An assistance with adaptation [Fujihara Ageha]
Akiyama Sukoto
Inactive Character
A new solace dawns, harboring a possible false hope.
In-Character Posts: 22
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Post by Akiyama Sukoto on Dec 10, 2014 6:14:28 GMT -6
Date: May 21, 2003 Time: 3:30 P.M.
Akiyama Sukoto stood ponderously outside the library doors . The parchment in his hand had directed him here, though it had been rather unexpected. It was quite odd, now that he thought about it, that his day to sit in on the Creative Writing club would be the same day that they were to take residence in the library. Even odder still, was the fact that he'd been allowed to attend the meeting at all. He'd had no intentions to join, not even the ability to do so. His writing skills were less than inept, a fact he'd been sure to express when quietly conversing with a classmate, whom had instigated the conversation (One Akiyama had gone into, unwillingly, mind you.) about his fondness for the arts. Still, he'd soon been ushered by them here, and told that a student (Who was apparently impossible to miss, as she was the only one with green hair.) would help to explain the situation with him.
So, releasing a heavy sigh, as he could already hear conversation from behind the doors, he gently opened the entrance to the room.
His first thought was that much less people were in the creative writing club than he'd expected. His second came after he scanned the room, and after his spotted his target, which spawned the image of green.
She was obviously a first year, both her height and the tag on her blazer showed that. What surprised him, though, was the pin in her hair, that of which was a red skull. He hadn't expected such a thing from anyone in this school, much less anyone below third year. Still, she seemed respectable enough, at least, when viewed from a distance. Which finally revealed his third though, to go over there.
Walking over to where the club was situated at a table, he nodded to the one who'd invited him here, received a nod back, and sat down next to his quarry. He wasn't yet sure of her name, but he might as well introduce himself. So, tuning out the rest of the conversation (Respectively, of course) he leaned over, which proved to be a somewhat difficult task due to their height difference, and said, "Erm, hi. I'm kinda' new here, and they said you could help me just...fit in, I guess." Quietly, he grimaced at the awkwardness of his words.
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Post by Fujihara Ageha on Dec 10, 2014 15:40:34 GMT -6
Graceful, artistic fingers wrapped themselves around a blue Kokuyo FitCurve ballpoint pen, tapping the push button incessantly. Once she found people next to her staring, Ageha shyly stopped. It wasn't like her to be a jumble of nerves, and her throat felt unusually dry, though it might just be the usual since it had appeared long before she had known she would need to guide an older student and help him in whatever way she could. Of course, she couldn't turn the offer down because Fujihara hadn't been present at club meetings for a very long time due to the need to catch up with her homework. However, couldn't the people in charge find someone better, more capable? Sure, she was good at description, but she was already tangled up in her words, unaware of how to coherently organize them. On another note, the second year could have gotten better, or at least someone more sociable, or so she had thought.
Like Akiyama, the green-haired girl struggled to ignore the banal drivel out as background noise while being as cordial as possible. If she were in one of those horrible Algebra classes with chatterboxes all around, she could at least fall asleep for a bit and catch up reading the textbook.
Though, there most likely wasn't anything she needed to catch up on in that class. Time went on so tediously when you had to fight other people's disinterest in order to actually accomplish something. Alas, she and everyone else would have to face this as time went on, as it always did.
Soon, two pairs of molten butterscotch eyes met each other. He definitely was... tall. If Ageha had to describe him in three words, it would be athletic (looking), lanky, and unhappy. Like not sad unhappy, but literally just not happy. Akiyama Sukoto never smiled once, or even held a neutral expression to begin with, but this may have been his stark neutrality in its entirety, since there was nothing to really frown about except that people talked too much and they were deep in something together.
He gave the president a curt nod before sitting down next to her, instinctively causing her to turn her head in a short, almost jerky movement. Fujihara wasn't sure whether she should laugh in embarrassment or pretend it never happened. Then, with great strain, the boy leaned over her, and she found herself much too close to him, not to his own fault but because just as he was about to lurch over to meet her face properly, Ageha herself rose up to try and meet him herself, perhaps to ease the discomfort. Unfortunately, it only caused more. Hence, she leaned back into her normal position and ignored fretful desires to gently place a palm in between them or poke his broad forehead until he leaned back. How selfish of me, and rude too, she mused over her panicked suggestions before deciding to do something much more rational. Lurching back a little, the freshwoman then bowed slightly in greeting. "I'll try," she replied woodenly to his first words.
"I'm... Fujihara Ageha. It's nice to meet you...?" The first part came calmly and contemplative, seeing that Ageha was eager to regain her composure, but once she reached the end of her inquiry, the fact that she didn't know his name threw her a little off balance, not that she blamed him. She trailed off only for a second, but quickly she straightened and flashed him a desperate look, almost as if she was searching for some kind of reprieve from the awkward mood they were locked into the moment the library doors opened.
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Akiyama Sukoto
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A new solace dawns, harboring a possible false hope.
In-Character Posts: 22
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Post by Akiyama Sukoto on Dec 10, 2014 18:06:31 GMT -6
His name. He'd forgotten his name. How had he managed to forget to tell her his name, the entire point of an introduction!? Akiyama swore that, sometimes, his incompetence was palpable. And that look she gave him after her query only made it heavier. It was sad, really, but it was better late than never. Anyways, he guessed it was impossible to increase the tension already rising in the air more than it already was. Still, he honestly just wanted to slam his head on the table. Really? His name? He knew he was anti social, but really?
