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| NekoNyanNyan | Feb 22 2009, 12:16 AM Post #1 |
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So far, the club was going along just fine. Random Factor already had five members, which was more than enough to get a club going. Everyone seemed to get along just fine and it was fun. The members were still at the associate stage, but no doubt, after an adventure or two they would be friends. They even had a meeting place which was why the group would be meeting at the mall today. No, they weren't going to meet at the mall every time the club needed a meeting, but they would be there today. Why? The clubroom, one of the rooms in Supernatural Hall was boring. The walls were bare and the place was generally unused. It had a table and a few chairs, but it had nothing awesome about it. And so, using the first bit of funds their club would receive, the members would buy some things to decorate it. And because it was a group effort, they would do it as a group...sort of. The twins, the founders of the club, stood at the front of the food court near the entrance. They had already contacted the members to tell there where to meet and even left a bulletin on the classroom to left any potential members know where to go. It was time for the club's first shopping trip and fun would surely ensue. The twins were dressed in their usual opposite colors of black and white, though more than they color placement differ, so did their style. Tsuinjou wore boyish clothing compared to her twin, donning a pair of white khaki capris with ties sat the ends and mini slits with a black hoodie that was just thin enough to erase the question of if Tsuinjou could decide if she was warm or cold. Hitoemoi, on the other hand, was dressed more feminine. She wore a black skirt with a white long sleeve shirt. However, as twins, they had things in their clothing that were also identical. For example, on the front of both their tops was the imprint of word "Cosmos" in Japanese in the opposite color of their top. Also along the side of Tsuinjou's right leg and Hitoemoi's left leg were the same symbols. It was obvious that they were wearing clothing from the same set and the fact that they could wear each others clothes help lots. |
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| Izzy | Feb 22 2009, 03:12 AM Post #2 |
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Michael looked at the small army of stickmen, all his height - more or less - and surrounding him. Each black figure held a white staff in their hands. They circled around him, their movements confusing as they were synchronized. Well, it was an army of dummies, made 'real' by the power of Stick's illusions, but they would 'hurt' if they hit him with those white staffs. One charged forward, its footsteps surreal as they were silent, and its swing of the staff made him put up his own. This staff, however, was real - it was a simple wooden mock-up of his own spear, but it would suffice today. The two spears clashed in a silent impact, and Michael felt his heart shake his ears as they traded blows. Sticks began to add sound, make this illusion real. The simple thick lines began to seem more real. Formerly spherical heads began to take on shape. Michael ducked under a sweep, stepping back and into the reach of other stickmen. They took a one shot at him, but he managed to roll out of their way. The battle continued, until Sticks froze everyone. "Bro! Stop! We got a date!" This made Michael double take, although his spear still casually stabbed a stickman in the face as he turned around to face Sticks - he could tell it was Sticks, because this one had two white dots and a curve to make a simple smiley face. "You know, Bro. With these two" Michael's spear whipped out to lash at Sticks, but he couldn't hit him because the two twins - sans apparel - had appeared on either side. "Put those things away!" He roared, but only got a ghost like laughter as the two twins began to attack him - by hugs. "Damnit, sticks! You're gonna make us late!" - - - - - He was running now, red in the face as he hurled his body down the street. Michael had re-dressed in a rush, so now he was still pulling on his royal blue jacket. Blue was often his colors, contrasting to his orange hair. The jacket covered a black shirt, decorated with a spatter of blue ink. Rounding a corner, Michael's tough hiking boots - a dark grey - skidded slightly on some spilled yogurt, and he recovered by a few frantic flails. He slowed down to a slight jog. Maybe everyone was already there, waiting for him - that would not have been good. Looking around the corner, he felt a rush of relief as he saw the twins - and only the twins. That meant that he wasn't late. Walking over to them, he heard Sticks tease him in the background. Ooh, trying to look casual, are we? Shaking his head, Michael looked up with a smile - a genuine one, since Sticks was right about one thing: the twins were easy on the eyes. The venatori stopped in front of them, his breathlessness receding as he looked from one twin to the other. The older one had purple eyes, didn't she? Or was it blue? He looked from one to the other before he decided just to go with what they had. "Kyou san, Kyou chan. Nice to see you... uh... well... while we're waiting, can you explain why we're in the mall?" Edited by Izzy, Feb 22 2009, 03:22 AM.
