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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2012 17:43:48 GMT -6
Date: [May 10th 2003] Time: [2:00 PM]
I can't believe they didn't adore my idea! Those... those... peons! Unsophisticated losers! Don't they understand my keen knack for fashion?! Why, it would be simply dazzling! Captivating, even. Sure, even the boys would be dressed in drag, but that's just a plus! For me, anyways. Oh-hoho! I mean, I skimmed through that one comic or was it a magazine? It had boys dressed in girl's clothing, with makeup and for some strange reason, all the like, other girls were practically lusting after them! It's not my place to judge (it WAS extremely weird and a bit crass), or well... it should be, but maybe the show would make the other girls recognize my beautiful genius so they'd accept and love me as their queen! I don't understand this country's tastes or characteristics but this COULD make me be noticed by a fashion guru or something! That's two achievements all in one task. I'm brilliant!
...Right?
Avery Vanderbilt stood awkwardly as her cheeks lite up with a bright shade of rose, a reoccurring inconvenience. Moving a quick hand to her cheek, she attempted to shield it from view. Giving a quick side glance, she saw that a line of natives were waiting patiently behind her, although a few exhibited looks of irritation. She swung her head back forward and saw that a small gap had been formed in the line due to her focusing on her own conceited thoughts and leaving her body rather stationary. In any case, she had pulled herself up to fill the void space with a click of her black, heeled mary janes. She had been so involved with herself; she literally forgot she was waiting to order a latte from the cafe she had snuck away to from the preparations of the festival.
I mean, they DID seem completely against my idea! But you can’t show, like, gold to a commoner and expect him to know what it is, right? Wait, I don’t think that’s how that saying goes…
Just 40 minutes from then, the blonde attempted to cooperate (although cooperation to Avery was more like, shouting her demands and then tuning out any retaliation or criticism… because I mean, at least she’s not like, being rude or anything right?) with the other students of 2-D upon addressing the issue of having no ideas for the Founder’s Festival. Avery, in her usual intimidating, catty way of conducting herself, proposed a fashion show as their booth. All of Avery’s peers would be dressing up in opulent attire, including her. She however would be the one to host the show. Naturally, it drew problems and not just due to the way Avery introduced the idea to them. A good bit of classmates believed it wouldn’t sit well with the other students. Others pointed out that it didn’t really reflect what the festival was all about (which prompted Avery to brashly demand what the festival was about, as if she didn’t know in the first place… which of course wouldn’t be surprising). The main concern was from the male students and was justified: as part of the show, the boy would have to dress up too… in female attire. After being met with much disapproval and condemnation, Avery claimed it would “be met with approval and adoring fans” because “that’s what you people are into, right? Like, the guys being girly and all.” Maybe with anyone else, this unmistakably fraudulent assumption could be tolerated, on account of naivety. As a result of it being Avery… it was seen as an insult, despite it being legitimate ignorance. Her callous, pompous tone with a hint of insincerity sealed this impression: Avery’s ignorance were insults and her insults were ignorance.
Only a few more people. Ugh, I wish they’d hurry up. I REALLY need some like, caffeine to bring me off this ugly, dead feeling. I mean, I DO have money, cashier! Come on, come on.
“Excuse me, young lady? You should move up. People are waiting patiently you know.” The American slowly turned and expected to be met with someone her height, only to look down and discover the cold, hardened eyes of a senior woman. She peered up at the blonde with an expression that read “I don’t care who you are, other people matter too” completed with a stubborn, up-curled lip. As anticipated, this bothered Avery. Initially, several of the customers stared down at her while others looked on in mild interest which resulted in a flushed, discomforted Avery.
In a hasty effort to conceal her shame, she’d bring her hand up to her chest (flexing it elegantly), pull her blonde head back and give a loud, haughty laugh. It was high-pitched for added agitation and as the laugh came to a end, Avery flipped her locks over her shoulder and brushed a bang casually behind a pierced ear. The old woman meanwhile only raised an eyebrow at the flamboyant display. Others turned their interest into outright questioning and bewilderment at the girl’s guffawing. True to her habits, Avery lowered her torso and scrutinized the woman as her piercing eyes poured into the senior, in an attempt to intimidate her and get her to back off. The entire atmosphere of the café was incredibly stiff and awkward in conclusion to the clash of the two persistent women. Only the bubbling brew of coffee and the clinking sounds of cups against plates were audible above the quiet chatting and whispering.