"Ah, sorry. It's Akiyama Sukoto." And, as if it wasn't already obvious enough, he said, "Pleased to meet you, Fujihara-San, even under the circumstances." Even his introduction only helped in lightening the mood slightly. Though, he hoped that the initial awkwardness faded away at some point, because he highly doubted he'd be able to refrain from getting angry at the very blanket of it around the two.
Still, the somewhat monotonous speaking continued in the background, much to his displeasure. In fact, it sounded like it was beginning to drill into his eardrums. Of course, its content would've probably pleased him, but he couldn't be bothered to listen until the mood went away. Unfortunately, it would probably be a while until it did that. So, to speed things up, he tried to think of something to speak about. Quietly, of course.
Finally, he decided on something. "So, a red hairpin, huh? What sparked that interest?" It wasn't nearly optimal for the situation, (Unspeakable of how out of place it was.) and Akiyama had to basically force the words out. But, by whatever being was up above, if there was one, he wouldn't sit in this forever. He couldn't for Pete's sake! His inquiry had the potential to be prying and personal, but he didn't really have the capacity for anything else in this sort of mood. He hoped that would change.
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Post by Fujihara Ageha on Dec 11, 2014 3:31:05 GMT -6
Maybe Ageha overreacted a little bit, she thought, since it wasn't anything to get too riled up on. She supposed he was just desperate too, trying to fit in as well as he could, though to be honest, she didn't know Akiyama well enough to guess any of his intentions. Some people took some time giving a full introduction. It was alright. The real problem lied with the pair's inability to remove the tension that was there since it was quite obvious that the upperclassman wasn't exactly a writer. So then, why was he here? That was what she wanted to know. Perhaps, if the green-haired girl asked the question, then the tension could ease up a bit.
But maybe this could be remedied slightly earlier. She beamed at him once he eturned her nicety, assuring him, "It's alright! We just didn't expect newcomers at this time, though we do certainly need it! Thanks for coming! So what brings you here, Akiyama-san? Ready to do some writing or did you just want to stop by to hear the club members read what they've written so far?" Now her voice was golden, promising exciting, exuberant things to do. Instead of a pleading, reproachful gaze, she held a vivacious, piercing spirit. There was no artifice in her enthusiasm seeing that the members of the Creative Writing Club were actually very talented and she always loved to hear them. Although, it was slightly forced because the first year wasn't too sure if Akiyama-san would enjoy it.
Thankfully, on the other hand, as they exchanged pleasantries, the paltry background noises of rumors flying back and forth through word of mouth dissipated. The reason for the chatter dying down was because the vice president, a senior with olive green eyes and short, hair dyed flaxen blond, called for all of the club's attention before handing out looseleaf paper to everyone and pens or pencils if anyone needed it. He then trotted over to where Akiyama and Fujihara were, hiding an inexplicable smirk, before giving them both looseleaf paper. "I'm assuming you need something to write with, so here, newbie," the third year said before brusquely offering Sukoto a black mechanical pencil.
"I certainly hope you don't treat anyone else like that, senpai," responded Ageha indignantly before turning to the second year. "Please don't be offended. He always acts like that around new people, being very shy," she added charmingly, trying up lighten both the absurdity and the unease of the situation. Then, as quickly as the tension faded away, surprise slowly marked the freshwoman's face as her eyes darted from Sukoto's face to her red skull hairpin. "Oh?" Chuckling, she did her best to explain the origins of her hairpin. "This was a gift from my mother, who lives in America. She thought they'd look cute on me, and I liked them because it went well with my casual wear." It was also a dead ringer that the hairpin matched her pair of earrings, two little white skulls, one for each ear.
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Akiyama Sukoto
Inactive Character
A new solace dawns, harboring a possible false hope.
In-Character Posts: 22
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Post by Akiyama Sukoto on Dec 11, 2014 17:25:32 GMT -6
With the event over, Akiyama was able to settle down, if only slightly. Still, how incredulous it'd been for him to forget his name...He couldn't even imagine. Ah well, the time had passed, and he wasn't one to stray in anything but the present for a long time.
When her query came, Akiyama was slightly embarrassed at the answer. In fact, he'd even been slightly surprised that the one who'd invited him had refrained from telling the situation. Oh, if he'd thought he could get a joke out of it...The very idea of it made Sukoto slightly angry. Such jests at another's expense were ones he often couldn't handle. And, by a simple glance at the president's face who was looking conveniently away, he could already tell such was true. Ah, but the girl, Fujihara, wanted an answer still. What could he do? He had to think for a moment.
Finally, after a few moments of introspection, he decided upon something. He'd get out of it. Only lesser ones submit themselves to others' tries at getting the best of them. He, not being a lesser one (At least not in his eyes.) would find something. Surely. And, on the very improbable off chance of him actually having to write something, well, it was called an off chance for a reason wasn't it? "Ah, actually yeah, I'm pretty interested in it. I just wanted to...y'know, better my skills." And he smiled at her kindly (And it was painful for him to do so without reason. And mostly unnatural looking.) Then, as he was about to say something to add some sort of arrogant air to it (Journalists were always arrogant weren't they?) an occurrence he'd considered as likely as walking fish happened.
"I'm assuming you need something to write with, so here, newbie."
Black. Black and shaped like a pen. Funny, was that paper always there? He seemed to have blanked out for a moment and he couldn't quite remember why. Something about newbies? Wait...
Ageha talked and he make every motion of listening. On contrary of his outer appearance, though, his mind was a blazing inferno of horror and stupidity. Mostly stupidity. Okay, all stupidity. A smile, unnatural, was still on his face. The situation was growing heavy and what could've been easily fixed was sent spiraling into chaos. Dark chaos. Bad chaos.