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| Affirmative Smackdown | Feb 23 2009, 12:47 PM Post #3 |
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((OOC: Sorry! I don’t have internet at my apartment so I’m really out of touch on the weekends.)) In the midst of all the boxes and things strewn around her tiny room - Ally had actually missed the note that had been shoved under her door. It had lain there until the morning of the meeting when by chance she picked it up and spied the tale tell picturesque Japanese writing. Heart skipping a beat she had no clue what it meant. She could speak and understand Japanese enough to get by, but she could not read it - not even on a good day! Tearing down the hall she’d searched frantically for someone - anyone who could tell her what everything else besides the day and time meant - that was easy enough to decipher! The poor boy curled up with his laptop and books on the third floor had not been ready for a rampaging girl in pajamas. He’d at least been able to stutter out it said - which was good. As it was she still had a few hours before this meeting, so she really should be able to get there in time…. However, when one cannot read Japanese in a Japanese city and has no map and has never been to the place they’re trying to get to - it is for sure to be on the challenging side of things. So here we find Ally, wearing simple black flats, skinny jeans rolled up to mid-calf, a threadbare shirt with the outlines of cherry blossom branches with splashes of pink, orange and yellow smeared around with no regard to the lines. She had two mismatched belts hanging uselessly off of her hips and a contrasting deep purple scarf wrapped around her neck with her hair pulled up into a sloppy bun with the ends poking out haphazardly giving her a wispy, spiky haired look due to the multiple layers - several too short to even be pulled back into the bun. She had been wearing sunglasses but had pulled them off to squint at signs attempting to figure out exactly where she was - because she was very much lost. Chewing on the end of the earpiece Ally snagged the first pleasant looking person walking down the road to ask for help. As it was - she was close enough to feel silly for being lost. The whole group was probably waiting for her by now and for that she felt bad - but she couldn’t read Japanese! Rounding a corner in the bustling mall area she caught sight of the twins and smiled to herself; it didn’t look like they’d seen her yet. Speeding up her walk she spied around to see if the two boys from the rooftop were there; she couldn’t really remember their faces, and she had already forgotten their names and she partially wondered if they would even show up. Nearing the twins she waved and smiled, finally spying the phone guy from before, “Hey!” Pulling the note from her back pocket she held it up and laughed, mostly at herself, “I guess I should have mentioned - I can’t read Japanese.” |
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| Mazohyst | Mar 1 2009, 12:48 AM Post #4 |
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Mazzy's morning was generic, generally speaking. He woke up to his own circadian rhythm which, by the way, feels really awesome. He started his day with his nutritious diet. This particular diet was called the A to Z diet. Why was it called that? If it starts with any letter from A to Z then go ahead and eat it! Thus, Hot Pockets and Sunny D for breakfast. Sure, Mazo could've actually cooked something! However, the teenager could barely cook. Microwaves and ricecookers were his thing. After he consumed the breakfast of champions and showered it was off to do stuff. However, the violet-eyed boy couldn't think of much to do. So, he threw some jeans and a black t-shirt and set off towards the Akihabara District Mall. Malls are a pretty standard teenager hang out after all. Plus, he figured that as he wandered around something awesome or ridiculous would happen. That's how it's always been for him. Go somewhere nifty and nifty stuff happens. Of course, weird stuff happens too which reminded Mazo to stay away from Train Stations. Last time he was at one he somehow ended up in some inter-universal affair regarding Triple D's. Not the bra-size mind you, but some guy with the initials D.D.D. but let's save that story for later. Fast-forward quite a bit and Mazzy was at the mall. The details of his walk were quite uneventful. It felt rather slow to him since he was used to skateboarding around. He totally decided to leave his board behind today since he wasn't up for riding into poles. The teenager would much rather walk into them really. Of course, his true preference would be to avoid them entirely. So walk he did, and like said - time warp to the mall. Delorean Time Machine and all that junk. Although Mazo expected awesome things to happen as he wandered aimlessly around the mall, nothing awesome really did happen. The dark-haired boy looked at some video game stuff, checked out some girls in the corner of his eye (Use your peripherials, bro!), and other guy stuff. Nothing would happen until he walked out of one of those semi-evil mass merchandise stores with one of those huge-ass jugs of Sunny D. Once he walked out, power of the sun in his hand, Mazzy's violet eyes noticed a familiar face. Two, actually. Waving, he shouted. "Hey Kyou-chickies!" Edited by Mazohyst, Mar 1 2009, 12:49 AM.
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| NekoNyanNyan | Mar 1 2009, 06:27 PM Post #5 |
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The twins turned toward Michael as he approached them. They both smile and Tsuinjou nodded as he greeted them and questioned their reason for being here. "That's simple Hew-san. We're doing what everyone else does at the mall, shop!" She said with a small hop into the air. And just as she finished, Ally had arrived and looked a bit tired as if she had been through some kind of ordeal. That was only confirmed shortly afterwards as she explained that she could not read Japanese. Hitoemoi chuckled a bit and both the twins bowed to apologize. "Sorry, the thought didn't really cross my mind Al-san." Hitoemoi said as she stepped toward the girl. "But you made it safely and that is all the matters right? Plus, now we get to shop!" Tsuinjou nodded after her twin finished speaking and then continued. "That's right. And Shin-san said he wasn't going to be able to make it. So it'll just be us four. We've secured our clubroom and now it's time to make it ours. We need some decorations and a bit of personal touch to make it more comfortable." She said. And before she was about to take them into the mall, a familiar face popped up. It was the boy that had run himself into the pole at Shibuya. Tsuinjou smiled and walked over to him as they were greeted. "Hey Mazo-san! Fancy seeing you here." She said, Hitoemoi waving in the background. "Hey, Al-san, Hew-san, meet Mazo-san. When we first arrived in town, we met in Shibuya after he failed at skateboarding." Tsuinjou said with a teasing smile and a giggle. "Hey, you wanna help us shop again Mazo-san. My club is getting a few things and it'd be cool if you could join us." |
