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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2012 23:11:55 GMT -6
The Cafeteria of Hikarizaka was packed with students from the 3 years and classes. Most were chatting away noisily to each other about the festival and what had all happened over that Sunday. Shenanigans, relationship updates and talk of Summer vacations were rampant across the large, white-tiled room. With Hikarizaka High still being a prestige school, lunch was one of the few times students were really allowed to relax and be themselves. Well... students who put a great matter of importance on schoolwork.
The outside lunch area was surprisingly vacant despite the sunny weather. It was an oddly windy day, while May wasn't even known for high blasts of wind. There was a bit of salt to it's scent, so many assumed the ocean was blowing a powerful front inwards into the town. Correspondingly, despite the Spring/Summer uniform, many students had worn their blazers for that added warmth and were now hanging across the table benches. Across the entrance to the Lunchroom stood a teacher on watch, in case any students decided to act out. Normally, such a worry wasn't present; Hikarizaka High was a school of serious education, but lately there had been reports of students skipping class, outbursts in the hall and incidents of public affection. Measures to ensure a proper learning (or in this case, eating) experience must be withheld. The last thing the school needed was a food fight...
It's not a party till Avery Vanderbilt walks in!
Or lunch. If it was a party, there'd be a lot more fashionable people around. And mingling. It's mostly just... wild flailing.
With the Pomeranian situation secured neatly (whew
[/i]) and the sweater a (major) disappointment... it was more or less a bitter-sweet victory. She, being the Vanderbilt that she is, was tough and made the best out of the day. Okay, so her mood was elevated by a weird little group forming around the school. Consisting mostly of 1st years, they did little favors like opening doors for her around school, following her around and asking fashion advice in the halls. "Oh, Avery! How can we be more knowledgeable in fashion?" "What can we do to be chock? ... Chic?" " WHAT SHOULD WE WEAR?" "Not what you have on right now." Then she promptly left them squealing in space, elated that she had actually acknowledged them. So, yes they were creepy; ominous even: how they formed together in a matter of seconds... but at least they were ensuring her role as fashion-popularity Queen! At least some people were beginning to see her for who she should be seen as. They were naive, misinformed first years but it was a start. The self-entitled Queen entered the Cafeteria with a powerful push of her well-manicured hand. Of course, she was forced to wear the uniform, the short blue skirt sashaying around her lower thighs as she strutted past the first set of tables. She contemplated - heavily so - with a diamond-encrusted watch her father had lavished upon her for her 16th birthday. It was a birthday that nobody showed up for... but she still had the the wonderful gourmet cake and shower of expensive presents that took her mind off that empty fact. That is, until those Hisakawa brats completely ruined what was left of the birthday cake. An hour passed before their servants finally scoured the pink, frosting mess off the floor. [ the screen pans to Avery's trendy black, heeled loafers, meshing nicely with her spotless white leggings that rode up to her lower thighs. As the pointed, wedge heels of her shoes clacked deftly against the tile, a gaggle of girls watched from afar in awe, admiring her large abundant chest and thin, curvy frame. However, one girl so snarkily remarked...] "Foreigner. Planning on suing anyone anytime soon?" Most of the Cafeteria remained boisterous throughout this, but Avery paused in the middle of flicking her hair back which revealed diamond-stud earrings which sparkled against her fair skin. She only gave the curl a sneer, glowering down at her from the small distance between them. "Yes: you. For that hideous nest you call hair. It's so offensive, I think my briefcase is slowly opening itself." She shook the leathery brown case in her direction, before turning with a loud, pompous laugh with a curved hand above her mouth. The girl was left stricken, her cheeks alight in shame. One friend snickered at the turnaround of events before being smacked in the arm by the discomposured girl. Avery sat at her usual table that was on the side of the room near the windows that overlooked a field of grass. Carefully curling her legs into the seat, she moved a slender knee over the other leg. She concisely adjusted her white hairband, before setting her small, red hangbag with gold clasps in front of her. Sticking her nose into the air, she got a whiff of the steamed foods and found her stomach grumbling in response. "Ugh."Originally, she didn't plan on coming to lunch to actually eat - but... to work. She was alone (like every other lunch period) at her table and it was probably like that intentionally; the other students stayed clear of the blonde's wrath and threats of legal action. This was perfectly fine, as she didn't want anyone provoking her temper; it would disrupt her. She didn't doubt that for a single second. I feel like such a geek. Working at lunch when my stomach's whining for food... ugh! I want to hurry this up. What if people start to think I'm some kind of brain?