And, as Ageha finished saying something that proved he'd been intruding, the entire table set to writing so he did as well. Okay, he thought to himself, you can do this. Just try to remember some good, really unpopular fiction. Wait, that's absolutely nothing. And why do I care so much? No, never mind, no time. Uh, a Tale of Two Cities? No. How 'bout...The Iliad? Do you really expect them to think you're going to write a novel? Then...
Do you fear the darkness?
And suddenly, an entire story emerged from his mind, one from not so long ago.
And suddenly a story appeared on his page and he waited to be called upon, in the meantime leaning over to Ageha once more. "How do these things usually go?"
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Post by Fujihara Ageha on Dec 11, 2014 18:07:38 GMT -6
She didn't expect that things would worsen, but they did. The freshwoman's smile was wiped clean off her face as she scribbled down on paper furiously in a contained frenzy, struggling to isolate herself while being polite as subtle gestures and body language made up infighting and frustration for the other members.
Akiyama Sukoto was very, very hard to read. Fujihara, in all honesty, wasn't interested in making him an enemy; nor was she interested in making anyone an enemy to begin with. But human relations were intricate and woven together into fine lines. To no surprise could they be crushed without abandon. Still, with nothing better to do once she wrote a short haiku about the encroaching summer (and had no intentions of reading it out loud), all the first year could do was observe her partner. Ambrosia eyes with flecks of gold fixated themselves on the president, who pointedly was looking away and trying not to laugh. A second pair of eyes joined the first. Nothing could be done, for now, that was.
She sighed. It wasn't usual for this to happen, though she wondered why this disaster had to come to be. Akiyama was at no fault here, and Ageha decided to do everything in her power to help him. At the very least, the two were both caught off guard. No delicate subterfuges could conceal the matter. Regardless, Akiyama preserved the flow of the conversation and replied to her question. "Well, then, if you'd like, let's take a look at your writing when you're done and we'll see," she concluded, wincing at the extra shade of sincerity and curiosity she didn't mean to have. And then he smiled seemingly benevolent, but something was amiss... Now all she had to do was find out what. That was, she would, if it weren't for that little interruption. However, no acts of compensation and placation could appease the beast they had to face at hand. The entire situation was unbearable, but not enough to make her cry. Perhaps, she would make an offhand comment about it later and casually forget it.
That's what she wanted to do at least, but now she couldn't. The green haired girl was stuck their timidly muttering those meaningless words until she was at a loss for what to do. Akiyama had that fake grin on. Whether she was good at social interactions or not, Fujihara most definitely wasn't naive, as romantic as she could be at times. Now was not the time.
It was a surprise he didn't see her cordial smile fade away. However, apparently he had better things to think about, which was probably true, but as one awkward person to another, she noticed that though he was nodding and going "mhm" and all of that, he wasn't really listening or looking at her. She knew it because she did it too. Everyone did. With a bored groan, the freshwoman waited for everyone to finish writing, and her boredom slightly decreased once she saw him mull over what to do uninterestedly.
After that, then came the Eureka! moment he (no, they) had been looking for.
Her interest restored slowly but steadily as she observed him write, engaged in what he was crafting. However, she didn't actually read his work, wanting to save the best for last. Once again, he leaned over and a sliver of an ironic tenderness overwhelmed her. For a moment, she was hesitant to respond, knowing that her question basically explained what happened in chronological order, although it wasn't phrased properly. Thus, waiting to see if he'd half-listen to her more, she spoke frankly enough to quickly cut the two off in their own world with their own kinds of snobbery and devoid of any other type. "We just write. Once the president and vice president assume the entire club is done, anyone who is interested in reading their work can do so now. The others listen, sneakily edit their work or eat food in the library when they're not supposed to. What do you plan on doing, Akiyama-san?"
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Akiyama Sukoto
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A new solace dawns, harboring a possible false hope.
In-Character Posts: 22
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Post by Akiyama Sukoto on Dec 11, 2014 20:13:47 GMT -6
He listened to every word, as he'd felt she deserved it since he'd spaced out those few moments. But, he'd gotten the work to prove them wrong. Even more, it wasn't by him and it wasn't popular because the only ones who'd read it were whoever sent it. He'd wanted to go back to that day when he received the letter in his mail to analyze it more, but that didn't exactly matter now. And, as the letter accompanying the story tried to worm its way back into his mind with words like 'sister' and 'son', he didn't allow it either because she had earned full attention. "Isn't that kinda' ...bland? I mean, what would give you incentive to join a club like that. Oh! No offense, of course. It's just slightly hard to see how you could benefit from it." And he knew, even as he said those words, that they could have great offense if she was that type of person. But, as this 'vice-president' (Someone Akiyama could already tell he'd have quarrels with if he had to continue meeting.) began calling on people, contrary to what Fujihara had said, he realized it didn't really matter how he saw it now.
As the many people began reading their poetry and short stories, Akiyama could see the growing smirks on both of the two presidents' faces, he could hardly hold back his own. Ah, how disappointed they'd be when they heard his! No, if they'd told anyone else in the group, they'd be humiliated! Or at least in theory. What surprised him, however, was when they finally called on him, they somehow managed to keep a straight face. Akiyama'd been silent the whole time they'd been calling, but only in anticipation. So, this made him feel somewhat paranoid. Made him feel like they had some trick up their sleeve. Still, he'd still play his ace. No matter if the other players had a flush.
[Sent in PM, sorry.]