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| Izzy | Mar 2 2009, 09:11 PM Post #6 |
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Michael looked around, wondering what to do. He hadn't really given much thought to stores, past a few that he had explored... most of this was pretty new to him. The auburn haired boy had been fighting for a long time... most of his life, even. Most of the stores were medieval in nature, and had something that he had used later on in his... uh, vocation. That was the word for it. Michael glanced around, and glimpsed a few stores around the place... that was really his kind of thing. Most had something of a very sharp description. He sighed as Sticks began to pick out the objects that they could have used to decorate the room. "Hey, bro, that looks good!" Sticks, that is what you call a ice cream stand. Not usually found inside of club rooms. The red haired Venatori looked around, and smiled briefly as he saw the rest of their group coming along into the mall. It all felt so... normal. A group of friends, coming along to hang out and enjoy each other's company - plan their next activity, buy a few things. Michael sucked in a breath, the mix of so many foods making one hell of an aroma, and smiled to himself. It felt... good. Sticks was unusually silent, but Michael paid him no heed. It was times like this when Sticks let the young Venatori enjoy what little life he would be allowed. "Shopping, huh?" Michael grinned. "I haven't been able to do that for a while." He looked around, bathing in the near noon sunlight of the skylighted hall. He enjoyed the sun, it seemed to recharge him a lot. He let go of his breath, and seemed to relax a lot more than what he had been at their last meeting. "Uh... wait a sec, are we all here?" He looked around, counting off the heads... Damn it, Sticks! Stop adding so many damned people! As the illusions faded away, Michael confirmed the five of them. "I counted five. Did anyone else join in the last few days?" |
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| Affirmative Smackdown | Mar 3 2009, 10:58 AM Post #7 |
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"Sorry, the thought didn't really cross my mind Al-san." Hitoemoi said as she stepped toward the girl. Laughing, Ally waved it away, "No problem!" "But you made it safely and that is all the matters right? Plus, now we get to shop!" Tsuinjou nodded after her twin finished speaking and then continued. "That's right. And Shin-san said he wasn't going to be able to make it. So it'll just be us four. We've secured our clubroom and now it's time to make it ours. We need some decorations and a bit of personal touch to make it more comfortable." Glancing at the unknown face Ally studied him a bit before shrugging it away. The twins knew him - that was good for her. She smiled and said a little, "Hi," as she was introduced. She still didn't get all of the "san"s, but oh well. "Sooo, do we have any idea of what we want? Curtains and rugs and lamps? Or like a slurpy dispenser and a fog machine?" |
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| Mazohyst | Mar 4 2009, 11:56 AM Post #8 |
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((OOC: Short, crappy post. In a major hurry.)) To the girls' greeting and salutation, the teenager well...'greeted and salutated' back. Does that make any sense? Well, basically he did the whole wave and smile routine. Of course, he was in fact sincere about the whole thing. Likewise when he was introduced to the members of her club. Although, he did grimace a little when she refrenced him crashing into a pole. Not one of his better moments, really. "Sure, why not. I don't have anything better to do. Oh, anyone want some orange juice?" He raised the jug of juice up in the air. |
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| NekoNyanNyan | Mar 6 2009, 06:33 PM Post #9 |
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Tsuinjou shook her head as Michael spoke. "No...You don't seem to pay attention much. It's us four members and Mazo-san who is my...our friend that's helping us shop. That is, unless of course you want to join Mazo-san?" The girl said, turning to him. Hitoemoi nodded as her twin shook and then turned to look at Ally with a giggle. "Nothing like that Al-san. Just general decoration, to make it feel more like ours and all. Like some posters or a plant or some cute looking pencils or something. It doesn't have to be anything too fancy." And as Hitoemoi stopped, Tsuinjou picked up. "And to do so, we are going to split up. Since my sister and I both have the money, we'll each be a leader and you can either come with me or my sister. They'll be uneven, but that's okay. So if you want to come with me, we're taking the west side of the mall....with the skateboard place..." Tsuinjou said, her voice trailing off at the end. "And I'll be taking the east." Hitoemoi said with a smile and a giggle toward her twin. |
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| Izzy | Mar 7 2009, 02:25 AM Post #10 |
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Michael's face went a deep red as he realized his stuff up, although that only set Sticks on a howling fit of laughter, a dozen or more stickmen appearing in his imagination, all rolling on the floor in various positions of laughter. One was up a lamp-post, where it was spinning around wildly. Closing his eyelids firmly shut, Michael shook his head. "Sorry. I don't, not very much." He looked around again, and realized that someone was missing from the last group. Again, his swiss cheese memory had caused him to miss that fact. But still, Michael brightened up a little as he looked around at the new face. "So Mazo-san... My name is Michael. Its nice to meet you." He briefly introduced himself as his hand came out to shake Mazo's. "Ooh, decision time!" Sticks chuckled into his brain, an Michael sighed as he turned to the twins. "Which one would you pick, bro?" The venatori looked around, and shrugged. "I'm good with going with either way." At the back of his mind, he registered that a skate park would have skateboarding gear nearby, too. They were great as substitute armor. "But I'm going to need to check out a skate shop soon enough, so I guess its the west for me." |
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| Affirmative Smackdown | Mar 7 2009, 08:41 PM Post #11 |
