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drummerboi
Four Thousand Club
David is sitting in the Taxi arriving towards the school for the first time. He has heard many things about the Japanese schooling system and wonders if this is going to be worth it. But he can't have second doubts his mother and father had to scrimpt and saved their money for him to be in this academy. He wasn't going to let their money go to waste because he couldn't talk or have a conversation with people on a more casual level. Thankfully outside of school, he was getting Japanese lessons during his first week in Japan as a transfer student.
One thing that calmed him was his headphones. He'd often listen to music to calm his mood when it comes to it and today was definitely one of those times. He would look up and see the beautiful cherry blossom in bloom and is quite surprised by how posh this school looked. Posh being a very bit of understatement This place must have been some kind of boarding school building before it became something like this. He walked up towards the reception and stood there hoping at least the receptionist spoke Japanese. He would then receive his timetable. He was struggling to understand the women at the current time. Wondering how was he supposed to get his timetable if he can't even keep up with each and every translation.
He would sigh to himself wishing he could speak but was to self-conscious that he would make a fool of himself if he spoke English.
@evryone
Location: School enterence (Reception)
One thing that calmed him was his headphones. He'd often listen to music to calm his mood when it comes to it and today was definitely one of those times. He would look up and see the beautiful cherry blossom in bloom and is quite surprised by how posh this school looked. Posh being a very bit of understatement This place must have been some kind of boarding school building before it became something like this. He walked up towards the reception and stood there hoping at least the receptionist spoke Japanese. He would then receive his timetable. He was struggling to understand the women at the current time. Wondering how was he supposed to get his timetable if he can't even keep up with each and every translation.
He would sigh to himself wishing he could speak but was to self-conscious that he would make a fool of himself if he spoke English.
@evryone
Location: School enterence (Reception)
R U S T
“That’s one small step for man.”
Friek Wurstfest
He let out a sigh as he stood there silently at the entrance. This is below me. He thought to himself as he kept a slightly disappointed but mostly straight face as he looked infront of him, multiple students who already attended to the school the last year already knew who the great, and famous, Zungenbrecher, the tounge breaker who became a 3 Star chef immediately after the chefs tried his entrance exam meal, and a prodigy of the world of cuisine, even though his certain…..violent ways.
Though some of the new students who have just recently transferred to this semester gave him rather, concerned looks. Most likely because his very fancy uniform was rather…….different. Not much was different but, the fancy sleeves were cut off revealing his enormous arms, forearms, triceps and more were definitely built to a massive extent. He looked more like a bodybuilder then a 3 star chef.
He let out yet another dramatic and long sigh, as he continued to carry a massive bag around his shoulder and a bag that had a extended Handel so he could drag it around without making annoying amount of noise. He began walking to the the receptionist.
Once he got to the receptionist he gave a small nod, though a student was in his way with brown hair almost having a bowl cut as his hair style, though he was no importance to him and he simply pushed him out of the way, getting in front of him without asking, though the boy wouldn’t dare oppose him if he knew what was best for him. He was a twig compared to the gym rat that was in front of him.
After the receptionist had checked him in he looked down at the twig infront of him.
“Hopefully you last a day in here.”
He said chuckling in a crude manner before leaving, heading towards the physical education class.
drummerboi
Location: School entrance
Mirai-chan
Junior Spectre Officier
Kira Volkov
Kira was walking to the school entrance scrolling through her phone and checked the photo to see if this was the right school. "This School may help me reach my potential."Kira thought. This is Kira, "The Dog" A Chocolatier that was famous in her home village in Russia and some other parts of the world. After she accidentally Got referenced as a boy, She has to fix the mistake and tell them she was a girl. Kira was wearing the Female School outfit. The students She passed by, Gave her some quizzical looks because she Resembled a boy, more basically due to her hairdo and facial features.She arrived into the receptionist area, to see a boy with brown hair in a bowl-cut hairdo and another boy with spiky white hair and wearing a headband of some sorts, He looks a bit menacing. She Could be friends with them, but she had a mission to see if she can reach her potential of being a famous chocolatier and giving joy to others. "Good Day."She said in Japanese Flently, You could hear he russian accent. She studied Japanese during her flight to Japanese and few weeks earlier before she arrived.
ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
Lucky Laki Malakis
Moriko was delivered to the school in what might have been described as being "in style". A Toyota Century, a luxury four door limousines favoured by the rich and powerful in Japan, from the statement to even the royal family. It seemed brand new, the black paint shinning under the summer sun drawing attention despite the design being that of the sedan design of the 60s and 70s. Inside though it was high-tech with hidden security measures, on board computer and for comfort fine cloth upholstery on the chairs. Smooth, safe and comfortable, a dream for anyone to ride in. Yet Moriko would have been happier if she came in anything else even a bus service.
All this sight stealing excess was the last thing she wanted, especially with what she had been through the last few years. Constantly on the limelight, both for her family and her work as her online persona. It was caused her to collapse, which led her to coming to the school in the first place. She did not want undue attention on her home life at this school and that was difficulty enough being the daughter of an up-and-coming Diet Member. Now she will be announcing loud and proud with her entrance. She had begged her father to make other arrangement for her but for the reason of "security" she had to come like this.
The school came into view, and she looked on at her fellow passengers, the stern looking bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses. She was tempted to ask them to stay in the car, but they wouldnt agree. Their instruction was to follow her until she was inside the main school reception area. Even then, though they won't follow her, would still be watching her from a distance. The shadow in the corner of her eyes. She sighed, closing his eyes as the car came to a stop, preparing herself for her entrance.
The car stopped and her bodyguard moved first, opening the door and stepping out. The had a look around before they nodded at Moriko who obediently stepped out and walked with them to the entrance. She could already feel eyes on her and felt mortified. She could wait until she took the first steps inside.
All this sight stealing excess was the last thing she wanted, especially with what she had been through the last few years. Constantly on the limelight, both for her family and her work as her online persona. It was caused her to collapse, which led her to coming to the school in the first place. She did not want undue attention on her home life at this school and that was difficulty enough being the daughter of an up-and-coming Diet Member. Now she will be announcing loud and proud with her entrance. She had begged her father to make other arrangement for her but for the reason of "security" she had to come like this.
The school came into view, and she looked on at her fellow passengers, the stern looking bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses. She was tempted to ask them to stay in the car, but they wouldnt agree. Their instruction was to follow her until she was inside the main school reception area. Even then, though they won't follow her, would still be watching her from a distance. The shadow in the corner of her eyes. She sighed, closing his eyes as the car came to a stop, preparing herself for her entrance.
The car stopped and her bodyguard moved first, opening the door and stepping out. The had a look around before they nodded at Moriko who obediently stepped out and walked with them to the entrance. She could already feel eyes on her and felt mortified. She could wait until she took the first steps inside.
DapperCharmer2.0
The Charming Llama
That morning, Chisuke had had to get up extremely early. Not because it was a long trip to his new school, but because he knew the goodbye was going to take a long while; and it had. It had been a very emotional goodbye between him and his mother. There was lots of tears, hugs, and kisses on the forehead. It actually hurt Chisuke a bit knowing he was going to be so far away from his mother, but also knew it would be worth it if he could come out of this school able to support her; like she had supported him.
After the tearful goodbye Chisuke had taken his car, an old beat up muscle car, and driven to his new school. Stepping out, he had to admit that it was definitely a lot fancier than the schools he had gone to previously; he hoped that meant there wouldn't be as many assholes. But as he walked inside, and saw the scene of a strong looking student pushing another, he realised he was wrong. It was too late to get involved, but Chisuke could at least encourage the kid. After all, Chisuke knew how it felt.
The tall 6'2" student, with a stare that looked like he might kill, approached the guy who had been shoved. For a moment, he was silent. To outsiders it might look menacing, but really Chisuke was just thinking of the right thing to say; something he struggled with. But after a moment, he figured he'd just go simple. "Fuck that guy," he said in Japanese so fluet, it was clear that he was a local. Of course Chisuke didn't realise the stranger was still learning the language, but he might still recognise the words; it was common, after all, for people to start with learning the swears.
drummerboi
Mirai-chan
After the tearful goodbye Chisuke had taken his car, an old beat up muscle car, and driven to his new school. Stepping out, he had to admit that it was definitely a lot fancier than the schools he had gone to previously; he hoped that meant there wouldn't be as many assholes. But as he walked inside, and saw the scene of a strong looking student pushing another, he realised he was wrong. It was too late to get involved, but Chisuke could at least encourage the kid. After all, Chisuke knew how it felt.