[/i] But then she considered that none of them thought such a thing, making her grunt angrily at her own thoughts. Avery didn't place her schoolwork (or school itself) very high on her list of importance and as a consequence, her grades plummeted. Her briefcase functioned as her schoolbag of sort; clipping it open to reveal stacks of paper, writing utensils and various other necessities such as folders for organizing each of the classes paperwork. Tucked away in a slot on it's right space, were documents for legal matters. With a hefty sigh and a roll of her eyes, she yanked a sheet from the first pack of paper and began paddling down onto it with her pink, ball-pointed pen. She would get a few of the sheets completed, then grab something to eat quickly before her next class. It wasn't like anyone was waiting for her. Then she remembered (giving an annoyed glance down at the Japanese symbols before her) she didn't study and the questions before her seemed to taunt her for the answer; answers she didn't have or couldn't call to mind. Studying was relentlessly dull and she always blew it off but she never really felt the repercussion of her bad decision-making... at least until now. The day before, during school hours, her teacher had pulled her aside after class and complained of her poor effort and how she only seemed to sit there idly, doodle and look at herself in her compact mirror. To silence him (if only for a period of time), she planned to get a bit of work done so she wouldn't be distracted from her more primary interests! She slowly became quite drawn in the imminent task (twirling her hair; a bad habit that allowed for easier focus), that the normally suspicious Avery didn't consider the pink-haired male eyeing her from elsewhere in the room. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by aito on May 15, 2012 14:23:50 GMT -6
"What do you mean you're sick? What am I supposed to do without big sis there to protect me from the meanies?" Aito Katayanagi had one of his signature grins on, that didn't look much different from Ami's normal one. All lopsided, crooked and the epitome of someone enjoying happiness. At this moment though, the older twin wasn't smiling as big as Aito had hoped. Instead she cooked her egg in silence; father was never home in the morning to have breakfast.
"I mean that I'm ill, Aito. Besides, you're the one who knows martial arts. You practically ask for it, you know that right?" Aito made an offended look to her that was something along the lines of sticking his tongue out at her and headed out the door. He made sure to grab what she had set out for him, a small breakfast that probably would've lasted her throughout the day, but not himself. He didn't mind though. She was sick and he wasn't going to be more trouble on her part.
Such was the way the two interacted towards each other. Ami put up with him being an idiot around her and he took joy in knowing that something he did would make her smile as he almost tripped out the door. It was his duty as the big little brother. Even though she was sick and probably just going to finger paint all day, Aito was sure that he had least made her chuckle to herself.
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Did it hurt.... you know, when you fell from Heaven?
[/i] Aito smiled a smile akin to the Grinch before he folded the note. Running a hand through his characteristically pink hair, Aito went through the rules of his game again. First step to wooing a girl. Or at least talking to them. Walk up to the lovely lady with confidence. Always look her in the eye, unless your gaze is taken... other places. Compliment them, say a cheesy pick up line, and do not ever, ever leave them alone unless they threaten to make you less of a man.Maybe not even then. To be honest, Aito really couldn't go off of anything because his wonderful plans for getting a woman always failed. It's in the water here, I swear! But I must not give up hope! There are many fish in the sea and I'm the great fisherman ready to get his dinner.