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"Sure, why not. I don't have anything better to do. Oh, anyone want some orange juice?" Blinking Ally looked at the jug a little surprised before chuckling and shaking her head. She didn't get a chance to respond more than that as the twins continued talking. "No...You don't seem to pay attention much. It's us four members and Mazo-san who is my...our friend that's helping us shop. That is, unless of course you want to join Mazo-san?" Hitoemoi nodded as her twin shook and then turned to look at Ally with a giggle. Ally wasn't sure exactly what it was they were talking about, but obviously it was funny and she met the eyes of the other girl with a broad grin and a chuckle of her own. Boy! "And to do so, we are going to split up. Since my sister and I both have the money, we'll each be a leader and you can either come with me or my sister. They'll be uneven, but that's okay. So if you want to come with me, we're taking the west side of the mall....with the skateboard place..." Tsuinjou said, her voice trailing off at the end. "And I'll be taking the east." Hitoemoi said with a smile and a giggle toward her twin. Well as it looked like the boys would want to go towards the skateboard side, and that there was possibly something going on with Tsuinjou - Ally preferred the option that would be more fun and less awkward. So she looked towards Hitoemoi and smiled broadly, "I'll go to the east side with you homie!" Chuckling at herself she glanced around at the people feeling slightly out of place; she was as tall if not taller than most of the people milling around them. She figured that eventually she would get used to it but for now she would have to settle for feeling out of place. |
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| Mazohyst | Mar 9 2009, 10:43 AM Post #12 |
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"Of course I'd like to. I don't have anything to do, and this sounds pretty fun I guess." If his gut feeling was right, something awesome and bizarre was probably going to happen. He was definitely down for that. However, the way things were turning out so far, it really didn't seem like such weird things would occur. Nevertheless, he didn't have much to do. Joining them would probably be the funnest thing he could do right now. Mazo didn't realize the group was uneven. Not that it was a big deal really, but it kinda did decide who he was gonna walk around with. Then again, who he did walk with wasn't a big deal. Still, it sounded like the west side sounded better. What with the skateboard shop and all... Then again, the other side did have two ladies there. It was a really tough decision. It all boiled down to - eenie, meanie, miney, mo! Thus, Mazohyst stuck with the east side. The teenager shook Michael's hand, nodded, then gulped down some orange juice. Which, if you think about it, is a bit suspicious. If you know drugs, then a guy walking around with a huge-ass jug of OJ is a little funny. Anywho... "West side it is!" The teenager contemplated throwing up some ridiculous west-side gang-sign, but he realized that'd be kinda stupid. "Well, later east-y ladies." |
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| NekoNyanNyan | Mar 11 2009, 05:59 PM Post #13 |
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As the sides were chosen the twins gave a nod and waved their groups over. "Alright! We'll meet back in the food court in three hours. Or earlier if we finish up. Nee-chan has her phone just as I have mine, so we'll be able to stay in contact." Said Hitoemoi before turning to look at Ally. "Come on Al-chan. We get to shop the fun way, without boys." She said, looking back and sticking her tongue out at her twin. Tsuinjou returned it with her own eye pulling, tongue sticking expression and turned away. "At least I have people to carry things. Come on boys." She said, walking off toward the west side of the mall, just as she had directed. Mean while, Hitoemoi made her way to the east side with Ally and the club's first shopping trip had started. On the west side, Tsuinjou walked with her hand resting on the top of her head, glancing backwards right when she spoke. "So...what kind of ideas you all want for decoration? It'll point us in the right store if we can get an idea of where we are going." And on the other side of the mall, Hitoemoi and Ally where lucky enough to run right into a store that sold various types of art, fan art, and drawings. Looking over at it, Hitoemoi looked at Ally. "How about here Al-san? Maybe we can find something to hang up on the wall." |
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| Knives | Mar 11 2009, 06:46 PM Post #14 |
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So, Saori was now fully moved in to her dorm room. Sort of. The problem was, while she had arrived with the clothing she needed, she didn't have furniture-type things. Sure, the dorm was pre-furnished, with a bed and whatnot, so there wasn't much she really needed. But bedsheets do come in handy, sometimes. Up until now, she'd been mooching off of her roommate; good thing she hadn't been here too long, or else she might have died from embarrassment, having to ask him for things.... she could barely talk to other people! And that's how she found herself at the mall. After all, despite being a girl, Saori didn't shop much; she didn't really like to go out into crowds like this if she could help it. As scared as she was, she was doing her best. Hurrying through the crowd, she ducked and dodged, trying hard not to bump into anyone -- how embarrassing would that be?! Her head was down, bright eyes watching the floor so as to avoid eye contact. That way, the people wouldn't notice her; and if she remained unnoticed, she wouldn't be attacked by those scary strangers! Even her long, thick white bangs hung over her eyes, hiding her face, so that the other people would have a harder time seeing her; at least, seeing her face. Soon enough, she was in the linen store. It was huge; she never expected a store for beds and bedsheets to be so big! And that's why, in no time, she was completely lost. Wandering through the aisles, looking for the things she wanted... soon enough, she couldn't even find the exits anymore! So, she kept wandering, refusing to ask for help (that would involve talking to strangers! Not to mention, they would tease her for getting lost...) After many minutes of aimless wandering in search of an exit, Saori plopped down on a bench, flustered and scared. Was she ever going to escape? She didn't want to stay here forever! Her wide eyes looked around at the strangers; she did not want to have to ask directions.... |
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| FenixFlash | Mar 12 2009, 05:09 PM Post #15 |