After he finished reading, he had to remain silent for a few moments to let his throat stop throbbing. He couldn't remember the last time he'd spoken so much. The faces of everyone else were unreadable, and he didn't know their reaction. Though, it seemed nah one of them would be unsatisfactory.
Best case scenario: They loved it. Then they ask for him to join. He is hated because he is sure that, if they love it, then he will basically be the Tomoyo of creative writing (Like how she's asked constantly by judo teams.) That would be bad. Not that he disliked The Student Council President. In fact, he respected her. Mostly because of her respectability, but also because he was somewhat tempted to spar with her. The outcome would be...well he didn't really know. He liked to accredit himself as being one of the top graduations from his dojo but...Tomoyo..their fighting styles were extremely similar, as both she and Tae Kwon Do focused mainly on kicks. But she...this was any he wanted to spar, to asses her ability.
But how had he gotten on that subject anyway? He looked around, because it had only taken seconds to think that tangent of thought, and sat down waiting for their reaction. But now before whispering to his right, "Are they okay?"
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Post by Fujihara Ageha on Dec 13, 2014 6:38:32 GMT -6
All of this was just so confusing. Fujihara had no understanding of the situation, since they had just told her today that a new person was coming. She didn't even know he was invited, but he hadn't mentioned that prior. Actually, no one but the presidents knew about it; they were the ones that sent it. Therefore, everything was in disarray, and thanks to a couple of bad seeds, Fujihara's favorite club was falling apart in shambles. Now Ageha really did want to cry, but she had to remain strong for her charge of sorts, only sporting a bitter grimace/smile, not aimed at Akiyama but the two men in charge. But at the very least, she seemed to be regaining Sukoto's attention, to which she sighed in relief. Almost barking in laughter to his response, not to mock him but instead tip her metaphorical hat to the irony, she said wryly, "That's the same question I asked when I first joined. To be honest, they were much more welcoming then. We had a lovely girl for our president then and her boyfriend as vice president. But they had to go for college when I first got into high school, so..." Not wanting to waste words, the first year gestured to the two presidents. They saw her and their smirks only widened. Uncharacteristically, she flashed them a death glare. "Anyway, there is a more interesting part, and writing is actually a group project, but what the vice president is doing is not supposed to happen! Toyama and Shibarashi would have never wanted it to go this way...!" Returning to the subject, she almost hissed at the mere sight of such debauchery, but now she could only moan grievingly. Obviously upset, she hard a hard time holding the fortifications around her emotions. How dare they force people into a position they didn't want to be in?
However, Ageha's eyes widened in surprise, and her mouth became a tight, thin line in anticipation, after seeing his smirk. Approvingly, she then nodded in affirmation, having believed in his ability to write. However, she was still ashamed the top brass of the club had bothered to humiliate someone who was innocent in all of this. She, like, him remained silent as they waited nervously. But she had faith. The two of them both had aces, surely. Ageha had prepared for it hastily, having only just come up with it at the beginning of the meeting, but soon, willingly or not, they would have to work together as a team, should they wish to escape this room alive with their dignity.
Before Akiyama read his story, everyone was silent for a few moments, but this was a vulnerable silence. Instinctively, the green haired lass rose up to accompany, not wishing for him to be left alone in the matter. Soon, a harsh, gravelly voice rasped in subtle amusement, "Speak now, and speak with conviction, kouhai. Did you wish to go before or after him?" The domineering bass of the president's voice boomed throughout the room, hushing the club members to an absolute dreadful calm, but she held her ground.
"No," she replied under clenched teeth.
"Oh?" Now the president's voice became dangerously soft.
The vice president simply shrugged and wheedled his response. "Tell us what you want then." he encouraged.
"W-why?" Her voice trembled as she asked those unutterable words. "Why are you doing all of this?" She didn't mean to focus the attention on her, but either luckily or unluckily, the question gave away all the attention on the vice president and president.
"What relevance does this have to what the club is doing?" He raised an eyebrow.
This was nerve-wracking, and something she never did before. But what was scarier was that the vice president and president had been acting incredibly different from when they had acted before. She couldn't even believe she used to like the former, not in that way. The two had sworn themselves to carry out their predecessors' will. Now it seemed a lot less likely that they would. "A lot. I'm looking forward to what Akiyama-san has written, but the problem is why did he decide to attend one of the Creative Writing Club's meetings all of a sudden and how did you know about it?'
"Fujihara-san, please don't waste our time. We can talk about it afterwards."
"N-no, senpai, it isn't unimportant. It may be out of the blue, but it's important to know because we've never conducted our meetings like this before and secondly, he came here. It can't be a coincidence. So please answer my question." Ageha bowed slightly, a bit intimidated, but she did her best to try and get her point about. The chatter and eating and sneak-editing happened before, but two key elements were just completely off. Even the other members were murmuring in thought.
"I'll answer if you'd like, alright. We invited him because we thought he would like it and that you all would like it. I personally thought it would be interesting if we read the work of someone not part of our little club, and maybe keeping it a surprise would have worked out well." The blond boy scratched his head nervously as he answered, obviously making it up on his own, but there was a kernel of truth in his words. Not even the green haired girl could deny it.
"Then explain to me why Akiyama and other people felt so uncomfortable when you called on them. If you wanted to show off the club's usual routine, you'd just let things proceed naturally," she added neutrally.
"You are wasting our time. Talk to us about this after the meeting, and let Akiyama-san read his work, if you are looking forward to him reading it so much."
