Just one more minute. ((Akemi))
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Post by Yakaze Sasa on Feb 10, 2016 11:50:35 GMT -6
A loud sigh could be heard in the almost empty cafeteria, followed by a screeching sound. Sasa sat down on the chair he had just pulled out, proceeding to lay his head down on the table. There wasn't much noise from other students in here though, as the school day was finished for most students, and even if they decided to hang out, not many would go to the school cafeteria for it. the only thing that kept breaking the silence was the raindrops hitting the window next to him.
Sasa had decided to go to the cafeteria to just rest and perhaps eat something. He had figured that it would be quite calm here at this time, which meant that he'd probably be left alone. Not that he was disturbed a lot at other places anyway, most people would just not be interested in talking to him, with all rights given to feel that way also as he was not the most chatty guy in the school and were usually sitting alone and not looking for any sort of friends or company. Some people would define him as an outside, some people were talking about him and how he got weird after his grandpas death. Perhaps it was a little bit of both.
After a little while, he decided to take out an apple he had with him, from his backpack, which just blankly looked at for a bit, admiring the beauty of something so simple. The colors blended it nicely in the reflection of the window, which made it look almost artistic. He took a bite from it, but then placed it on the table in front of him, resting his head on the table once again.
"Just gonna be here for 5 more minutes" he thought to himself as he struggled to not fall asleep. But as many people know, once you've put your head to rest, and lay there with your eyes closed, you're most likely going to fall asleep. And in this case with Sasa, it was very true.
Not even a minute after he thought that to himself, he had fallen asleep and entered the land of dreams.
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Post by Sugase Akemi on Mar 2, 2016 18:57:27 GMT -6
Click... click...
The quiet, consistent sound trailed down the emptying hallway, accompanied by light footsteps. Sugase Akemi seemed to float as she walked, but the effect was less graceful or angelic and more unsettlingly unnatural. Her fingers absently fiddled with the glittery blue hairclip in her hands, snapping it back and forth with a constant click, click, click as she proceeded down the path with an unfocused gaze.
Akemi had been subtle at first-- her flirtation with rule-breaking began that morning with a single sparkling hairclip pinning back a few stray red strands. By the end of the school day, though, the whole thing had snowballed as she added a new clip at least every hour, testing the limits until her bangs had been covered in an array of ornaments that faculty could no longer turn a blind eye to. Perhaps it was petty and passive aggressively defiant, but it had been an amusing experiment nonetheless... And she had gained valuable information; Two clips was likely the most she could get away with without drawing attention. Three would raise eyebrows. Five or more would guarantee teacher intervention.
What had that teacher told her a few minutes ago? She was... setting a bad example? Starting her third year on a bad foot? As a senior, she should know better? Likely something along those lines. In truth, she had mentally phased out of the conversation shortly after the older woman had begun to lecture her on her attire. She already knew what she would say, and it wasn't conversation she was particularly interested in, so there was no point in listening. With blank expression, she had nodded at the authoritative words, eyes downcast in a false show of obedience though her mind had floated elsewhere.
She quietly chuckled to herself, turning the information over in her mind. What else could she try now? Sock patterns? Would that be too conspicuous? Or maybe... Ah, where was she going?
The redhead paused, blue eyes refocusing to take in her current location. After removing all of her hairclips at the teacher's request, she had wandered down the stairs and hallways in an aimless sulk that had led her to the cafeteria's doors. She stared at the entrance for a moment, uncertain of what to do with herself, before finally resolving to walk in anyway. There was a small amount of time before her cram school started, and to spend that time in a place she didn't usually could prove... interesting.
It took only a second for Akemi to confirm this thought. As she walked through the doors, a flash of white, tousled hair caught her eye near the windows. What appeared to be a male student sat at a table, head resting on the surface in front of him. The girl cocked her head curiously at the sight, approaching with calm but careful steps. Was he... sleeping? How funny. A faint smile played across her lips as she continued to draw near, examining the student with a thorough gaze. He didn't look familiar. He probably wasn't a third year then. She had already come up with stories for most of them. This boy though... What was the story here?
Reaching the table, she paused to stare at him one more time before bending lower, head tilted sideways to get a better look at him. Certainly not familiar, certainly not a third year. In that case, his tale required writing. She surveyed the area for inspiration, eyes finally falling on the lone apple beside the boy's head...
"Oh... Snow White."
Yes, it was clear now... The name Snow White referred not to a girl with pale skin, but to a high school boy with hair as white as snow. Alas, the poisoned apple had claimed him where he sat... A tragic fate. What evil queen had he been fooled by? One of the teachers? Another student?