The tall 6'2" student, with a stare that looked like he might kill, approached the guy who had been shoved. For a moment, he was silent. To outsiders it might look menacing, but really Chisuke was just thinking of the right thing to say; something he struggled with. But after a moment, he figured he'd just go simple. "Fuck that guy," he said in Japanese so fluet, it was clear that he was a local. Of course Chisuke didn't realise the stranger was still learning the language, but he might still recognise the words; it was common, after all, for people to start with learning the swears.
drummerboi
Mirai-chan
drummerboi
Four Thousand Club
David was quite taken aback when he was shoved by one of his peers. But who can blame him? He was not local and for that matter completely new to Japan in general. He might just think he is a simple foreigner trying to get too big for his boots. But mayhap this is a chance to make new friends here hopefully some basic Japanese could help him a little. He then saw what seems to be an androgynous person walk up towards him. He swore he recognises her from somewhere but just couldn't put a finger on it. Then at that moment, they said something and it was like a spark that finally went off. He got out what seems to be a book of sorts with what seems to be old news articles on baking. He then saw her picture on the front in what seemed to be a shot of a tabloid magazine.
"wait! Your Kira Volkov From Startup Baking weekly!" He was shocked but also quite surprised by this as he lent out his hand not realizing he was speaking English. He then heard someone else walk towards him saying something in Japanese. He definitely heard the word fuck in there as he saw this what seems to be rough around the edges type of guy stare at him. He picked up his Manuel and began to read some of it trying to change together sentences "I'm sorry.....if i did......Something..........wrong" each word or bits of words followed with a scramble of pages he would definitely be able to hear him almost give a fanboyish glee to Kira. Hopefully, she would be able to understand him. He then turned towards her again keeping eye contact with both of them the best he can. " Um....the other....boy...left over there..." more page-flipping followed trying to tinge together a sentence.
He then turned towards kira and hoped she would understand what he said next this time in English. "you may or may not be able to understand me but i'v read your story in Baking weekly and might i loved your small baker's column story"
DapperCharmer2.0
Mirai-chan
"wait! Your Kira Volkov From Startup Baking weekly!" He was shocked but also quite surprised by this as he lent out his hand not realizing he was speaking English. He then heard someone else walk towards him saying something in Japanese. He definitely heard the word fuck in there as he saw this what seems to be rough around the edges type of guy stare at him. He picked up his Manuel and began to read some of it trying to change together sentences "I'm sorry.....if i did......Something..........wrong" each word or bits of words followed with a scramble of pages he would definitely be able to hear him almost give a fanboyish glee to Kira. Hopefully, she would be able to understand him. He then turned towards her again keeping eye contact with both of them the best he can. " Um....the other....boy...left over there..." more page-flipping followed trying to tinge together a sentence.
He then turned towards kira and hoped she would understand what he said next this time in English. "you may or may not be able to understand me but i'v read your story in Baking weekly and might i loved your small baker's column story"
DapperCharmer2.0
Mirai-chan
smooshie
can't touch this
Amere Lamaie The first day of school could be exciting for some, but for Amere it was just the beginning of another year; her third year, to be precise. St. Ines was still an impressive sight to behold after being gone for so long, but the blonde only admired it for a moment. The sister branch wasn’t nearly as grand as her original counterpart back home in France, but for the seventeen year old it was an escape and a stepping stone. A place to evade the pressures of her family and their reputation while being able to create a legacy of her own. It would be through her own talent and dedication to the craft that people would come to recognize and respect the name ‘Amere’, not ‘Lamaie’.
It was, however, partially due to her parents’ prestige and wealth that had allowed the young patissier to escalate through the ranks and achieve a three star status before the end of her first year. Of course it had also been through her own efforts, but she wasn’t so naive to believe that her luxurious dorm and special privileges came without some influence.
With all of her belongings properly put away, Amere was glad to see that she had the room to herself so far. It wasn’t that she disliked people, but found most incompetent and unbearable. Being along as she changed into her PE uniform was also nice for a change, but she wasn’t looking forward to the first class of the semester by any means.
‘Don’t we already sweat in the kitchens enough? What does jumping around like a bunch of baboons have anything to do with our culinary careers?’