"I understand, but you should have seen how hard he worked on this piece," she said, sitting down, having been unhappy that she not only detracted from Akiyama's performance and was incapable of finding the whole truth. However, at the very least, Ageha had been on the same page as him that they invited the poor boy to make a mockery out of him. For now, though, she would bide her time and enjoy something that could take her mind off the matter.
And so, Akiyama Sukoto had spun a tale written in the stars on the ethereal horizon yet also the approaching twilight of reality, of a place so unreal and real, all she could compare it to was a valley of ashes. In his story, time was difficult to tell, but it was obvious to know the protagonist was alone, cleaning up after something. Symbolism was key, seeing that night and day in the story coexisted. Light and dark were one, and it grew to become a story of facing one's fears: the dark. However, the main character soon grew to realize that what he should fear is himself. That, Ageha understood. It was simply a part of human nature to understand the capability mankind had for causing atrocities, but even a group's folly wasn't so much as frightening as the work of one man. Yet very much like the intricate contradictions in his tale, she knew her mind would romp like the mind of God, but never again to wander like the eyes of God. It was funny, since she wasn't even religious to begin with.
Everyone else was stunned in silence, except for the vice president and president. The former was clapping his hands obnoxiously loudly, and Ageha decided he needed to be drowned out. Her point was only driven further when he was about to laugh and jeer at Sukoto's story. Quickly, she snapped her hands with graceful yet swift movements, creating a percussive rhythm of sorts and did it loudly but not too loudly. Soon, the others slowly but steadily joined in the round and snapped their hands to the beat slowly louder and louder until a full on harmony was created. Fujihara smiled, as if she was the conductor and they were her fellow players. Finally, the simple yet complex music reached its climax and rapturous cheer filled the air before everything finally died down. "A little late, guys, but I'm glad we've decided to go back to good old days."
"Are they okay?"
It was too early to tell if the club wanted him to join. In fact, he wouldn't be like Tomoyo in the slightest. They acknowledged there were some grammatical errors but that the writing had a lot of potential. Only if Akiyama wanted to, he could come every now and then to refine his skills, but that was all. Shaking her head out of all those thoughts, Ageha sported a wide grin with clear eyes. "Okay? No, they're great, thanks to you!"
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Akiyama Sukoto
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A new solace dawns, harboring a possible false hope.
In-Character Posts: 22
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Post by Akiyama Sukoto on Dec 13, 2014 22:24:11 GMT -6
The situation irritated him. It was the way the air felt, and the looks both officers of the club gave him. He was in the process of either becoming angry at the situation he was in or angry at the people that put him in it. Whichever one it was, he felt his face darken slightly because of it. "Well, maybe I should've joined then. At least, if it was as welcoming as you say. I mean, not to be rude, but these few need to be taken down from power or corrected. I'm curious as to how they even got into the positions in the first place." And then, when she next spoke, he was glad he read literature. Just because he couldn't make it didn't mean that he couldn't recite it. "Such are the vices of time, Fujihara-San. Despite what they would have wanted, they are gone. I don't think they can do anything from where they are." And that feeling of agitation grew, and he glared along side Ageha. Though, he wasn't nearly as mad as he could be, nor was his glare as intense.
When the time had finally come to try to defend himself, and he arose to do so, he was surprised to see that Ageha rose with him. Why, he did not know. But, it seemed as though the president didn't either, and such was shown in his inquiry. He nearly opened his mouth to speak, to tell him to close his trap. To say that it didn't matter if Ageha stood with him as he read. Though, he was interrupted by Ageha's speech.
The conversation that ensued was intense, and he could see it weighing down on Ageha. Still, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get a word in without interrupting anyone. So, he was content with saying only, "You will talk about this later with someone, though it will not be Ageha."
And then, he read his story that he did not write. And he was surprised that he actually could recall most of it from a glance. Still, it was riddled with mistakes, but he had written it to be read aloud, and those didn't matter. At least, not right now. And, as they rose to applaud, he could only think two things. One was that they did not want him to join the club. The other was that the original writer of the story should have been here to see what joy he'd created, whoever he may be. Unbeknownst to him, however, was that a certain brown haired individual, who was leaving for home at the time, was startled by a sudden erupting cheer as he passed by the library. Shrugging his shoulders a few moments later, he walked away.
He smiled at her when she said that they were back to the old days. It was the least he could try to do in exchange for her standing up for him. He though it was...sweet, in a way. At least, he knew how hard it must have been for her to do it, and he was thankful that she did. Though, as she said her final comment, his face drooped. This was exactly what he hoped hadn't happened. Still, he could onto pray that they didn't ask him to join. But, then again, those two officers would do something if he didn't act. So, finally deciding on something he knew was risky, he walked over to the president.
At least the president wouldn't be as disrespected because he was in the same grade. Why would he be disrespected? Why, because Akiyama walked over to him, and began glaring at him harshly. Very harshly. "You can't possibly know who you've made enemies with, fool. You knew my inabilities, and still you pursued your actions. I suggest you discontinue such, before you make a more mighty imbecile out of yourself." A whisper, so delicate and so harsh that none could hear. Or, at least, he hoped. It was only intended for his target, and so he said it with a broad, broken smile. He hoped it had its intended effect.
Not intended was the fact that he spoke like an anime protagonist when he said it. But, it was not a completely unwanted aspect, anyways.
He, finally, walked back to his seat and offered Ageha a more friendly smile. "Thanks for that, I really appreciate it."