Avery instantly cut the hushed air of the joint as soon as she parted her lips with her voice booming outward, the man working the counter answered with a priceless cringe. "Many pardons, but, are you speaking to me? Because, in MY country, we didn’t rudely pressure others for our own selfish desires. ‘Respect your elders’? Well, I won’t show respect unless you show it to me first. After all, I do clearly deserve it. I am ordering you to not like, address me again while we are still in this line. Do I make myself clear?"
Blatantly rude and unintentionally hypocritical as ever, Avery straightened her posture up and gave the old woman a satisfied smirk. What she wasn’t aware of was the possibility of students nearby who might’ve overheard the “conversation”, as if that was even impossible. Word in Hikarizaka High traveled fast and reputations were hard to break of from.
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Post by Densetsu Karu on Feb 13, 2012 14:05:14 GMT -6
Ideas had flown around, but Karu didn't want to do any of them. It could be because he was resistant to the festival in the first place (what a waste of his valuable time). He wasn't exactly against it, but if there was nothing that interested him then he saw no point in it.
In the end, the idea chosen for class 1-B for the festival was a haunted house. By that point, he was already tired of the whole affair. To escape was his desire. After announcing he would "be right back," Karu had simply walked out of the school. It was much easier than he thought it would be, much to his glee. He wouldn't get into trouble for it, either, since school was about to end at that point anyways. It was a good thing Saturdays were half-days.
After escape, he came here, to this cafe. Just a cup of tea (the green tea he had discovered on his arrival in Japan; it was his favourite beverage) before he would go back to the mayhem that was his classroom. He wasn't planning to do much when he did go back. Hopefully the more lethargic work would be complete or partially complete.
That's when, sitting at a table with his tea, he heard a high-pitched laugh, almost within the ramifications of a scream. His first reaction was to scan the area for the source. It wasn't difficult. The "laugh" belonged to a girl in line. No, no, the front of the line. It was directed at an elderly lady behind the counter. What the heck was her problem? There was no reason to be so rude to her senior like this!
He stood up from his seat, approaching the girl from the side. He noted her uniform, which indicated that she was from Hikarizaka. Before he could wonder about it, he pushed the thought away, returning to the present. "I'm very sorry that she troubled you like this," he said to the lady, dropping a few yen coins on the counter. Without hesitation, he tightly grabbed her arm. "Come with me," he said through gritted teeth, his voice like a dagger. He beckoned with his other arm to outside the cafe.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2012 19:03:11 GMT -6
"WHAT?!"
Avery shrieked aloud as soon as she felt the tight grip around her arm, followed by a sudden jerk that bustled her away from the line. The other customers uttered murmurs of relief as most of them returned to their individual interests.
No... augh! Filthy! Embarrassing! The audacity, I swear... I-I hate to be touched!
The room returned to it's normal affairs, with the cashier giving a loud exhale to display his gratification that the line started to resume. However, the blonde who interrupted the business beforehand instantly smacked her hand away at the boy's clasp that was attempting to hold on as a result of her squirming. They hadn't gotten very far across the cafe when she finally broke lose to confront his brash behavior.
Regularly, she could force herself to retaliate and snap at anyone she felt caused her wrong, but the brief physical contact seemed to send her into a strange, withdrawn state. Her cheeks flashed a vibrant scarlet while her eyes were drawn wide in shock. No longer did they pierce, but seemed to stare into nothing.
That contact, even if a simple tug, threw Avery off her usual inflated pedestal. Affection... and the display of it through touch was something that scared and fascinated her, even if she would never admit the latter. Though she could only manage to compress her lips in frustration; trying to find words to hide the shame and weak, the boy continued to glower at her as if expecting an apology or some sort of explanation for her discourteous behavior.
