The Day's Choice
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Post by okazakitomoya on Dec 7, 2010 2:35:53 GMT -6
Ready for anything. Feel free to join in one and all! Okazaki is a little bored and waiting for some action. Of any sort!
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Tomoya stood in front of a bench, his back set to it and his bag on it. He was just standing there and staring off into the distance of the school. In the direction of the Sports Courts, not for any particular reason, just was.
I wonder if Furukawa is doing alright? he thought, She should be working on some posters soon for the Drama Club.
He looked to his left, his eyes now focusing on the direction of the old Hikarizaka school building. Letting his mind drift to more thoughts and images of Furukawa Nagisa and the whole Drama Club situation she came with. But in time it shifted to thoughts of his best friend, Sunohara Youhei.
And what are you up to, Sunohara? Attempting to flirt with the Fujibashi twins? Maybe some other girls? The latter would be smarter, I think.
If nothing else, Tomoya knew that he surely wasn’t going after Sakagami Tomoyo again. He’d be there if he was and who knew when he’d want to try again.
He smiled to himself, eyes closed for a moment. Such a fool.....the both of us.
Finally sitting down on the bench next to his bag, he lounged against the back of it and put his left arm behind and above the back. Idly wondering what the course of this day was going to be.
Would he end up being a usual delinquent again and just pass the day with random this and random that? Or maybe would he run into Furukawa and help her some more with the Drama Club? The latter actually killed time and made him look not as worthless in school as he was. Of course, Sunohara could show up and they could get into their usual pranks and hijinks. That was an excellent use of a day as well.
It was between classes at the moment, a perfect moment for anything to happen. So he relaxed and waited. Like hell he was going to choose, let the day choose for him. Sitting on the bench and just resting was also nice after all.
As long as the day didn’t choose anything really bothersome, he’d be fine with it. And as Okazaki waited, he let his eyes scan the students walking around for various reasons. None that he knew at the moment and none were approaching him, that he could tell anyway.
Slacker. Aid. True Delinquent. Other. Which would it be?
Tomoya chuckled softly to himself, “It’s almost like one of Fujibashi’s fortune-telling sessions.”
Thinking of her fortune-telling sessions, he figured even that would be an acceptable thing to do right now. Anything. Talk about being bored out of your mind.
True. He could easily get up and just go to class or just plain, do something himself. But quite frankly; he just didn’t feel like it. So again...
Let the Day choose. [/size][/color]
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Post by Otomo Kojiro on Dec 8, 2010 21:22:08 GMT -6
The telltale sound of small metal scattering could be heard as several yen coins fled to freedom from their owner, Otomo Kojiro who mumbled incoherently with a plastic packaging containing a milk chocolate cookie dangled from his mouth.
It was a rare occasion upon which Koji would treat himself to a sweet snack. Determined to neither grow fat, or to run the risk of any heart problems associated with obesity, he didn't do it very often, sometimes few such snacks a year after a startling television advert that struck the fear of God into him. Once every now and then was fine, so long as he was certain it was all burned off by the end of the week should he choose to pig out. It was frankly an unhealthy obsession to healthy living.
For now, his immediate concern was nothing like coronary disease, but rather, his money making their own metallic version of the Great Escape. They rolled in various directions, including under the bench. Koji grumbled.
"Oh son off a biff." He whispered finally getting his stubborn wallet into his pocket. He promptly pocketed his snack and knelt down to pick up the coins closest to him before moving to get the farther ones. He noticed a fellow student close by, and apologized.
"Sorry about that. It's always something."
Scrambling around under the bench for the last of his coins. Where was the last one hundred coin? He was, by this time halfway under the bench prodding and probing the ground underneath it amidst the shadows the bench casted in search of the missing money.
"Aha! There you are!" Koji declared triumphantly, wresting the coin out from inside an empty wrapper which he tossed into the nearest waste bin. He took a glance at the clearly bored student and sighed.
"That bad huh?" Koji asked aloud, kicking himself mentally for it.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to say that. Uh, it's probably none of my business, but are you alright?"
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Post by lastsummersoltace on Dec 8, 2010 21:36:55 GMT -6
OOC Note; What time is it around, 1st bell (period/early morning) or near the afternoon? = = = = Oh, stained-glass sky ways and crowded six-lane highways If I look back when I begin to leave, will they remember me?Small footsteps echoed into the large student body passing through the courtyard. The odd scents of sunflowers slithered to fill the air as a fairly short girl passed through the crowds. Who's that? Who is she? Where did she come from?
Kuniko sighed with the atmosphere around here being noisy and confusing. She slid down her snowcap to cover her face with her black hardcovered notebook pushed againist her chest and her arms wrapped around it. This black book which she carried was filled with the important data of school events, classroom assignments; the usual notes that Kuniko always wrote done and found important. School has always been a "go and leave" event for Miss. Tsuniko from her beginning days of being even alive.
Her pacing was seemingly slow as she walked around the courtyard like a wondering tourist. She paid close attention to the murmurs and whispers but more locked onto her thoughts. She has suprisingly forgotten why she was outside today when she should have been in the library. Kuniko closed her eyes a bit still walking but obviously people will look over thinking if she was sleep walking or who was the idiot drifting off into space..Ah, the usual 'compliments' of society.
..Wait, maybe I forgotten my book somewhere... Her thoughts began to roll with possible reasons why she was even outside. Soon, it will strike to Kuniko that there was no absolute reason at all, it was her mere curiosuity that led her into this situation of walking around aimlessly. She soon crossed the grand tree in the center of the courtyard. While walking, she stood flipped through the petite black book to find a paper folded into it. Her body stopped for a moment nearing a couple of benches to pull out a small poster of clubs eliminated during the last year.