[/color] Aito chuckled to himself and looked around at his classmates. He had to pick a girl in his class out of his league to slip the note to. After finding his lucky girl, Aito re-read the letter. Perfection. A sideways glance to the clock revealed that it was almost his favorite time of the day. Lady-scoping time. Otherwise known as lunch or the social hour. Aito was a social butterfly and the quiet classroom demeanor wasn't suiting his fancy. He resolved to taking a few more notes so Ami wouldn't chew him out as bad and ripped the note from before out of his notebook. His former smile reviving in earnest as he folded it in some weird way that if you squinted and turned your head to left. Which also made you look like an idiot. Luckily, Aito already considered himself an idiot, so it didn't put his image too far from the truth. The teen lazily walked to lunch, making sure to slip the girl the note before he left class, and greeted everyone he could with a flick of his wrist or a pat on the back. Really, he was so much more in control out here of himself than in class. He had a tendency to get antsy in class and be obnoxious. But out here he was that kid that everyone was friends with. Well, at least most of the male population though. Lunch was a bit of concern though. I always sit with Ami, what am I going to do? Aito paused to place a finger on his chin, a welcome and thinking look on his face for any ladies that might glance his way. He seriously was thinking about skipping though. Without Ami he really didn't sit with people. Sure he had all of his friends, but it'd be awkward to sit with them while the other half of him was gone. He didn't want to be that unaware of his surroundings. He knew how to play the games of teenage survival. It was then he saw a ruckus in the middle of the cafeteria. Or rather a tiny skirmish, but to him it was fascinating. It involved the blonde from 2-D. Aito watched with avid fascination as she walked away from a group of first years (not so bad themselves) and took in the scene he just saw. And then an evil plan involving girls that would never like him and an escape from the dreary days without Ami came to mind. He had no choice but to do through with it. Talking to someone, especially the one he was going to, would provide a much needed distraction from the woes he seemed to be plagued with when Ami was gone. Let's see how long I last until my manhood is threatened. I might even top my record if I play it cool... Aito's thoughts were thinking of different strategies about how to mess with/get closer to the demon this school knew as Avery 'that stinkhead' Vanderbilt. Okay, so the nickname was something he was working on. Hopefully her head didn't stink. He doubted it, with how the foreigner carried herself. But then again, people were full of surprises. "Kiss me if I'm wrong, but have we met?" The younger Katayanagi peeked around the foreigner's shoulder, way to close for anyone's comfort but his own. From any onlooker, it seemed as if his head was attached to her shoulder. Aito's arm magically swung around her shoulders for a split second. Just enough to fluster her, if she could be. (Of course he had to make sure she didn't stink too.) The next moment he seemed already to be getting situated in the seat opposite her, grinning like an idiot and not taking his eyes off of the blonde demon. He was already starting to feel better. "I mean, you've probably heard of me, judging from the second year insignia on your breast pocket." Aito managed not to break eye contact until he brought his lunch out from his bag. It was hardly substantial to the amount of hunger he had been experiencing throughout class though. Sometimes an egg in the morning didn't cut it, even if it was one of Ami's. He brought it out, preparing not to leave until class was about to start. Stick to the plan! [/i] Project Ruffles was underway. Aito set himself up for the task of breaking this blonde. It wouldn't be easy, perhaps one of his hardest targets. But Aito never failed in his female projects. It was the only subject he was good at. If you could call his strategy 'good.' "If you can't remember, I'm Katayanagi Aito, and I'm what your next boyfriend will look like." His grin shined through, ignoring whatever slanderous things the foreigner was actually saying. He made a good decision in deciding to sit with a girl today. Aito's earlier sadness was quickly abated as his old eccentric ways flooded. It felt good to step back and be the silly kid once in a while. Project Ruffles? An even better idea. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2012 13:59:15 GMT -6
The work wasn't getting any simpler and her frustrations were manifesting themselves quite thoroughly with breathy little exhales and mumbling. The answers to the problems weren't forming in her mind, and her rumbling stomach only further acted to break her concentration. "I don't have any stupid books on me, either."
She scribbled away furiously at the sheet, dotting down answers she thought or assumed were right. After all, she wasn't some kind of intellectual! She was only doing this to get that teacher off her back so she could resume her "normal" activities in peace. By now, a heel was hitting the floor repeatedly in a display of her regained focus, brushing aside her hunger, which could wait until later. I could just eat a Tic-Tac for all I care.