Of course, Avery would never reveal that side of her... false security and empowerment was much more preferred than the humble vulnerability. "Pfff, do you know who my father is? I mean, dragging me when all I wanted was a simple beverage! You have a lot of nerve and no respect for those in need!" The response was incredibly hypocritical, and her cheeks continued to flush that deep color though her arched brows curved to reflect her accusing anger. The mood between them was rather awkward, stiff and even her over-used question left her soaked in a wave of self-induced stupidity, similar to what she felt like after the library incident.
"Do you know who my father is"? Ugh... I need to stop opening up with that line. It's starting to become like, my stock phrase.
Hoping that she was intimidating him, she began to tower over his stature to crudely point a finger just inches from his nose. "I mean, WHO are you? I can tell by your gaudy uniform that you're also from the school. Sure, I don't like mine either but I at least am graced with good looks!" Any remaining blush was swiftly hidden by a swish of her hand, which she brought to her face to utter an arrogant chortle. This also allowed her to brush a bang behind her ear... a bang that was slightly frizzled from moments before. Hopefully he'll recognize I'm someone way out of his caliber, and I can continue on my own way. If not... I'll have to break him! Avery Vanderbilt is NOT and never will be, a loser.
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Post by Densetsu Karu on Feb 22, 2012 21:18:47 GMT -6
The haughty arrogance she had only moments ago passed into a cloudy silence. It lasted for only a few seconds before the girl's eyebrows curved downwards into a scowl. Her mouth flew open, and complaints marched out, as though he was the one who had made such a scene.
As if she wasn't tall enough; in an attempt to intimidate, or possibly claim superiority, she stood even taller and breathed her rage into her aura. Rudely, she directed a pointed finger at him.
"I mean, who are you? I can tell by your gaudy uniform that you're also from the school. Sure, I don't like mine either but I at least am graced with good looks!"
What made her so... arrogant? Was she upset about something, and taking out her stress on the wrong people? Karu himself was stressed about the festival, but he was dealing with his displeasure more quietly. Judging by their brief encounter, it seemed her inflation was a part of her personality. But, it was too early to judge.
The whole time she had lectured him, he merely watched her display, wearing a bored and expectant expression on his face. When she finally stopped, Karu motioned towards a nearby seat as though nothing transpired. Whether or not she chose to sit, he continued standing.
"I can see by your manner of speech that you hail from some form of status. What other reason would referencing your father be so important in your efforts in intimidation?" he observed. "To answer your... demand; I am called Densetsu Karu. I am curious of two things: your name, and your reasons to be so haughty and rude, for lack of a more polite terms."
He was forcing himself to stay calm. If he returned her attitude with snark of his own, things would escalate. It was unneeded drama at the moment. His undertone still had a level of irritation, however.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2012 21:44:17 GMT -6
Is he stupid or something? He's just standing there, looking at me . . . feh! He's trying to throw me off guard; make me think I'm not bothering him. Hm! Little does he know I don't give up so easily.
The boy was unlike the others at their school. He seemed rather collected and calm, which she had to admit was somewhat admirable... when dealing with her, of course. When she tried opening her large, puckered mouth to possibly utter deterring words, she was motioned to a seat by the boy, almost as if he was suggesting her to sit down. If it was anyone else, the gesture would've been interpreted as courteous, gentlemanly or even thoughtful. To the blonde, it was insulting, as if he was trying to bring her down to size and not just literally.
"I can see by your manner of speech that you hail from some form of status --"
"You da -- bet I hail from higher forms of status, you... geek!" She was finding it hard to keep herself on her usual level of unbearability, barely recovering from her verbal fumble. The boy didn't even flinch; he made no note that he had noticed her screw-up. He just kept interrogating her with that blank, cold expression. It was almost unnerving.
It's like he's trying to retaliate by... not retaliating. Being all polite. The "turn-the-other cheek" game! I'll need to bring in more "reinforcements".