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Post by Fujihara Ageha on Dec 24, 2014 21:03:17 GMT -6
For a brief moment, Ageha sympathetically put a hand on his shoulder before removing it quickly. She honestly couldn't completely understand the situation because this was something she had not faced before. Then again, she recalled a brief memory of the club trying to get the club secretary to advertise more to earn new members. Both presidents vetoed the decision. Although the petition won that battle, it did not win the war. However, now the green haired girl was able to see how much weight it held. "That seems to be for the best... Still, it was fun having you here. If this all cools down, maybe you can come again when the situation is much more pleasant, and then you won't be forced to write anything down." And hopefully, other people would be in place, preferably like the former heads of the Creative Writing club.
The two presidents had finally cooled down a bit, to much of Fujihara's pleasure. Even though they were well-behaved most of the time, it was apparent they really didn't like any of the jocks or sporty people in the school. Vaguely she remembered that they got pranked a lot when they were younger in middle school, but now the high school was populated with much nicer people. The delinquents weren't even that bad (all they did was miss class), and anyone who would dare to do more would get crushed by Sakagami Tomoyo, were too dumb to accomplish anything or both.
The entire conversation between Ageha and the two presidents made her feel like she was a fish out of water, much less even in character or in her own body. It was just too strange, but she followed her philosophies to a tee, and they certainly advocated for justice. Now this time, it was Akiyama's time to defend her. He left the two presidents speechless.
Left utterly stunned, all she could do was listen to his story before preparing herself. She then brainstormed the best plan possible without disgracing herself or anyone else any further. Regardless, what the first year did left her terrified. Today she was one of the nails that stuck out. How would she be hammered down? Simply too horrifying to imagine, Fujihara shook it out of her head and tried to keep it held high. She would have to find a way to mediate the situation, so it seemed.
However, that wasn't what she was good at either, so for now, Ageha kept hushed and tried to do something to uplift not only her already dampened mood but also Akiyama's after he had been humiliated so much. After all, she couldn't really help herself when it came to him. Everything that happened wasn't anything the older boy deserved, but if she pitied him, he wouldn't appreciate it. So she had done some public sleuthing, some that may very well get her in trouble. Somehow, the greenette had to find the bright side of this, but what exactly could she do? An idea had popped up in her head.
Suddenly, Sukoto began to talk to the presidents, though she supposed it was his decision to make. Since most of the trouble was her fault, this was not something she was overly worried about. In fact, despite him being too low and quiet to hear, Akiyama Sukoto looked very intimidating. She hated to admit it; he even scared her too. On the other hand, however, it would not prevent her from being on his side. There was no need to be in a corrupt club if she wanted to write. Maybe she could go freelance or solo. The idea somewhat entertained the darkest recesses of her mind while Fujihara primarily played spectator to Akiyama's speech. While unable to catch many words, she believed she got the gist of it. "It's not a problem... I hope we don't get into too much trouble, but I have to thank you too," she murmured out of concern for the two of them.
Nervously, the young girl fidgeted now that her adrenaline faded away. This really was a strange day, and she struggled to not pinch herself to see if it were a dream. "This meeting is adjourned, ladies and gentlemen," the president said coolly at the end, making her heart flutter furiously enough to make her fret that it would fly out of her bosom.
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Akiyama Sukoto
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A new solace dawns, harboring a possible false hope.
In-Character Posts: 22
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Post by Akiyama Sukoto on Jan 8, 2015 15:08:50 GMT -6
As was his nature, Akiyama slightly resented the slight seconds of contact. But, quickly enough, before it could be questioned, the hand was removed as delicately as it had been placed, so he made no notion of it ever happening, though it was hard. "Maybe...just maybe." Still he couldn't help but to feel slightly fearful of the outcome, should he do as suggested. He didn't have another trick such as that, and he didn't particularly like being humiliated. (Honestly, he would probably get misty-eyed, however sad the fact.)
He'd seen some of the delinquents of the middle school (Having unknowingly gone to the same one.), but a certain occurrence with them made them back off of him. Unfortunately, he didn't really care enough at the time to protect others, and he wasn't powerful enough to bare suspension. Here, though, when he might've cared enough to fight for others, there was Sakagami still, who'd probably pummel him for pummeling the ones doing the pummeling. Even though that would accomplish his wish, he'd either be attacked from behind (Not likely, wasn't her style.) attacked after he'd dealt with a number of them (No doubt, she had more stamina that him.) or attacked when he was unprepared (His excuse for being rusty.)
Akiyama was glad that he'd gotten out of the situation, but he also felt guilty because he hadn't used a story he'd actually made. If this was college, he'd get kicked out for plagiarism. Still, he'd have to come to terms with it, and there was nothing he could do about that.
After the the little spectacle with the president, Akiyama almost Immediately regretted it. Not because he was scared of the consequences, but that he'd not gotten his point across because he talked like an anime protagonist, and though it was intimidating, it had the slight potential to be humorous. But, soon enough, he let it go like all other things.
As he made his way back to Ageha, and she made out her sheepish sentence, he couldn't help but to smile, and this one was a smile that was still somewhat awkward because he didn't know how to properly smile yet, but it was still a smile nonetheless and it wasn't as nearly as awkward as his last. "Even if we do, I guess it was worth the trouble of coming here, at least. I got to hear an awesome collection of writings, so I'm glad. As long as you're content, I can say it was an hour well spent!" And then, at the president's announcement, he frowned again, began to walk towards him, looked back to Ageha and said, "Sorry, I have to take care of something if you don't mind. Feel free to wait up or something, but this is a priority."
And then, half of him too angry to stop walking and the other half of him too scared to stop, lest he not be able to continue, he marched off towards the president who was talking to the Vice President a good distance away from them.