[/i] "Kiss me if I'm wrong, but have we met?" Avery's eyes suddenly shot open as her pupils constricted down in scale, her work suddenly collapsing from her mind. She couldn't help it. She didn't like that physical touch, the complete breaching of her personal space. She wasn't a piece of meat, but grade-A class! Not her fault they couldn't comprehend the magnitude of her worth. But even through her comforting by use of self-gratitude, the creeping sense of vulnerability was moving upwards as she felt his body... so close to hers, his head at her shoulder and an arm hovering... just... so... near... ... She wanted to believe it was someone else, but that never-serious tone. The curt glimpse of pink hair. Nevermind the country was like a rainbow; so many different hair colors. It... nononono. Not him. Not HIM! Ugh![/color] In pure aptitude, Avery bent her elbow back in a quick attempt to hit him directly in his abdomen, but instead she missed completely and almost fell backwards off of the bench. She had to quickly clutch the table with her fingers (almost breaking a few nails in the process]) to throw herself back. As she turned around (and brushed her golden, feathery bangs back behind her ears to get a better view,) her fears were confirmed. "You! Don't you have other people to solicit? Can't you SEE my briefcase here?," she gave it a shake, a few papers falling out along the table. She ignored this however, glaring directly at the grinning Aito. No matter her words, her acrimony, the pink-haired doof never seemed to be fazed. And that exclusively coaxed her temper."I mean, you've probably heard of me, judging from the second year insignia on your breast pocket." He then began settling out his lunch, those childish auburn-tinted eyes finally leaving her own. Now that he was a bit more occupied, she took advantage of this to stand above him, pointing a (shaking) finger down at him. "Who do you think you are?! I've never heard of you; you're just a perverted commoner! Is this a joke?!" His flirty maneuvers were truthfully unsettling her, making her cheeks blotch different tints of rose. She was trying her finest to shake off the abashed, natural reaction and replace it with something more Avery but she was staggering horribly. By now, others were becoming interrupted from their lunch and Avery whipped for a second to face them with a dis-shelved expression, before looking back to Aito. He's trying to ruin my reputation; damage it. I'll sue him! That is a legitimate course of action. I have all the papers right here...[/color] Slowly, she sat down again, her face more stoic and focused on him with slightly-curved brows. She watched him eat, with that... joyous expression stuck on his face. The way he munched his food like a child. He instantly reminded her of the Hisakawa brats, and how they too had their attempts to completely make her look like a fool in public. "If you can't remember, I'm Katayanagi Aito," and of course she remembered, but his name was unknown to her until now. She remembered his tall stature, goofy longed limbs and the way he always grinned and flicked his (disordered) pink hair at her in the hallway. There were multiple times between classes that she was hit on by him, with cheesy pick-up lines and it was no surprise he hadn't changed his approach since preceding attempts. "...and I'm what your next boyfriend will look like." Quickly countering with a snort, she reexamined her work and sneered, her upper lip curling nastily as she only gave him a single glance from that point on. "Then like, I guess that means I'll suffer brain damage sometime in the near future."She gave a quick, belitting giggle. Completely unsure if her strives to throw him off were working, she knew deep down, emotions were still boiling and the metaphorical waters of Avery Vanderbilt could overspill at any given moment. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2012 20:07:10 GMT -6
It was bad when the infamous American sat down right behind Kashikoi but this... well it was going to be a long lunch hour.
"I'll suffer brain damage in the near future."
Future? She should get her head examined. Though I do have to feel a little sorry for her. Having that "thing" hit on her. Just perfect. I will unseat the lawyer of Hikarizaka high. Hah well it's a nice thought... I should draw that.... No it's obvious enough Aito likes her so... this surprisingly might be fun.
Ah I shouldn't bother them I'll just let all the love play out. Let Aito get sued and Vanderblit get humiliated... Kashikoi thought. Wait is the lawyer trying to study? Where are her books? Well now I won't inter fear, I'll just get a study Buddy.
"I couldn't help but notice you were studying." Kashikoi said. "May I join you?" he continued already sitting down. Kashikoi could barely hide a smirk when he saw Avery's face, oh it was too good to be true. Well she probably needs to study so I'll lend her some of the books I was studying for next year. "I see you don't have your books I'll lend you the second year books I was looking at." Kashikoi said to Avery "And what are you doing Mr. Katayagani? I don't know about here but in America that's called harassment and is Illegal."
"I'm not harassing here just helping her study aren't I Avery?" Aito said still with his silly smirk.