With a hand on her slender hip, Avery curved an eyebrow as the boy did the same, causing her cheeks to warm up once more. She was silently getting angry at herself. Usually, she could throw off anyone she wanted to but the kid was made out of stone; he barely moved or blinked at her words... which only pushed her to try harder at breaking him. He continued,
"What other reason would referencing your father be so important in your... efforts at intimidation?"
At this, Avery suddenly bolted forward at him, prodding a finger at his chest repeatedly. Her cheeks were an infuriating red now, her mouth pulled up so high, she almost resembled an overly-grumpy senior.
"HEY. They're not efforts... they like, come naturally!" Her tone was defiant, barely child-like as she continued to poke at his chest. While she usually couldn't stand physical contact, she was so angry that her mind was going into overdrive with rage. She didn't want to be known as that failed bully-wannabe... if she could get any respect, any claim at superiority, she would do what it takes.
Kindness was simply not an option. She saw what Ashyanna was: a sheep. A timid, spineless little doll to be taken advantage of. That wasn't what Avery Vanderbilt wanted to be and she was sure it's not what she eventually would be. Any attempts at cordiality on her part (the rare, few times she ever did try) were usually screwed up by Avery's conflicted mind. She felt weird, mushy and most of all vulnerable whenever she tried being sincerely sweet, and didn't like that feeling of vulnerability. Being mean, abrupt and stuck-up gave her the sensation of superiority, power and almost... worth. Of course, she would never admit that to anyone. Especially not a silly stranger. Doing so would result in that vulnerability; opening herself up to allow being used and taken advantage of. Just like she did to Ashyanna --
She was brought back from her thoughts by Karu's introduction. He was studying her closer now, with his emotionless wording... though she almost sensed a level of agitation beneath them.
"To answer your... demand; I am called Densetsu Karu. I am curious of two things: your name, and your reasons to be so haughty and rude, for lack of a more polite terms."
She noticed how he stepped back against the door as he asked, almost like he was getting a better view of her.
...Is he studying me? Is this a test?! Or perhaps he's looking down at my ches -- that pervert! I'll sue him.
Any irritability that was lost over the course of her fragile thoughts, was returned to it's rightful spot in her emotions.
"Densetsu? What kind of a name is that?! You're kidding me. See, like, this country... it makes me feel so strange!~ Where they don't even give their own children first names that make sense! You know, where I come from (Avery's new catchphrase), my attitude is called "free-thinking" and "opinionated" but here I am rude? I am who I am so you better accept it! As for who I am..."
With a loud, throat-clearing rough (as if to grab attention), she threw her head back slightly, ruffling up her long blonde locks.
[Out of Canon: The screen would pan to Avery, with a red-curtain backdrop as cameras suddenly appear from the sides of the screen, as Avery striked a model-esque pose, almost trying to impress.]
"I... am Avery Vanderbilt, daughter of Nathan Vanderbilt who of course is one of the most successful businessmen in the world." In reality, there was no curtains or cameras (only in Avery's mind) to make her self-gratifying even remotely successful, at least to those who knew better. Avery somehow noticed this and returned to her scornful scowling, with her arms crossed over her rather... prominent chest.
"Of course, I'm also the prettiest and wealthiest girl at our school, but that should be quite obvious. Just some like, trouble adjusting." Giving Karu a satisfied smirk with her eyes narrowing in scrutiny at him, she (and possibly he) wasn't really ready for what was to come next:
"EY!' I-I'm sick of the loud noises and your voice is really grating on m-my eardrums! Get out of my cafe -- " Another man's voice break after this, suprisingly calm. It was assumed it was the man's boss. "You mean my cafe."
"...out of the cafe I work at. N-Now!"
The angry but exasperated pleading came from the cashier, who was apparently at his wit's end, blushing in frustration and breathing heavily. His expression seemed to almost convey he wasn't sure what he had just done was a wise idea. Not expecting it at all, Avery turned to Karu with a rare, questioning expression that seemed to read: What now?
One thing was for sure, public institutions did not like "free-thinking" and "opinionated".