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Post by Fujihara Ageha on Jan 13, 2015 22:00:20 GMT -6
For a moment, her spirits were uplifted graciously by her charge, and Ageha returned the smile with dignity. As imperfect as it was, the smile was just right and filled with proper emotion, enough to evoke a gentle nostalgia, even though its geniality wasn't enough to be fully effusive. Regardless, in good cheer, the first year did not notice this. "I'm very content, due to you. Thank you for coming and doing your best. We have a literary magazine that comes out the end of the year, if you're interested." After this horrendous experience, the green haired girl couldn't blame Sukoto if he never wanted to return ever again. It was a given that he liked literature and creative writing; otherwise, he wouldn't be here to begin with (even without the letter), and somehow she understood that the second year preferred to listen and read such things. Thus, perhaps an easily mailed literary magazine would be a better option than forcing him into joining a club that possibly traumatized him.
Giving Akiyama a nod in response to his request, the freshwoman quickly packed her bags and fled the classroom, but her short shadow was evident against the poster on the classroom, door letting him know she would patiently wait for him. It was up to her upperclassman, however to decide whether she was lucky or unlucky to miss the following event.
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For a brief moment, the vice president and president remained silent, sensing that their conversation had been abruptly interrupted. They boiled with silent anger, perhaps at the disrespect they could face and perhaps because they predicted exactly what they hadn't wanted to predict. Today they were going to institute new reforms so people would take the club seriously. They would show that predators could become their prey and receive firm justice. However, their plan was foiled by none other than one of their pawns, the dessert of this feast of new and exotic changes, with a lack of ingenuity as the cherry and whipped cream on top. Unfortunately, that timid and seemingly incompetent child they put in charge rose up to the occasion. The blond and the raven haired boys had hoped that she would restrain and hinder Akiyama rather than boost him up, even if what she did wouldn't have been possible if the audience's favor had been swayed the other way.
Now, they had other things to do than muse over the past, such as look towards the future and deal with the thorn in their side. The blond with fluid movements and sharp olive green eyes was the first to turn in order to face the jock, who nonetheless was in the same grade as him. His irises narrowed into slits, gleaming like a cat's.
Oddly enough, the older boy -- no, he was almost a man, and this CEO's son knew it -- bore a straight line for his thin lips, which soon curved up into an amused smile, observing Akiyama as if he was a slightly cute dog barking. Deep in thought, the president thought of how to toy with him. He'd have to settle with a curt start to the conversation the younger boy sought, however.
"Tell me!" His voice growled harshly and loudly, but then took a sharp decrescendo, becoming dangerously quiet and dulcet, in an erratic speaking pattern of someone almost as religious as a priest. "What do you want, Akiyama-san?" The poor second year was then addressed so calmly and almost benignly (almost because everyone knew better) that it unsettled even the vice president, who was so used to his colleague's mannerisms.
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Akiyama Sukoto
Inactive Character
A new solace dawns, harboring a possible false hope.
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Post by Akiyama Sukoto on Jan 14, 2015 14:31:31 GMT -6
Akiyama did little more than nod and say, "Maybe.", for the upcoming actions were already weighing heavily on his weak mind, however, the word was said with evident respect, an almost subconscious thing for him to do. And, as the absence of Fujihara was made true by the spawn of her darkness being cast into the room, and as Akiyama half-trudged half-marched to his classmate (And he was irked by that matter, for he would have to endure him for the rest of the year.) he put on a façade of nothing, which was never really a façade.
The two were angry.
The two were angry and Akiyama was torn and confused because part of him hated and feared that fact, and the other wanted to laugh. Should he have heard their thoughts, or their previous conversation however, both parts of him would want to fight, for both him and Ageha. He cared now, because he had met her, and already become somewhat a friend of her (Closer to an acquaintance.) and he did not like the slander of either of their characters.
When he arrived at their location, though, he still stood solemnly behind and waited for them to turn, for he still was a respectful being.
When the president turned, all of that train if though was disregarded, rather it was replaced by the same two trains of though as before. Hate and fear. He hadn't come to instigate a fight, but he would if need be.
At the c- man's words, Akiyama stood no falter. His mind was not the same. He tried to keep a cool mind, but the harshness of the words were of a shock to his child of a mind, and he was left with the same two raw emotions. That was to soon change.
Because he learned about happiness, he feels lonely for the first time. And because he knows unhappiness, he understands happiness for the first time. Either way, they still know, and they know how words can change such things. Do not be the same, Akiyama, I don't want the words to carry you away.
He didn't know where the words came from, but he didn't think them a memory, or maybe him did, but not exactly. If he were to try to explain it, he'd say they came from a memory of a memory, something from before what, he could not say, he did not know. Only that it came and went.
And he did not notice the ways of his thoughts, and what words he did think, only that he took the words' advice and stood strong. Stood heavily with a glare that was not fully intense, but was still enough to outweigh the one opposing it. For this was what he knew to do, for he had been trained to do so in his dreams, and that was the origin of the glare itself, he thought. "What do I want!? I would much more like to know what you want, as you've been far too imbecilic to tell me without aid. Do you think me a fool? I've seen your ways, and they are of no intellect. You, instead, are a fool for thinking them as humiliation is not a wise route. I will not stand for the way you act against me, or Ageha for that matter." And his voice was powerful and quiet, as a deadly whisper from cold eyes, and he spoke fluently and in words of poets, but beyond all that, his mind trembled, for he was afraid.
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Post by Fujihara Ageha on Jan 15, 2015 2:36:58 GMT -6
"I'll be waiting for you."