"I'm sorry but!" Kashikoi said snatching a letter out of Aito's hand. "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" That's hillarious Kashikoi thought chuckling. Could you amigin it? Avery Vanderblight going to heaven. HA! "Asking about post vacation injuries will not help anyone. Though I am curious how much do those tickets cost?" Kashikoi says laughing while passing the card across the table. Well I better not tease to much... I'll just stay bellow Aito... Nice loophole.
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Post by aito on Jun 1, 2012 17:32:49 GMT -6
You could say that Aito had... selective listening when it came to women. Especially ones he was 'working' on. Most of his focus was on seeing their reactions and how he went about being 'friendly' around them. He didn't so much as listen to their words rather than just hear the changes in their voice. Besides, he was already trying to calculate what kind of girl they were and what would get him the closest to their heart. It was more work than anybody would've thought, trying to be the type of guy he was.
Different girls required different tactics. Some required constant flattery to be wooed, others boldness and confidence. Some girls even preferred a guy to be more helpless and clumsy. It was always about how you portrayed yourself to others. There were outliers too, just like the girl he had already started to fluster today. She required...special attention. He couldn't just drop lines on her and expect anything to happen besides what normally did. A threat to sue the pants off of him and that he was a pervert.
In fact, Aito thought he could hear her saying that to him right then as well. Right on cue. Aito glanced up from his food to see a very interesting sight. Avery Vanderbilt, Queen of Scenes, was standing at their lunch table, shaking a finger at him like he was nothing more than a pup she was scolding. What a loving gesture. She's giving me the time of day now though, at least... she's not clawing my eyes out with manicured nails. Hmm, maybe Ami should be sick more often...
[/i] Aito didn't say anything in response to her accusations about his nature. He didn't speak out, though he could've right there with a comment that would've made her face so red the sunset would be jealous. It was cute how she thought this was all some sort of joke though. Through his glance at her before returning to look at his food, he could see that his plans were working. Her cheeks were flaring up in subtle colors that normally were not welcome on her face. He liked it. She sat down at the table right as he was taking a bite of his lunch, some home-prepared meal that Ami had cooked, it was screaming of her love for spicy foods. He knew, because the red pepper flakes were so prominent in the small pieces of sausage. He didn’t care for spicy foods all that much, one of the subtle differences between him and his sister. Then again, she didn’t have his love of chocolate and fish, so it was okay. He’d eat the spicy sausage, as a tribute to her and her sickness! Aito took his utensils and dug into the meal, eager because he needed to formulate something to say to the tall blonde that would take this game to the next level. He could think while he ate, and Ami’s food never disappointed him. What she lacked in social skills she made up with a mean taste for seasoning. Aito ate the food with almost a passionate glee. Besides girls, good food was probably one of the best things on the planet. ”Yeah, food and girls. A wonderful combination.”[/i] When Aito managed to look up from stuffing his face, he could see that there was not an inch of color in her cheeks like when he first did. She was sitting down again, her episode apparently over. Her snort was a bit out of character, but Aito couldn’t know everything, now could he? The girl seemed to be much more in control of herself, which meant she had taken stock in Project Ruffles. It was time for phase two. Or at least, for Aito to decide what phase two consisted of while she spoke to him. ”Brain Damage eh? Well, I didn’t think you could handle much more than that. Consider yourself lucky to have a pretty face.” Okay, so Aito hadn’t meant to sound so rude, but if she’d just meet his gaze, she’d see the laughter in his eyes. It was all a joke. Phase Two was to get her to remember him, so to speak. He wanted to stick in her brain, that way, he could build up a base of thoughts she had directed towards him. He wasn’t through with the game yet! Aito went back to eating the delicious meal, a bit sad that there was not more of it while another voice entered the picture. It was distinctly male, so he didn’t pay it much mind. Now, had it been female, Aito would’ve turned on the charm for her. No, this voice seemed to know Ms. Vanderbilt, it seemed, since he asked about...studying. Who wants to study at lunch time?! Oh wait, are those the papers that she has out on the table? I thought she was just sorting notes or something. Shoot! If she’s studying, I’ve