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Today was the day that Mr. Misogyny was going shopping. And no, that was to happy name for some cute television character or some really bad ass business man celebrity. Mr. Misogyny was none other than an angry teen with an outrageous hate for all women in general. He was like those few women that hated man and thought they were the worse things in existence, except that he was not homosexual. This angry teen did hate women, but there were sometimes one or two that slipped passed his defenses. Ironically enough though, one of those two were dead and the second has yet to become reality. And so, in truth, this teen just plain hated all living women on the face of the Earth. Sad, yes, but not without good reason. His name was Akira Mirari and he was a rebel teen runaway. He had stationed himself at Anime High School has recent discovering his abilities while haphazardly venture with on of the many girls that he hated and was semi-willingly helping. It was more to watch her mess up than it was to actually be helpful, or at least that's what he told himself. And now, he was at the mall. The teen boy needed a few art supplies for his hobby and he needed something to do for the day. And so, he was going to hang around the mall and see what kind of supply he would gather up. The first thing he did when he got here was a man's most enjoyed activity after sleep and sex, and that was eating. He got himself some food. He ate it quietly, not bothering anyone. With the mean expression that he gave, no one would bother him and he was happy with that. Once he finished his meal, he popped a mint into his mouth and walked around a bit. He wasn't going to head directly to the place since he did not know where it was at and wasn’t trying to hurt to find directions. After thirty minutes or so, he decided to take a break and sat down on a bench. The problem was that moments later, some one else decided to sit there as well, and it was a GIRL. Akira's relaxed state tensed up a bit as a being of pure, overly tainted evil had come into his domain. Sighing slightly, he slid the hood of his baggy white hoodie over his head and his hands into the pockets of his black jeans. By the terms of the Japanese, he could be seen as a typical delinquent and so most would be scared of him just by looks. Glaring over at the girl sitting down, he spoke, his voice holding back no harshness. "What the fuck made you thing you could sit there!?" He said, intending to scare the girl out of her seat. "Huh? Come on, speak up! You got anything to say little girl?" |
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| Izzy | Mar 13 2009, 07:16 AM Post #16 |
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So the west they would go to. Falling in behind the older twin, Michael looked around as he tried to ignore Stick's wailing at him. "Aww, come on, bro! Why not switch and get two girls? Now you have to share one between the three of you!" Shut it, Sticks. These guys here were on a shopping trip, not a date. They were to decorate a room, nothing else... although, if something nasty turned up... Michael's left hand flexed, imagining the power that would course through it once Sticks kicked their synchronization up. It was one of the most intense feelings in his life, to feel his very soul course through his body as he forced their very soul into existence upon this plane of mortals. And so as they prayed, trouble came. Shouting whipped Michael's head around faster than his brain realized there was even shouting to begin with, and his hand reached out to snatch a broom from a nearby janitor's trolley, lifting it high above everyone's heads. Stepping on the head and then giving a sharp pull, Michael dislodged the shaft of the broom. Now, as he was not very talented in academics, Michael was certainly coordinated enough to do well in javelin throwing - heck, any pole you give him would become weaponized very quickly. Mentally plotting a course as he felt the balance of the shaft, Michael sucked in a breath, and hurled the polearm. He then registered that the boy was being very rude. Michael felt the aluminum pole leave his fingers, and Sticks whooped with delight as the projectile went sailing overhead, sure to hit - at least - in the general vicinity of the rude bastard, if not then give him a good fright. Michael turned to Tsuinjou, and giving a quick bow of apology, began to push their group away. "Sorry, I couldn't help it. You guys get away... I'll try and draw trouble somewhere else." Looking around, he saw that several faces were turned towards him. Of course, people had turned to see where the broom had come from. |
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| Mazohyst | Mar 13 2009, 10:55 AM Post #17 |
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((OOC - I don't know if I'm posting out of order here, but I won't be able to post on the weekend. So, I need to post now.)) "People to carry things?" Well, at least the other dude was there. Mazo wouldn't have to hold all of her stuff hopefully. Plus, if he had gone with the two other girls he might have to hold both of their stuff. That would definitely suck, especially since the violet-eyed teenager is lazy and all. Upper-body strength isn't exactly his forte. "We could get a bunch of posters and stuff. Even though I've been here a few times I'm still not familiar with all the stores and such." The teenager said with a shrug. "Plus, I'm a teenage dude. Never been one for decorations. Although, those singing-slash-dancing fish thingies are awesome. Dated and a little redneck, maybe a lot of redneck, but still pretty awesome. I don't know." Mazo's train of thought... Well, it's not much of a train. More of a runaway caboose. Anyway, his runaway caboose of thought was lost as a very loud person decided to be...very loud. His hair whipping across his face, Mazohyst turned on his heel to face whoever was shouting. To reasons unknown to him the yelling dude looked pretty pissed. Mazo didn't know exactly what to do. Before he could think of something a metal pole sailed through the air. Violet-eyes widened as they watched it's trajectory. He kinda hoped it didn't actually hit the guy. Even though Mazo came here for shenanigans and awesomeness, he didn't exactly come here for a fight. |
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| Affirmative Smackdown | Mar 15 2009, 04:02 PM Post #18 |
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Mandy & Cid: The Tastey Cream Team