And then, Fujihara wished her charge good luck and bade him farewell until he finished wrapping up matters. She wasn't dumb and had a vague notion of what he was about to do, but not a full prediction. All she understood was that it had to do with the people in charge. For a while, she knew the two presidents were best friends and had gone through traumatic bullying experiences in junior high, which may have contributed to their mental health, but they had always worked hard and done their best passionately for the Creative Writing Club. As a result, the first year did not expect for them to go so far today, even though the blond and brunette were fed up plenty with the belittlement of their beloved student association.
Porcelain hands trembling, after a series of loud talking, Ageha began to panic, terrified that something may have gone wrong. Tightly she grasped onto the brass doorknob and opened the door slowly, to peek at the discussion from a small crack of the door. Hopefully, no one noticed, but she was dead set on looking out for Akiyama, just in case if he got in a pinch.
"Ha, ha, ha..." Laughter echoed throughout the whole room in response to Akiyama's diatribe against the president and his almost equally ranked companion, like a piano playing a quarter note higher than it ought have. "Amazing... It's absolutely amazing that you've managed to almost form a proper sentence; it's hard to see wherever your story came from!" he sneered, violet eyes blazing with whimsical amusement. "As for what we want -- we want your full attention first, so listen up, bro." On the word bro, his voice deepened severely and cut harshly like a kitchen knife against sandpaper. The next challenge would be find a way to sum up the answer, but he did have an answer, oh, indeed.
Were they angry?
No, these two were far from angry. In fact, the president, the older one, who liked like this was pretty amused. Akiyama dared to call them imbeciles? Didn't he know the two were simply toying with him? Well, they supposed that if he was insolent and unobservant enough to need a straight-out explanation, they might just well provide to him. The two, however, were evidently surprised by the cooperation between this brat and his charge, however. Such a shame they didn't keep quiet like good little children.
At first, they meant to approach him as tranquilly as possible; however, lingering thoughts of sadism and an unwillingness to let go of the past remained.
The only positive of the situation was that it merely drew out the truth, let the world know about what these people really thought and what they really knew. However, there was a cause for everything, no matter how terminally capricious.
"As you know, Akiyama-san, we planned this meeting to introduce our newest reforms to the club. Other than today, the Creative Club hasn't been making much progress. Simply, we wished to introduce our new reforms to both our club's population as well as students outside of the club." The blond's words were smoothly recited, perfect to a tee, seemingly planned but too well-executed to really pinpoint it down. His figure, while shorter than the other high schoolers', was quite imposing.
The president then calmly and confidently continued his colleague's words, not harsh nor saccharine -- just professional. That was what they were always, anyway. "We take pride in our work and our club and this is how we show it." This part was fully and utterly sincere that the raven haired eighteen year old felt it in his very bones.
"If you feel wronged by our actions, then so sorry, but it may not fall into our hands if you do not belong here to begin with. Secondly, if you feel that we have other incentives for inviting you to the renewal of our club, then we suggest you reconsider your further actions pertaining to this club." Meaning get out and spread the word that the club would be taken seriously, budget, activities and all. It was no joke. However, he also added that last sentence to make sure Akiyama understood that if he wanted more information about his circumstances, he would need to find it elsewhere since they would not give it to him now and perhaps not even ever.
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Akiyama Sukoto
Inactive Character
A new solace dawns, harboring a possible false hope.
In-Character Posts: 22
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Post by Akiyama Sukoto on Jan 15, 2015 14:36:55 GMT -6
Akiyama was no fool, that he knew very well, but the two opposing him as he stood strong seemed to think otherwise. That was fine, Akiyama didn't mind being viewed as such, but to the extent that they seemed to think, it was astonishing to say the least. Given, he was no genius either, like, say, the school renowned 'Kotomi Ichinose' but he was smart. Such was a natural product of literature, one that he had accepted graciously. But this, this he could use.
And it was at his final word that Akiyama said nothing, for the sudden spontaneous outburst frightened him, but he still did not waver. He wouldn't! Too much relied on him keeping his steely gaze, so it remained and only grew fiercer.
Soon after the fear began to fade, he felt something, but he did not know what. He was never good at emotions, for reasons unbeknownst to him. It took him a while to actually figure it out, but when he did, he realized something....
He was absolutely furious.
But this was a different kind of anger. It did not will him to lash out, or scream, only to keep a cool head. For this anger was frigid, and it did not think in the same ways as it brother did. Still, Akiyama listened quietly, analyzing. But his mind stumbled, for he was still wracked with fear. He still held it at bay, but he knew that his mind was already weak from bearing it.
At the other boy's words, he still kept his mindset, for he saw the attempt at diffusing the situation. Soon, he adapted to the speech, and his voice was calm, but it was wintry, and it matched its gaze in intensity. "I find that fact to be untrue. That is not even what I find problems with. You see, I highly value respect. But you two seem to have a lack of it. Your 'forms' have no pertinence to that fact, though I appreciate your attempt at diplomacy." Even though he knew it to be a trick. Soon, he turned to the other, nearly snarling at this point. "Take pride in what? Pride in fooling others into embarrassment. I do not take well to such, and neither does any sensible person in this world. To do so, you are not only a fatuous child, but a coward as well. I say this to be true, for I know it. Your actions are heavy with hate, wrongly associated with me. And. I will not go somewhere else, for I intend to settle my own disputes, and you with cooperate. Whether you like to or not, for I have no intentions of leaving without doing so." And he would not spread the word, for this conflict would be settled by the time he left. Whether it was by fists or the tongue depended on the actions that were to soon come.
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