got to compete with this guy for attention! Aito looked up, sausage half hanging out of his mouth as he scrambled to assess the student sitting down at the table. He was speaking about books, and Aito pegged him as one of those ‘closet perverts’ right away. The boy soon called out Aito’s name, almost like he was psychic because of Aito’s thoughts. Aito suddenly realized a sausage was still hanging partially out of his mouth from shock of realization, so he quickly snapped it up and swallowed, ignoring the pain that came from the large size of it. Aito gave a cough, gathered his smile and set his utensil down. It was go time, and the ball was in ‘Mr. Katayanagi’s’ court, so to speak. ”Oh come now, Of course this isn’t harassment! See here?” Aito scrambled to pull what he thought was his notes from class out of his bag and waved them to the boy he didn’t know. ”I’m just helping her study, aren’t I, Avery?” Aito was sure he played that off well, and had failed to realize those ‘notes’ just happened to be the love letter he wrote in class. He didn’t know he tore out and gave his actual notes to some girl, and instead kept the letter. Still, his reaction was the same when the boy had the gall to take his notes out of his hand and read it to himself. The smile of the boy tipped the pink-haired menace off. Something was up, only he didn’t know what. ”Post vacashawhat? What are you talking about? I don’t know about you, but taking possessions from someone without asking is not something a gentleman would do!” The boy placed the note on the table and Aito scrambled to snatch it up before someone else decided to dive into his personal space. This whole event was completely uncalled for! This guy encroaching on his time with the blonde, making him look like an idiot was NOT a part of the plan! Still, Aito couldn’t just yell at the guy, it would be against his ‘nature’. Instead Aito looked at the note himself, and the tips of his ears became almost as pink as his hair when he realized that guy had read a love note Everything made sense now. And two could play at that game. ”You shouldn’t worry about tickets to there, my friend.” Aito exclaimed, the grin coming back as another idea formed in his head. One that could gain his ‘image’ with the Vanderbilt girl a bit and get the kid to leave them alone. Aito was all for meeting new people, but when it was in the middle of something as serious as ‘Project Ruffles’, he became a little testy, for reason unknown to himself. No matter, it’ll all be rectified soon.”So, how long have you two been dating? I mean, I didn’t know Ms. Vanderbilt here had a boyfriend, or I would’ve backed off on trying to help her study when that’s obviously your job. I commend you on getting yourself such a breathtaking girl though, I bet you don’t even get threatened to be sued.” Aito clapped the boy on the shoulder before returning to his food. They could chew on that awhile until he thought up a better plan of action to get Avery as flustered as possible. He knew that they weren’t dating, the way the boy acted was clear enough Aito. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Aizawa Shou on Jun 8, 2012 16:21:05 GMT -6
"Yare yare... I'm so tired!"
Shou moaned giving sound to her frustrations. Her normally-bright hazel eyes glazed over, and her otherwise tired face concealed beneath her bangs. She pressed her forehead down onto the chilly plastic of the table. Accompanied by two classmates, she slid slowly, a bowl of tonkatsu to her left side, wistfully separating her chopsticks.
"I think you burned out Shou-chan... You were amazing last night. Almost a perfect score."
"I bet Fuukami was furious!"
Her friends did little in the way of brightening her up. Rummaging about in her pocket, she produced a tiny blue vial of eye drops. leaning back, she blinked as the drips descended into her eyes, restoring them to their usual glow. Now she could address her associates with clear vision.
"Don't hang her out like that. She's a great skater... She's just.... Just a little brat sometimes." Shou admitted, mumbling as she rested her tired head on her cross arms. Trying to be a so-called Olympian athlete was incredibly hard. Fierce was the competition, so training to the small hours to be a step ahead of the curve was natural for the petite brunette.
And about a liter of caffeine kicking her brain and bladder both, into overdrive.
As deliciously filling as the tonkatsu was, Shou was not quite compus mentus enough to fully enjoy it. A decent hit of a sugar-loaded energy drink was sure to bring back the old Aizawa. Flaring up her olfactory sensors as the gassy scent of cherry rushed up her nose, Shou was quick to devour a good third of her colossal can of store-brand energy drink. The sugar took hold. Her synapses fired. Shou was ready to begin again.
And begin she did. The crisp taste flooded her senses, boosted by the rush of energy granted to her by the aluminum holy grail in her hand, filled to the halfway point with glorious cherry ambrosia.