Frowning and grousing at her reflection in the mirror as nimble fingers tied back an abundance of golden locks, Amere wondered what activities they could choose from today. Running was absolutely out of the question…as well as almost any sport she could think of. Swimming wasn’t so bad, but she wasn’t in the mood to get her hair wet so that likely left walking, yoga, or some sort of gymnastics. Giving her ponytail a grumpy flick, the french prodigy grabbed a glass bottle of water from her tableside before heading towards the gymnasium. In the halls she came across a couple of students running towards the reception area, whispering excitedly about a ruckus unfolding. Such shenanigans were beneath Amere and she didn’t spare a glance over her shoulder as she continued soundlessly towards her destination. When she reached the gymnasium there were a few other bodies gathered around a posted sheet that appeared to have the available activities listed for the day. Dreading the thought of being stuck with something strenuous, she snatched the pen hanging from the board and quickly scanned her options before signing her name with a flourish next to an open slot for badminton. It was more movement than she wanted, but far less than what else was listed.
It was, however, partially due to her parents’ prestige and wealth that had allowed the young patissier to escalate through the ranks and achieve a three star status before the end of her first year. Of course it had also been through her own efforts, but she wasn’t so naive to believe that her luxurious dorm and special privileges came without some influence.
With all of her belongings properly put away, Amere was glad to see that she had the room to herself so far. It wasn’t that she disliked people, but found most incompetent and unbearable. Being along as she changed into her PE uniform was also nice for a change, but she wasn’t looking forward to the first class of the semester by any means.
‘Don’t we already sweat in the kitchens enough? What does jumping around like a bunch of baboons have anything to do with our culinary careers?’
Frowning and grousing at her reflection in the mirror as nimble fingers tied back an abundance of golden locks, Amere wondered what activities they could choose from today. Running was absolutely out of the question…as well as almost any sport she could think of. Swimming wasn’t so bad, but she wasn’t in the mood to get her hair wet so that likely left walking, yoga, or some sort of gymnastics. Giving her ponytail a grumpy flick, the french prodigy grabbed a glass bottle of water from her tableside before heading towards the gymnasium. In the halls she came across a couple of students running towards the reception area, whispering excitedly about a ruckus unfolding. Such shenanigans were beneath Amere and she didn’t spare a glance over her shoulder as she continued soundlessly towards her destination. When she reached the gymnasium there were a few other bodies gathered around a posted sheet that appeared to have the available activities listed for the day. Dreading the thought of being stuck with something strenuous, she snatched the pen hanging from the board and quickly scanned her options before signing her name with a flourish next to an open slot for badminton. It was more movement than she wanted, but far less than what else was listed.
Where: Gymnasium
Who: A few randos
What: Signing up for Badminton
Feeling: Unenthusiastic
Wearing: P.E Uniform
Who: A few randos
What: Signing up for Badminton
Feeling: Unenthusiastic
Wearing: P.E Uniform
ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
Lucky Laki Malakis
Moriko looked around, it seemed for the most part she was left alone, despite the feeling she was instantly noticed. She entered the reception area and to her relief, her goons did not follow her, remaining outside looking at each student as they entered. She tried to ignore it as she went to wait in line to register at reception, she looked out who might potentially be her fellow students.
A lot of foreigners about, particularly Western foreigners, which surprised her somewhat. The academy was of course well known and highly regarded, it was not surprised it would have lots of applicants. She just would have thought the westerners would have gone to the one in Paris. Goes to know what she knew, she supposed. She noted a particularly tall and brutish one walk past her, not the type in a million years she would expect to see interested in cooking, let alone baking. Wrestling more like.
Soon it was her turn to sign up at reception, she was handed a timetable which noted that her first class would Gym. She groaned, her favoured and exactly what somebody wanted to do in a culinary institute. She simply smiled and nodded a thanks and went to move on. She entered the changing room and began changing to her P.E Uniform.
A lot of foreigners about, particularly Western foreigners, which surprised her somewhat. The academy was of course well known and highly regarded, it was not surprised it would have lots of applicants. She just would have thought the westerners would have gone to the one in Paris. Goes to know what she knew, she supposed. She noted a particularly tall and brutish one walk past her, not the type in a million years she would expect to see interested in cooking, let alone baking. Wrestling more like.
Soon it was her turn to sign up at reception, she was handed a timetable which noted that her first class would Gym. She groaned, her favoured and exactly what somebody wanted to do in a culinary institute. She simply smiled and nodded a thanks and went to move on. She entered the changing room and began changing to her P.E Uniform.