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((OOC: Okay, as I undertand it Ally and Neko’s twin are by themselves? I’m running on three days of no sleep and this is coming from my phone so a) sorry about typos or odd characcters b) the uncreative. But hey - I did it!)) "West side it is!" Ally laughed outright, and because she was a New Yorker - she didn’t hesitate in throwing out a rather silly and ghetto fab East Side gesture. Thankfully she was not the kind of person to take herself too seriously and could have a laugh at herself - which she did now. "Well, later east-y ladies." “Bye,” she giggled and waved, turning with her partner for their own adventure. "So...what kind of ideas you all want for decoration? It'll point us in the right store if we can get an idea of where we are going." “I’m not just really sure,” she said slowly, having to think about speaking the right words and also what their mission was. “It can’t be too girly or anything since at least half our members are guys.” "How about here Al-san? Maybe we can find something to hang up on the wall." “Good idea,” she winked at her new partner in crime and began strolling the store. She wasn’t really familiar with a lot of the material, but there were some really eye catching prints she thought were both femine enough that she would appreciate them, and that the guys could actually like them as well. Displaying them to Hitoemoi for her opinion and shadowing her to see what she picked out. “You and your sister been at the school long?” Ally asked casually. She didn’t know anything at all about the other people and if she was going to be involved she’d like to get to know them. “I just got here not long ago - actually I still need to find a roommate….” There was another one of her problems…. The scholarship, Viktor, rooming….. |
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| NekoNyanNyan | Mar 17 2009, 08:55 PM Post #19 |
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Tsuinjou jumped in a bit of surprise as Michael suddenly grabbed a broom from some place she was not paying attention to and lifted it up in the air. "Hew-san, what are you doing...?" She muttered as her eyes caught sight of what looked to be a delinquent bothering some person as they usually do. It was odd to find them alone and at the mall, but one was in front of them, and like everyone else, Tsuinjou wanted to avoid such a person. However, Michael felt compelled to act for some reason and Tsuinjou was against it. "Hew-san! Don't do that... People like that bring nothing but trouble. You really shouldn't get involved..." She told him, only to see him turn and bow to her to apologize. She sighed, looking down a bit as he spoke. "Why'd you have to go and do that Hew-san? You've just turned a personal problem between two completely unrelated people into our problem. And now it has less of a chance to end peacefully." She said to him, a bit of anger in her voice. Sure, to some it would look like he was playing hero, but to most, he was just making a small deal into an even bigger one. Things were different in Japan and things like this only caused more trouble. Looking back at Mazohyst, Tsuinjou shook her head. "Umm...I'm sorry Maz-san. But could you make sure Hew-san gets out of this quickly so we can continue. I don’t want too much trouble for us all." Meanwhile, on the peaceful side of the mall, Hitoemoi was glancing around as posters and fan art as she and Ally searched for decorations. The things that caught her interests weren't exactly what you'd expect out of a sweet girl like Hitoemoi. Picking up a few posters, she was met with Ally again and smiled. "How about this Al-san?" She said, holding up a poster of an Initial-D esque action style sharp turn featuring two popular models of cars. "It's not really girly, but I like cars so it's cool." She said before showing her another poster. "Or this...." She added, showing a poster of a sexy male ghost sitting on top of a lamp post with a sleeping girl in his hands. "It bit suggestive, but I like it a lot." He told the girl. And as she heard the question about their coming to Anime High School and the dorms, Hitoemoi shook her head. "We've been here for like...a week and a half. And we have a dorm, but there's another room that's unoccupied, so we need to find a roommate." |
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| Affirmative Smackdown | Mar 18 2009, 01:09 PM Post #20 |
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Walking through the store, Ally tended to pick some prints up and put them back down. She was a bit indecisive since it was not just her opinion that mattered. She felt a little odd in that she didn't know the other members well enough to have any sense of what they would want or like. "How about this Al-san?" Hitoemoi said, holding up a poster of two popular models of cars. Ally's eyebrow piqued up as she examined the print; she couldn't drive but it still didn't mean she didn't appreciate a good looking car. "Niiiice," she said grinning. "I think we can all agree on that one!" Granted Ally had a tend to really like old school American muscle cars, but personal preferences aside, she liked those welle nough. "It's not really girly, but I like cars so it's cool." "It's fine," she said with a wave of her hand, "we do have several guys in our club, and I can fully appreciate a nice car!" "Or this...." Hitoemoi added, showing a poster of a sexy male ghost sitting on top of a lamp post with a sleeping girl in his hands. "It bit suggestive, but I like it a lot." Okay, so the sensual ghost did surprise her, but again - she could very well appreciate a nice looking man, "I don't mind - he's actually pretty cute. I'd buy it!" She grinned and gave the other girl a wink before flipping through a few more. "I'm just really indecisive - sorry," she said "We've been here for like...a week and a half. And we have a dorm, but there's another room that's unoccupied, so we need to find a roommate." Ally looked at Hitoemoi, and then casually looked away. No one had said she had to move out of the tiny room she'd moved into in the beginning - but with the new addition of musical equipment it was a little cramped - but would she want to share space where someone could possibly mess with her new toys? She wasn't really sure; she liked the twins, but didn't know them well enough to suggest anything. "Yeah," she said over her shoulder, having turned to look at something else that had caught her eye, "I think I should look into moving out of the room I'm in; it's really small and I just got a lot of new music equipment in - but I've thought about getting a practice space somewhere to keep it safe. I duno, I need to think about it, but I've just had a lot going on to do anything about it." Pulling out a print that seemed to glitter green, "Wow," it was a Kamen Rider encased in green gold piping and accents, but she wouldn't know that, "That's pretty impressive." |
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| Knives | Mar 31 2009, 10:19 PM Post #21 |