"So Shou-chan. i heard from Orimoto in 3-A that your cousin chewed up that snobby rich girl from America along with his girlfriend." Informed one of Shou's friends, starting conversation with some gossip. What better way than to inform her of her so-called hopeless cousin's antics?
Shou choked on her drink. Her esophagus coated itself with that cherry taste. This time, 99% of her synapses fired.
"C-come again Takanawa?" Shou questioned. Perhaps she hadn't heard it right the first time. Probably due to her exhaustion. Yes. That was it. She had merely misheard. Clarification was needed. Perhaps Takanawa meant Jun. Yes, that was what it was. Jun.
"I said your cousin Kojiro chewed up that Vandalwhoosit girl along with his girlfriend, some junior girl I think."
Shou's bottom lip quivered and flapped like a fish. Her Koji-nii. With a girlfriend. A junior girl. Could it be that dangerous Sakagami again? Had the boy been enraptured by her pretty face and her stupidly feminine body? Shou squeezed her eyes shut, trying to delete the image from her mind.
"Ahh~ mou! Koji-nii you idiot!" She finally hissed, loud enough for half the cafeteria to hear her.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2012 18:51:21 GMT -6
Swish. Flick.
Trying desperately (and failing) to ignore Katayanagi, the foreign-exchange student glanced up at the entrance of another boy, and gave a loud, fuming groan. Truthfully, she could wait until later to study (she despised schoolwork, finding it "lame") but either route, nothing would get done if she allowed the Japanese shenanigans to continue in her fabulous presence!
No, Aito was someone she couldn't put up with; he reminded her of an older Hiroki or perhaps a more bouncy Junichi. Images of the boys meshing, forming together with matter broke her mental silence, before a grinning Aito concluded as a result of the fusion. Of all the times to be bothered, it was Lunch, where her only options were to switch tables but such a thing was a sign of defeat, and Vanderbilts are never defeated.
Only like, temporary withdrawals.
[/color] Family pride aside, she exhaled a short breath and came face to face with the Katayanagi brother who was making another sly and offensive remark. Quickly, she bolted upright (her bust flouncing against the tight shirt) and promptly slapped a document sheet in Aito's face. "See this? This is what will happen, like, if you choose to continue your degrading and frankly inhumane assault! Like, I'm sorry you can't comprehend my words, but legal actions will be taking place if you do not leave me be!" But he only persisted, grinning at her and apparently finding her threats "cute". I am no child! Where I come from, such a thing usually works. Is Japan not familiar with the public shame brought on by a lawsuit?! Before anything else went down, another student joined them and Avery immediately shouted to him, telling him off (in her typical fashion), flicking her once rustled bangs aside with a slanted, angry stare. Her eyes like needles (sharp, cold needles), she turned to face Kashikoi and cleared her throat unnecessarily loud, as an attempt to push him away. "No I do NOT need your help, or frankly anyone's. I am an independent, proud American female who does not rely on the help of a freaky male's assistance. Stop victimizing me with your chivalry or I'll press charges."Her temper flaring throughout her (her face reaching unusually warm temperatures), she gripped the edge of the table. Her work lay neglected in front of her, the papers messy along her side of the table. Still her hunger yearned for food and still she ignored it, lowering her head to try and break both of them away. I may as well give up on getting these stupid, pointless papers done and leave. If I die of starvation, I'll see to it that they'll be sued out of their homes. Hmpf![/i] Now Aito and the newcomer were chatting it up, apparently jump-started when Kashikoi came to her defense, accusing Katayanagi of harassment. While she didn't prefer help, at least now both of them were preferring each other rather than her. Or so she told herself. With her nose in the air, she stood up straight (and stiff as metal) with hands clenched around the now-balled up paper. She didn't ask for their company nor did she desire it. At the exact time Shou had yelled, so had she: "EXCUSE ME! I am Avery Vanderbilt", she announced with flair, "and I demand that both of you leave. Especially you, Katayanagi! Even saying your strange last name leaves like, a complete bitter taste in my mouth!" Moving her arm out flamboyantly and dramatically, she kept a finger pointing at the pink-haired pervert, before turning to look directly at Shou, another loud voice breaking her stand. [/size][/blockquote] (bleh, sorry for shit post. I was exhausted upon typing this)
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