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울부짖는 늑대.
» Kalista Gwan
『 LOCATION 』 Gymnasium
A dainty fist formed with Kalista's right hand as she psyched herself up for her first day - again. It was her second year at St.Ines Academy, but it feels like nothing has changed in her skills. Her eyes fixed on a family photo of her with her parents. She held the fist up to it - vowing that this would be the year she finally improved her baking.
With a proud nod, she grabbed her belongings and left the dorm room. Kalista's suitcase was still laying on her bed, unopened, as she departed. As she had arrived much earlier in the day to have time to put her stuff away, she has yet to meet her room mate.
Both her hands held her bookbag in front of her as she walked rather slowly to the gymnasium. She couldn't say she was exactly excited to start the day off with physical activity. Her only hope was that maybe running would be available. As she got closer to the main building, other students ran past her to head towards what looked like the reception area. According to the shouting, there was a brief commotion between a few students.
Kalista wasn't exactly great in any sort of aggressive situation, so she avoided the flocking group of people. She took a bit of a roundabout way to get to her location without getting caught in anything. Upon arrival, there were less students than she initially thought. Apparently other peers were luckier than her to avoid getting sweaty in the morning. She head towards the locker room where she put away her belongings and dressed in the PE uniform. With a brief sigh, she locked it all up and trudged along to the main floor.
She was rather taken aback by how many activities there were to participate in. Unfortunately, running didn't seem available at first glance - possibly because exactly an easy group sport. Kalista ended up picking basketball as her poison of choice. She went over to the bin and grabbed a basketball, soon heading towards the nets after. She dribbled it on the ground for a few seconds before shooting - and missing. She gave a quick scurry to grab the ball and repeat the same steps. And once again, missed. She only occasionally made the ball into the basket. This was a rinse and repeat - with a rather serious expression on her face. In all honesty, Kalista didn't realize how bad she was.
With a proud nod, she grabbed her belongings and left the dorm room. Kalista's suitcase was still laying on her bed, unopened, as she departed. As she had arrived much earlier in the day to have time to put her stuff away, she has yet to meet her room mate.
Both her hands held her bookbag in front of her as she walked rather slowly to the gymnasium. She couldn't say she was exactly excited to start the day off with physical activity. Her only hope was that maybe running would be available. As she got closer to the main building, other students ran past her to head towards what looked like the reception area. According to the shouting, there was a brief commotion between a few students.
Kalista wasn't exactly great in any sort of aggressive situation, so she avoided the flocking group of people. She took a bit of a roundabout way to get to her location without getting caught in anything. Upon arrival, there were less students than she initially thought. Apparently other peers were luckier than her to avoid getting sweaty in the morning. She head towards the locker room where she put away her belongings and dressed in the PE uniform. With a brief sigh, she locked it all up and trudged along to the main floor.
She was rather taken aback by how many activities there were to participate in. Unfortunately, running didn't seem available at first glance - possibly because exactly an easy group sport. Kalista ended up picking basketball as her poison of choice. She went over to the bin and grabbed a basketball, soon heading towards the nets after. She dribbled it on the ground for a few seconds before shooting - and missing. She gave a quick scurry to grab the ball and repeat the same steps. And once again, missed. She only occasionally made the ball into the basket. This was a rinse and repeat - with a rather serious expression on her face. In all honesty, Kalista didn't realize how bad she was.
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R U S T
“That’s one small step for man.”
Howl
Once friek had passed by the short twi that he gave a scare to he chuckled a little but at his mocking towards the student, not giving it a second thought about it ever again, it wasn't worth his valuable time at all.
Once he had eventually gotten into the locker room, he changed quickly before, once again putting on a sleeveless shirt having the school's name on it before jumping in the air and punching his chest and huffing and puffing like the gym rat he was.
Shortly after he walked into the gym, mostly everyone was non-athleti, it was hilarious. He pounded his chest again getting hyped up for absolutely nothing, let out a yell similar to a gorilla. The classic gym rat behavior.
"HOHOHOHOH AHAHAHAHAHA, YALL DONT GOT NOTHIN ON ME HOHOHO AHAHAHA"
He chanted as he walked to the sports selection , shoulder bumping a kid who passed by, the kid slightly stumbling. He looked at the sports to see a familiar name in the basketball list Kalista Gwan. She was the few freinds he had, or the only one, knowing each other since they were little their mothers knowing one another. He smiled before signing up for basketball and sneaking up on the girl blocking her shot easily as he towerd over her.
