what his old club was up to, or at least he hoped it would be. Once Kazuo had finished the pretty boy shot up from the pillow bed with his hands clasping together for attention.
"I don't understand what carpereet-slash is, but everything else you said sounded perfect! Well except for the adorable idol thing . . . I was going for a more charming idol type in the hot sense but I guess that can also be charming-- ehhh," Losing focus he turned his attention to Mari and pointed at himself, "How would you rate me on that scale? Maybe I need an image change . . . I think Senpai's appearance actually lines up with what I am going for . . ." He trailed off on his ramble falling silent as he went into serious thought about his self-image and less about the idea Kazou brought up.
He never saw himself as the cutesy type or anything, aside from his collection that rested on a makeshift shelf near the corner (more at home of course), but if Kazou was the one saying it then it had to be true. Kazou was older and the club's leader so that had to mean he had more knowledge on the subject, so if he said it must be true but if Mari didn't agree with it would that make it untrue? Mari was about the same age as himself though, so maybe she was lacking the maturity and experience Kazou had-- but she is a girl and girls are typically the main fandom of an idol group so she would certainly know what was sexy or cute . . . Wait, is maturity and experience the same thing?
Wait a second . . .
"That's wrong!" Touma slammed his fist into his palm as the realization struck him. "Well not all of it-- Ren would most certainly be the quite mysterious type but his draw would be an emotional kind deep thing, ya know? An Ooo but a low ooo. Yoshi would be the delinquent bad boy type-- ahhh that would be perfect! It'd be like one of those dating sims types who make their appearance by defending the protagonist slash player in some back alley when some thug tries to mug her . . . Then again, he doesn't really have much of the appearance of one being on the smaller end but I am sure a special set of clothes can make it work . . . ."
"I don't know about Sumi-chan being the tsudere . . . I think she'd be a really good queen type, she just has a boosh kind of impact . . . Oh but you also forgot someone very important!" Once again Touma directed his attention at Mari, gesturing over at her.
"Mari may not be drop-dead gorgeous or anything over the top like that but her role is crucial to balance out all of the archetypes. I wouldn't say average . . . hmm what's the word-- Oh! A down to earth sense; like a comfortable homey sense that gets your heart to bu-daump in a lighthearted sense and I think that would be an excellent draw for . . . That thing you were saying."
Not wanting to sound like a fool forgetting, Touma tried to laugh it off casually as he slicked his hair back. Some sort of host club that involved carpets or something like that . . . To be honest, he was mostly stuck on that idol part.
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Aster
travelling satelite
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[div class=Gradient][/div][div class=Container][div class=Background][div class=BackBox][div class=Side][div class=IconBox][div class=Icon][/div][/div][div class=SideTitle]akiyama mari[/div][div class=SideBox][div class=HiddenScrollSide]Location: Greenhouse
Mood: Neutral
Mentions: None
Interactions: Touma
August
Kazuo
BriiAngelic
[/div][/div][/div][div class=SideBorder][/div][div class=Main][div class=MainBox][div class=HiddenScrollMain]It was easy to drain out Kazuo's strange schemes when you're not involved in them, but the moment he roped Touma in as one of the leading hosts, Mari had to listen. Touma as an idol was actually... a good idea. Mari nodded as Kazuo went on, impressed that he had thought of something good for once. She didn't mind not having a leading role in it either. That just meant she would have more time to take pictures of her friend. The thought of it made her smile and she made a mental reminder to bring a camera on the actual day.
"Huh? Hmm," Mari held out both her hands, all five fingers pointed upwards, "A ten?" Her opinion, naturally, was biased.
She hadn't expected to hear a wave of compliments from Touma though. Her heart was unprepared for it and it wasn't long until she was red faced and staring down at her feet in meek embarrassment. His words echoing through her head in a comforting mantra. Fortunately, she had enough sense to not stay dazed for long.
"I don't mind being in the support team. I can help advertise the event if you like," Mari offered in suggestion. In truth, she was fine with anything, but being in support would give her a legitimate reason to take pictures ofTouma the other hosts, "Like a manager."
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Mood: Neutral
Mentions: None
Interactions: Touma
August
Kazuo
BriiAngelic
[/div][/div][/div][div class=SideBorder][/div][div class=Main][div class=MainBox][div class=HiddenScrollMain]It was easy to drain out Kazuo's strange schemes when you're not involved in them, but the moment he roped Touma in as one of the leading hosts, Mari had to listen. Touma as an idol was actually... a good idea. Mari nodded as Kazuo went on, impressed that he had thought of something good for once. She didn't mind not having a leading role in it either. That just meant she would have more time to take pictures of her friend. The thought of it made her smile and she made a mental reminder to bring a camera on the actual day."Huh? Hmm," Mari held out both her hands, all five fingers pointed upwards, "A ten?" Her opinion, naturally, was biased.
She hadn't expected to hear a wave of compliments from Touma though. Her heart was unprepared for it and it wasn't long until she was red faced and staring down at her feet in meek embarrassment. His words echoing through her head in a comforting mantra. Fortunately, she had enough sense to not stay dazed for long.
"I don't mind being in the support team. I can help advertise the event if you like," Mari offered in suggestion. In truth, she was fine with anything, but being in support would give her a legitimate reason to take pictures of
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