Her eyes scrolled down onto different clubs like Drama and she shook her head to herself. It's a shame to see a school go down into waste.. Kuniko soon conitnued her way to find a large portion of the student body obviously making unnessacary comments or things. Her cat-like curiousity soon took over and took note of these comments. Hmm, a deliquent? ..Strange. The girl's imagination ran throguh vivid thoughts of gangs, prisioners, and serial killers but to even decieve her eyes they were talking about a tall, skinny, blue-haired senior.
"...Imbeciles." She muttered towards herself a bit too loudly to cause some glances and rather a bit of an uproar. She soon trotted off from the crowd, after some of the male stiudents were trying to make a big deal of what she'd previously said as an insult but it was true.
She thus rested herself onto a bench and and papers shoot out everywhere such as blank documents for clubs, permissions slips for being absent/late/tardy, the school year calanders, events, and the school rules. She went on her knees and tried cleaning up.. All was a diaster to this fine day.
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okazakitomoya Guest
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Post by okazakitomoya on Dec 8, 2010 23:28:53 GMT -6
OOC: Thanks for asking, Soar. I would say it's closer to the afternoon.
****** Tomoya turned his head at the sound of soft metallic clinking. Coins had spilled onto the ground, rolling and bouncing in various directions not far from him. A few even went under the bench he was sitting on.
A male student stuffed his wallet in his pocket as well as something else he couldn't see in time, then knelt down and began rummaging around for the coins. So they were his.
Well, he let the day choose. And it chose. A small scavenger hunt to begin it would seem.
"Sorry about that. It's always something."
Tomoya nodded to this statement, as if it spoke volumes more than what the surface words would indicate. And, in all actuality, they did if you really thought about it.
"Yeah, I can understand that," a pause for a small moment of reflection on his part, "Here. Let me help you with that."
Kneeling down, he began to aid his fellow student in scrounging up the money.
Damn coins, they're all over the place.
But it wasn't long before he got the ones nearest him despite the thought. He stood back up and dusted himself off a little, turning his gaze back on the one in front of him.
"Aha! There you are!" he was saying. It seemed he found the last of them. Well, that was good.
The brown-haired guy then straightened up and looked at him as he started putting away his coins already. Before Tomoya could say anything, this stranger blurted out a comment first.
"That bad huh?"
The blue-haired delinquent could only blink in mild surprise. Then before he could reply, the guy already made a follow-up apology.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to say that. Uh, it's probably none of my business, but are you alright?"
He was quiet for only a moment longer before settling into a normal expression and shrugging; his hand extending to the stranger, palm up. When he opened his hand, it revealed that he held the last remaining coins.
"If you said it, you meant to say it," was the blunt reply, "but I don't mind."
After the offered coins were taken back into possession, Tomoya continued, "And yeah. Bored like you wouldn't believe. But...not all bad I guess."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized this guy actually seemed kind of familiar. A classmate perhaps? Before he could say this out loud however, something else happened...
A sigh escaped his lips. Papers had scattered all over the place just a bit further down the courtyard. And a short, skinny girl with brown hair was on her knees and attempting to grab them all.
Tomoya put his right hand on his hip, a dull exasperation crossing his face for a moment, "What is this...Butterfingers Day?"
Glancing back at the possible classmate, he shrugged, grabbed his bag, and crossed over to the girl.
On closer inspection, it seemed they were all typical school documents. Calendar events, school rules, etc.
Dropping his bag on the nearby bench to announce his arrival, he began kneeling down and helping just like he had a few moments ago.
"I can understand being frustrated at the school and all, but throwing the papers doesn't really help any. You end up doing this," he joked casually as went around on his hands and knees.
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Post by Otomo Kojiro on Dec 9, 2010 17:33:32 GMT -6
Butterfingers? Huh. Takeru-sensei did used to say I needed to get a grip.
Koji tapped his foot for but a few seconds, contemplating whether or not to assist. He could simply go about his buisness and devour the cookie, satisfying his sweet tooth's vampiric craving for the rare treat of sugar it recieved on choice occassions. His irrational fear of heart problems and running the risk of developing diabetes led Koji down a path of sparse sugar and low fat, giving him his current physique, or lack thereof. He did feed himself well enough, and was by no means malnourished. He did look slightly pale however, something of which he was highly concious of.
He decided endulging himself would have to wait. Someone had done him a good deed. It was now time to return the favor. Dropping down to his knees, he assisted his fellow students with the retrieval of the documents, keeping them neat together as he collected. Cursing his partial astigmatism, he scooped up one to the left of him, this stray tucked neatly into the back of the paper pile.
"I guess I've got some bad karma about me. Looks like it's rubbed off on someone else unfortunately." He laughed, tapping the bundled sheets together. His mother always taught him to do good deeds for others, and to repay anyone who did one for him. He sometimes forgot, wrapped up in his own personal planet Earth at times, reciting chords in his head, correct finger placement. Despite the mundanity of it, reciting chords and finger placements served as a good distraction from his personal problems for when his kickboxing would not. He considered keeping the problems bottled up would leave his mental door open for anyone to walk into.
Quietly whistling an ascending/descending scale of notes to himself, he collected up his own small stack of sheets and handed them to the girl.
"Now maybe my karma will change and have a positive effect on the day..." He began, brushing the dust from his knees turning to his fellow male, "and thanks to you for helping me also... Uh... I don't think I caught your name. Then again, I suppose I didn't say my name either. Well then. I'm Otomo Kojiro of Class 3-D, but everyone tends to call me Koji."
Koji smiled and offered a handshake to firmly root his thanks. Manners, in this case were certainlly not amiss. His way of making up for being so blunt and impulsive with his earlier statement.
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