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She hadn't actually even seen him there. At first, she thought she had the bench all to herself -- which was the way she wanted it. Strangers were bad, and she wanted nothing to do with them. Had she been more observant, she probably would have avoided the bench at all costs, and would have never had to deal with the situation. If only. But no, she did sit there, right next to him, without even realizing it. Now, it doesn't take much to scare Saori. In fact, the boy could have asked her politely to move, and it would have left her scared and embarrassed. As it was, there was no politeness in his words at all. And while Saori had been yelled at before, it was always the worst feeling in the world! As soon as her butt hit the wood of the bench, she heard his yelling voice, and it made her jump back and cringe, pulling herself to the opposite side of the bench. And that was before she realized it was directed at her; when she looked over to see the boy staring, her bright eyes widened, and she cringed even more, instinctively trying to make herself look small. "I...I..." She stammered in a small, meek voice. But he didn't give her the chance to answer. Tears began streaming down her cheeks, as she curled up into a mess of a shaking, scared little ball on the bench. She was too scared to move, so there was no way she was getting up! All she could do was look at the ground, vision blurred by tears, and hope that he would go away, even though she knew from experience that they never do... |
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| FenixFlash | Apr 1 2009, 10:14 PM Post #22 |
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Akira looked down upon the girl as she stared at him in fright. He was glad that his point had been made in an instant and he was about to leave it that that, but then a problem occurred. From out of nowhere, a metal pole was flung in his general direction and missed him by a few short centimeters. Naturally, Akira backed up a bit at the sight of the pole and then looked off in the direction of the person that had thrown it, much like the rest of the people in the mall. Cocking his head to the side a bit, Akira went to pick up the pole and looked at the girl. "You! Stay right the fuck there!" He yelled, turning and walking over to the boy that had thrown the pole. He stopped a few short feet away from him and dropped the pole on the ground. Akira gave the boy a nice smile and then spoke. "Be careful where you toss these things, you might hurt somebody." He said, turning around. He took a step and then looked back. "Also Mr. Foreigner, try not to butt into other people's affairs when you are in Japan, you tend to make matters worse for everyone else and ruin their day." He said to him. "And I'd like to not have to kick your ass." He added with one final wave and then walking back to the crying girl. He moved his hand to her chin and made her look up at him. "And you; stop your fucking crying. This is all your own fault so we are going to fix this shit. So you are coming with me for a while you little shit." He said, letting go of her and sliding his hands into his pockets. He didn't give her any directions just yet as he wanted to make sure that the boy would not try any heroics before he dealt with this girl. |
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| Izzy | Apr 1 2009, 11:06 PM Post #23 |
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He missed, and Michael's brow knitted into a frown of frustration. By his standards, that was a horrible shot. But at least he had gotten the boys attention, and hopefully the girl was smart enough to get away not that he was slipping away. The red haired young man looked at his leader, and sighed. He really had acted rather brainlessly when he did that, but really... it wasn't like he could leave something like this alone... It just wasn't him. "I'm sorry, Tsu-san. It was thoughtless of me to miss. I'll take any trouble for this, you two get away." Stick's attention was infinitely more fine-tuned than Michael's, so he quickly gave him a warning as he spotted the rude young man's reflection in one of the nearby windows. Michael turned around to casually face Akira, nothing in his face nor stance tense... it was good to relax. "Bro, here comes trouble... damn, if this were a demon it would be easy, but picking a fight with a human is going to be hard to explain later on..." Akira looked back at Akira, his eyes calm but frosty. Like a tripwire. Hands hung easily at his sides and his body was casually at ease. Michael smiled back, and shook his head. This guy was simply too arrogant, it reminded him of the summoners he and his old friends used to be called out to handle... if not the summoner, then whatever thing that they had just summoned. "I'm sorry I missed, then. As for interfering... you can call it my job and calling in life. But try not to scream at innocents when you want their seats, just asking would be fine." He answered back, before giving a grin - the kind that was humorless, only showing teeth and two curves. Kick his ass? "I'd like a chance to kick yours." Michael grinned again, and swayed on his feet, balancing himself out. But his eyes showed no foolhardy heroism, just a simple statement... Michael always liked to test his mettle against others, even if it wasn't a serious thing. Looking back at the girl - letting his eyes flicker off Akira for a moment, Sticks 'uh oh'ed in frustration. Why wasn't she running? |
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| Mazohyst | Apr 2 2009, 06:34 PM Post #24 |
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Mazo sighed in disbelief. It looked like some kind of showdown or whatever was about to go down. The violet-eyed teenager did not want to be involved in this whole affair. However, while Mazo is quite nonconfrontational, it was very difficult to stand by and let some jerk yell at people for seemingly no reason. Once more, Mazo sighed in disbelief. This time, at the loud, angry yeller. The teenager shook his head, black locks of hair swaying and swishing. He really did wonder what this guy's problem was. The girl really didn't do anything as far as Mazo could tell. "I don't even know what the fuck to do right now," The teenager said, scratching the back of his head. Fighting wasn't exactly an option to him. Yet, he couldn't just stand there and do nothing. "I'm drawing blanks here." As Mazo was basically standing there talking to himself (of course, since he said it aloud others could hear it), Michael was talking to the angry dude. It seemed like a showdown was pretty inevitable. Might as well try to settle it without fighting. "Just leave her alone, man. Look, I'll give you this jug of Orange Juice if you leave her alone!" You didn't forget he still had that, right? Well, Mazohyst couldn't think of anything else to say. Bargaining was better than fighting sometimes. He really did hope this was one of those times. If not, he had a trick up his sleeve. |
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| NekoNyanNyan | Apr 2 2009, 10:12 PM Post #25 |
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The World Ends With You