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Post by Densetsu Karu on Mar 24, 2012 14:46:44 GMT -6
She's for real, right? This wasn't some joke or prank? Who, in their right mind, would be so stupid as to try and pick a fight with... everyone? What was she trying to prove? Again, he wondered if she was in some sort of pain, and hence was lashing out at everybody... but to do it so publically? This had to be a joke.
"You da -- bet I hail from higher forms of status, you... geek!"
Geek? What had he said or done to create such a response? Was his commentary too sophisticated for her taste? Was she merely grabbing at the nearest word she could muster in her mind as some sort of defense? The latter seemed more likely, since it had taken her a moment to properly construct her sentence. If she was really upset, this wouldn't be a particularly out-of-ordinary response, but if she was playing him, this could only be good acting.
"HEY. They're not efforts... they like, come naturally!"
He found himself in her grip, a finger poked into his chest as her rage further (can go further?) emerged. He maintained his calm demeanor, knowing that it was working exactly the way he wanted it to. Now that the challenge had begun, going back was not an option. He would continue his un-breaking calmness until one of them inevitably has won. Which, of course, would be him. There was no way she'd win this after losing composure so many times.
"Densetsu? What kind of a name is that?!"
He wordlessly rose a bemused eyebrow, as though she had said something that was meant to be amusing, but had fallen flat.
"You're kidding me. See, like, this country... it makes me feel so strange!~ Where they don't even give their own children first names that make sense!"
The idea of her actions being a joke re-enforced itself in his mind. Why else would she be so ignorant? Obviously the culture she was used to would be a lot different from Japan. The world wasn't the same everywhere you go, nor would it need to be.
"You know, where I come from, my attitude is called "free-thinking" and "opinionated" but here I am rude? I am who I am so you better accept it! As for who I am... I... am Avery Vanderbilt, daughter of Nathan Vanderbilt who of course is one of the most successful businessmen in the world."
I highly doubt anyone from where you come from would accept this behavior, either, he wanted to say, but his need to keep his calm, silent intimidation was more important. As for her father, Karu couldn't say he had heard of the man before. Not that he was surprised. The girl was intent on intimidating him, as he was her, but she obviously needed practice on how to do it.
Further conversation was cut off as the cashier, with an odd mixture of uncertainty and frustration, pleaded that they leave the cafe, and his hopeless eardrums, in peace. "Avery Vanderblit," if that was her real name, fixed him with an expectant stare, daring him to make the next move. And so, he did.
Taking her arm once again, he lead her out of the cafe, and once several meters clear of it he turned on her. Now in the clear air, with just the two of them, his composure slackened. "I cannot believe you," he said, in perfect English. It was somewhat of a relief to be speaking in his mother-tongue once again. "Please, tell me, you were trying to pull a prank in there. It is the only way for your actions to make any form sense."
He released her arm, which by this point his grip had become iron. "You think you have the right to be so snotty, don't you? For what reason do you speak this way?" he said, in an even, understanding tone, that said I've been there. Without waiting for an answer, he started walking down the street, beckoning with his arm that she follow.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2012 19:36:16 GMT -6
Avery's next move was to slide out past him, very possibly, very intentionally bumping into him. With her height and physical prowess, Karu would've found himself on the floor and of course, humiliated by her which is the outcome she so nastily sought to make occur.
Sadly for the blonde, her forearm found itself being gripped by the boy's hand, as she was pulled out of the door and in front of the cafe. The fresh, warm air met her flushing, puckered expression as they both stood there. Instead, she was the one being humiliated, being yanked like a screaming child from the toy store. Their height difference did anything but make her feel better, as it only served as a slice of irony to the situation. She was older, taller but she wasn't anymore mature than him, possibly lesser so.