"Good morning kalista!~ Aren't you excited for today? Have you been practicing cooking erm.....bread? My skills have only improved being the great, Zungenbrecher! You should cook with me and try one if my dishes, usaully the teachers beg to try my food and I let the, but...it's different when your best friend tastes it y'know? I know how much you love my food!~ Oh also-, your shooting completely wrong want me to help you?"
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ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʀᴇᴇs
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ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʀᴇᴇs
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DapperCharmer2.0
The Charming Llama
It wasn't till after he heard the stranger speak that he realised they were a foreigner; one who probably didn't understand what Chisuke had said. That was probably the reason they were apologising to him, even though Chisuke's comment had been one that tried to make the stranger feel better. Of course, it didn't help that Chisuke was almost half a foot taller than the national average when it came it height.
Chisuke was about to explain himself, using the best English he could; though that would probably be as good as the strangers Japanese. But then the bell rang and Chisuke sighed. He knew P.E. was next and honestly wanted to skip; it's what he would have done at his old school. But he couldn't risk getting expelled, not if it meant losing out on his passion.
Saying nothing, Chisuke headed to the locker room and changed into some sports gear; at this point his tattoo was now clearly visible. He'd gotten it last year cause he'd always thought the design looked cool. But, while it did still look cool to him, it had also caused others in his old school to start rumours. The most popular was that he was part of the Yakuza and that's where he'd gotten the tattoo. He hoped that didn't happen here.
In the actual Gym, Chisuje just sat and waited to be instructed. As he looked around, he saw a lot of students, including the bully. Chisuke ignored him for now, not wanting to start trouble.
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Reception:
drummerboi
Mirai-chan
Gym:
smooshie
Howl
R U S T
Sign
Chisuke was about to explain himself, using the best English he could; though that would probably be as good as the strangers Japanese. But then the bell rang and Chisuke sighed. He knew P.E. was next and honestly wanted to skip; it's what he would have done at his old school. But he couldn't risk getting expelled, not if it meant losing out on his passion.
Saying nothing, Chisuke headed to the locker room and changed into some sports gear; at this point his tattoo was now clearly visible. He'd gotten it last year cause he'd always thought the design looked cool. But, while it did still look cool to him, it had also caused others in his old school to start rumours. The most popular was that he was part of the Yakuza and that's where he'd gotten the tattoo. He hoped that didn't happen here.
In the actual Gym, Chisuje just sat and waited to be instructed. As he looked around, he saw a lot of students, including the bully. Chisuke ignored him for now, not wanting to start trouble.
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Reception:
drummerboi
Mirai-chan
Gym:
smooshie
Howl
R U S T
Sign
smooshie
can't touch this
Amere Lamaie The abrasive laugh echoed in the hallway and Amere visibly cringed as she cast a droll eye in the familiar voice’s direction. Friek was a three star like herself, but that was where their similarities stopped. Where she was quiet and poised in and out of the kitchen, he was like a bull rampaging about. Friek’s talent she could acknowledge, but the rest of him was easily dismissed. Edging her way into the gymnasium before her fellow prestige member caught sight of her, the long legged blonde made the arduous journey to the badminton court. The bright side of this sport was that only three other people could join at most, but hopefully only one other student would join her for a leisurely game of singles.
‘And leisurely it had better be.’
The frenchie despised running and reserved her competitive spirit only for the kitchen. If she was teamed up with someone who was going to take this silly sport seriously then they were in for a disappointment. Tightening her hoisted ponytail, Amere made her way to where the rackets were stored and selected one without preference. Spinning it idly in her hand while the other plucked a shuttlecock -...what a ridiculous name-, she took her position by the net and observed the rest of her classmates while she waited.