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Tsuinjou watched as the events unfolded in front of her. And watched as all the attention in the area was shifted to Michael and the other boy and Mazohyst was trying to end it peacefully. She was glad that he was doing so, but what Michael was saying was confusing her. He was trying to get them to run like they were in some kind of danger when they weren't. The boy only seemed to want to bother the girl and not their group at all and yet, Michael was trying to make that happen. His heroism was a bother, even if he couldn't help it. But it wasn't like them staying was life threatening and Tsuinjou could not continue to shop without the boys, so she had to stay. She would not, however, get involved. Like Mazohyst, she did not want any fighting despite Michael insisting on such a thing. Even the delinquent was trying to end things without a fight, so why was Michael pressing so hard for it. Standing back, all she could really do was watch and hope that there would not be a fight that broke out for fear of her club taking punishment for it. Meanwhile, on the other side of the mall, Hitoemoi smiled as she watched Ally look at the pictures. She gave a nod as Ally agreed with her choices and smiled. "Alright then, I think I'll buy them." She said, walking toward the register and listening to what Ally was saying. Then as Ally pulled out a Kamen Rider poster, Hitoemoi smiled to the cashier. "And that one too." She said, paying for their products and then walking back over to her. "Good choice. I'm sure everyone will like it. And as for a roommate, we have extra room in our dorm if you want? My sister and I don’t take up much space and we could use a roommate. If you want...you could join us. That way we can teach you more Japanese." She said with a smile, hoping Ally would accept. |
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| Affirmative Smackdown | Apr 6 2009, 02:36 PM Post #26 |
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Ally followed behind the girl, eyes still looking everywhere at once. If they weren't supposed to meet up with their group she would have chosen to meander through the shop for much longer; but they were working under time constraints so she couldn't complain. "Good choice. I'm sure everyone will like it." Smiling, she hoped they would. She still had problems remembering everyone's names but that would come with time. Glad for the group, Ally was only too willing to please - call it a defect of youth, but she liked people and wanted them to like her. She was glad that she'd gotten Hitoemoi to herself. The whole group was nice, but she hadn't met a lot of girls since being here and she missed living with and being around other girls; granted the boys hall was just across the building and they were a part of her everyday life as well - but having girl friends was different. "And as for a roommate, we have extra room in our dorm if you want? My sister and I don’t take up much space and we could use a roommate. If you want...you could join us. That way we can teach you more Japanese." She said with a smile, hoping Ally would accept. Blinking a little in astonishment Ally had to wonder to herself if Hitoemoi was some kind of mind reader; she didn't feel like anyone had poked in her mind so she could only assume that she wasn't. Though this sparked a line of thought about: what would it feel like for someone to read your mind? etc. "Um - would your sister mind? I mean, that's a super cool offer and all Hitoemoi but I don't want to intrude if Tsuinjou would mind," she said slowly, her mind racing. Her possessions had quickly multiplied in the recent past; speaking much faster she felt that she needed to let the other girl know, "I do have some guitars and things, and a keyboard - but I was thinking about getting a practice space for the bigger stuff..." That was another story and something she very well could ramble off about but wouldn't for the time being as she waited for the other girl to reply... |
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| Knives | Apr 7 2009, 04:57 PM Post #27 |
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The boy told Saori to stay where she was. So, despite what she should have done, she stayed there. After all, she wasn't about to disobey someone! It didn't matter much who they were; she was far too submissive to ever say "no." So, while he went off to deal with those trying to stop him, Saori sat on her bench. Her knees were pulled up against her chest, arms around them, so that she was curled up into a position that would make her seem smaller. Tears of fear streamed from her wide eyes, as she stared down at the ground beneath her. She was in a shock of sorts, and didn't really have a complete grasp on the situation. Saori didn't understand that the others were trying to save and protect her. Why would they do that, anyways? Besides, she assumed that she must have done something to deserve this. When she heard the boy coming back towards her, she froze up once again, muscles going stiff. When he yelled at her again, she complied to the best of her abilities. While she couldn't have stopped crying if she wanted to, she could try to choke down the sobs; and so, she sobbed less, even though tears streamed harder. And, of course, she followed him. Fearfully, she stood up, eyes never leaving the floor, and obeyed exactly what he said. She did move slowly, hands clasped in front of her, posture and gait telling everyone about her fear and shame. However, she still followed. |
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| FenixFlash | Apr 14 2009, 05:34 PM Post #28 |
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Akira sighed as the boy seemed to not want to end this peacefully. Were foreigners always so quick to violence? Akira even hated women and he didn't even hit this girl yet. But this boy wanted to hurt him for yelling at a girl that had disturbed him. Placing a hand to his forehead, Akira shook his head and then turned around to face the boy again. "Boy, you should listen to your girlfriend over there. Women are usually full of shit, but this one is saying some okay things. Personally, I'd rather not fight you in the mall. I am here for a reason and I don't think you have the right to but into my situation as an outsider. So stay out of it...it's your last warning." He said, turning back to the girl that was tremble from just his presence. "See what you've done woman. You almost got this boy hurt because you are too cowardly to even speak. It pisses me off a bit. Even the most manipulative of women would say something in their defense and here you are, trembling and frightened because I raised my voice. Despicable...that's why you are coming with me until you make it loud and clear to me that you don't want to. Don't expect your bullshit woman ways of having boys fight for you will work. I've dealt with plenty and you aren't any different." He said to her as he stepped pass her and toward the other end of the hall they were on. "Now come on before I have to drag you girl..." |
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