An awkward silence met their statures which they both attempted to uphold. She as glowering at him, when she threw her arm back away from his grip. Her sheer power and adrenaline produced by her rage caused Karu to accidentally move forward slightly against the concrete sidewalks. Thankfully, nobody caught their conflicting auras as they were too busy with their shopping and anticipation to the festival which Avery so heavily detested. However, all it took for another commotion, all it took for embarrassment was for her to open her big, fat mo --
"W-What do you think you're doing, grabbing ahold of me when I DON'T like to be touched! I am not a child so don't like, treat me as one! I'm quite sure I'm older than you, among other things, so know where you stand." In a last attempt to best him, she placed her hands once more on her hips and gave a loud, snobby laughter which was becoming quite irkful to those she aimed it at. "OH-hohohohohohoho!~"
When she turned on her perfect heel to face the opposite direction, her wrist was grabbed by him, making her instantly shed that armor of false-superiority. Looking back at him, she had a look of simultaneous disgust and bewilderment.
"I cannot believe you. Please tell me you were trying to pull a prank in there. It is the only way for your actions to make any form of sense."
I can't believe him... scolding me, like... like some child. And what's with the grabbing? Like, I don't --
She wanted to yank her arm again, cause him to crash down where she could kick her feet violently into his head. Anger was building up inside her, crafting and weaving as it surged through her torso and up into her face.
Karu, the better person, left his grip slip away as he dropped her arm. He only stared her down. Silence again... only excited chatter and the chirping of springtime birds seemed to be between them, contrasting the nature of tranquility and wrath.
I hate his stupid glare. Like, he's trying to make me feel ashamed. It won't work, it won't --
"You think you have the right to be so snotty, don't you? For what reason do you speak this way?" The tier and caliber of his words were powerful; slicing directly through her. That judgement that she often placed upon others was being used against her. Snotty.
Flipping her hair behind her in a manner that was so accustomed to her, she closed her eyes and gave an uptight scoff, ready with a retort that would only prolong their fighting. However, when she opened her eyes she found herself watching an exiting Karu, who was already down the street, walking away from her. Other than a look back to her and a wave of his arm which seemed to beckon her to follow, he gave no other acknowledgement to her blabbering.
"You wish I'd go with you! Every guy does but no! I act the way I do because I so PLEASE it! I'm beautiful... I'm rich! I can do whatever I want!" She screamed at him, her fists binding together in tight knots so fiercely that it pained her. When she caught herself, she found others staring at her. She was acting like a child, which is exactly what she didn't want Karu treating her as.
Whispering.
Staring.
It was mothers and their children, kids her age; kids possibly from her school. Quickly stomping away, she stuck her nose and threw herself down the street. With her face up-turned and eyes closed, the natives of Hikarizaka had no other choice but to move less they wish to bounce into the steaming blonde, which probably wasn't the best option to choose from.
A little down the road, Avery found herself... weak. Weary. She opened her eyes slowly, finding that she was at the end of the street, closer to the rebound which scaled upwards to the hill that housed the more wealthy residents of the town, including her own home.
"Meh."
She hated the feeling that came afterwards; that ugly tired feeling after an argument or fight. She loved basking in the glory and rush of superiroty she got whenever she stomped around on others but the exhausted, sore sensation afterwards always made her regret it. It always took so much energy out of her, that she almost always was sent into a contemplative, brooding mood. In public, she would've repressed this but now she was alone, the chatter gone and left behind.
"Like home."
It didn't take long for the swaying girl to find a salty, stupid tear flowing down her cheek and off of her jawline where it noiselessly splattered against the warm asphalt. The surprising thing about it was that she barely ever cried. It felt weak to her... it made her vulnerable, which of course she hated to feel. Stupid tear. How dare it bud in her eye and slide down her cheek and make her feel feelings she didn't wish to feel! Stupid tear. Stupid Karu.
"Stop it Avery, you're being Japanese or something."
With a flick of her hand, she removed the essence the liquid left behind on her face, trying to erase any mark it left. Her confidence rekindling, she strode herself up towards the main gate of the small community with a bounce in her step. Her father and... her probably wouldn't be home, so she couldn't wait to run in, take off the gaudy school uniform and get a rest with her Pomeranian, Creme, which she would need for the festival. It would either be a break-it-or-make-it event.
Get your rest too, dearest classmates. You'll need it... because Avery Vanderbilt is like, here. Ohoho! Huehuehue.
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