There was another blonde in the basketball section and the unfortunate victim of Friek’s attention. Thankful that they were on the other side of the gym, Amere’s lemon-lime gaze continued over other various faces. Few were recognizable, but she rarely bothered remembering any that weren’t in her league. Most had grouped up though and looked marginally more enthused to be here than she felt. There was only one person so far who looked as out of place as she did and he was sitting on the sidelines. Had he not signed up for anything specific or was he just waiting for someone else like she was? The guy was taller than most of the other Japanese students she had encountered and boasted an aura that reminded her of the cliche troublemaker tropes in movies; a mysterious guy who usually wore leather, smoked, and most likely drove a motorcycle. If he was trying to keep people at bay with this look then it was effective since most students were giving him a wide berth. Unfortunately for him, however, Amere feared very little. Deciding he could be a prospective partner who wouldn’t make her run more than she wanted, the blonde hefted the feathered shuttlecock into the air before tapping it in the other student’s direction. It soared gracefully through the air before landing at the boy’s feet, causing no harm or damage. Waiting until he noticed the plastic target, Amere would crook her finger at him when their eyes met, beckoning him to join her. French was her native tongue and she was fluent in English, but three years so far in Japan had given her a basic grasp of the language; enough to at least mouth the words ‘Come here’ in Japanese to further clarify what she wanted from him.
‘And leisurely it had better be.’
The frenchie despised running and reserved her competitive spirit only for the kitchen. If she was teamed up with someone who was going to take this silly sport seriously then they were in for a disappointment. Tightening her hoisted ponytail, Amere made her way to where the rackets were stored and selected one without preference. Spinning it idly in her hand while the other plucked a shuttlecock -...what a ridiculous name-, she took her position by the net and observed the rest of her classmates while she waited.
There was another blonde in the basketball section and the unfortunate victim of Friek’s attention. Thankful that they were on the other side of the gym, Amere’s lemon-lime gaze continued over other various faces. Few were recognizable, but she rarely bothered remembering any that weren’t in her league. Most had grouped up though and looked marginally more enthused to be here than she felt. There was only one person so far who looked as out of place as she did and he was sitting on the sidelines. Had he not signed up for anything specific or was he just waiting for someone else like she was? The guy was taller than most of the other Japanese students she had encountered and boasted an aura that reminded her of the cliche troublemaker tropes in movies; a mysterious guy who usually wore leather, smoked, and most likely drove a motorcycle. If he was trying to keep people at bay with this look then it was effective since most students were giving him a wide berth. Unfortunately for him, however, Amere feared very little. Deciding he could be a prospective partner who wouldn’t make her run more than she wanted, the blonde hefted the feathered shuttlecock into the air before tapping it in the other student’s direction. It soared gracefully through the air before landing at the boy’s feet, causing no harm or damage. Waiting until he noticed the plastic target, Amere would crook her finger at him when their eyes met, beckoning him to join her. French was her native tongue and she was fluent in English, but three years so far in Japan had given her a basic grasp of the language; enough to at least mouth the words ‘Come here’ in Japanese to further clarify what she wanted from him.
Where: Gymnasium (Badminton Court)
Who: Alone, but trying to communicate with Chisuke
What: Waiting to start playing
Feeling: Unenthusiastic
Wearing: P.E Uniform
Mentioned: Friek , Kalista
Interacting: Chisuke
Who: Alone, but trying to communicate with Chisuke
What: Waiting to start playing
Feeling: Unenthusiastic
Wearing: P.E Uniform
Mentioned: Friek , Kalista
Interacting: Chisuke
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Chisuke was just standing and watching the other students playing whatever sport they felt like. But he didn't want to get involved. He was at class, which was enough to not get expelled; though he knew he might have to participate if one of the teachers asked him. Chisuke just hoped that he would be forgotten about. His attitude made that easy, but his size posed a challenge. It was hard to not have your eyes drawn to one of the tallest people in the room.
Suddenly a shuttlecock fell by his feet. Chisels was about to pick it up and return it, but the woman who had thrown it seemed to be calling him over. For a moment Chisuke considered ignoring her, but realised that if he stood with another student it was less likely that he'd be called upon. So he headed over, seeming even taller once he was up close. Chisuke raised an eyebrow gently. "Did you need something from me?" he asked in a someone blunt tone; Chisuke wasn't one for subtlety.
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Suddenly a shuttlecock fell by his feet. Chisels was about to pick it up and return it, but the woman who had thrown it seemed to be calling him over. For a moment Chisuke considered ignoring her, but realised that if he stood with another student it was less likely that he'd be called upon. So he headed over, seeming even taller once he was up close. Chisuke raised an eyebrow gently. "Did you need something from me?" he asked in a someone blunt tone; Chisuke wasn't one for subtlety.
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