The girl giggled, amused by her own absurd explanation for the scene before her. In fairytales, the princess was awoken by a kiss, but that hardly seemed appropriate in the current situation. What then? Something magical... Something powerful...
Click...
Ah... Yes, a magical artifact would do nicely...
With gentle, delicate movements, Akemi reached forward, glittering blue hairclip in hand, and snapped the accessory onto a tuft of snowy white hair. Lovely.
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Post by Yakaze Sasa on Mar 3, 2016 10:57:08 GMT -6
Click...
Sasa had just been sleeping for a bit, not long at all until his rest were disturbed by something, but what was it that disturbed him? He had fallen in the state of where you are still dreaming, but you're sort of awake at the same time. The sound that he heard echoed through his mind.
Click...
Suddenly he realized that something was attached to his hair, and he quickly lifted his head up from the table in a quick and sudden movement, gently touching the place in his hair where he had felt something strange. Without even noticing the girl at first, he managed to remove the hairclip without any problems. Now the whole mystery of the noise started to make sense. But where did this come from? He surely hadn't put it there himself, so someone else had to do it.
Just as this realization that someone had attached an hairclip to his hair, he noticed the girl standing close to him, and it seemed like she had been either observing him laying there, or she were simply the one to attach the hairclip. He expected the latter. Who was she? He searched deep down in his memories to see if he could remember this girl from somewhere, but with no luck.
Now, to the next problem. He sat there watching the girl, somewhat clueless with how he should tackle this. "Should I say something?" he asked himself as the silence were hanging over them both as a dark cloud.
He gently reached his hand out to the girl, with the hairclip laying in his hand.
"I assume this is yours?" He asked with a somewhat questioning look, and you could clearly tell that he was confused and somewhat uncomfortable.
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Post by Sugase Akemi on Mar 16, 2016 18:03:24 GMT -6
The limp form stirred then jolted, white hair flying as the boy's head shot up from the table. Akemi froze where she stood, hands still slightly raised and eyes fixed on the curiosity before her. Had the charm worked then? Was the curse so weak that a simple trinket could lift it so quickly and without struggle?
Little Snow White seemed to be in a daze, or at least, that was how he seemed to the redhead as he reached for the adornment atop his head, apparently unaware of the third year who observed near his side. Silently she watched as he removed the clip and glanced at it with puzzlement, only to turn his face and be met with her unwavering blue eyes.
Silence. Akemi stared blankly as the pause between them grew heavier, hands still hovering inches from his head. What emotions were passing through his expression at that moment? Uncertainty? Confusion? Most likely. Her focused gaze took in these details, slowly piecing together a rough portrait of the stranger she found herself locked in a silent staring contest with. Who would break the tension first? Perhaps it would be more interesting to simply stare until he felt forced to speak...
"I assume this is yours?"
Ah. That didn't take long.
Her empty expression melted into a soft smile, and she lowered a raised hand to pick up the clip with delicate movements, as if she were lifting a flower petal. She nodded at the boy's question, but turned her attention to the glittery blue clip, turning it in her fingers for a moment before pocketing it. It was cute. One of her staple accessories. And now it was a charmed piece capable of combatting dark magic. She giggled quietly to herself, covering her mouth with one hand, then looked back at the boy.
"Thank you," she began, her voice quiet but clear. "Though I hope in future you'll be more... cautious of sleeping enchantments." With that, she smiled, her countenance warm and yet distant; a mysterious presence that somehow expressed both harmlessness and refusal to play by the rules of typical human interaction.
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Post by Yakaze Sasa on Apr 26, 2016 15:59:29 GMT -6
He tilted his head slightly as the girl started to speak about something... most utterly weird and indeed confusing. Usually when weird or uncomfortable situation appears, thought tends to rush through peoples mind to figure out what's actually going on. In this case, it was the opposite. His head were empty of thought, the situation had "weirded" him out to the point of where he was just an empty confusing shell of a life form, staring at the innocent but yet mysterious girl in front of him.
After a while of him sitting there, starring at the girl like he had seen a ghost, he finally took a deep breath and slowly forced himself out of the trance alike state he had currently been in. "Am i still sleeping?" he thought to himself, but he quickly reassured that he was in fact awake by giving himself a light pinch to the arm. Who... Who is this girl?
After some more thinking, he came up with a conclusion, that it had to be somewhat of a joke. Not that it were any funny, but its the only reasonable thing to be true, since well.. magic is not a real thing. He gave out a slight sigh as he looked away from the girl.
with a rather displeased and almost annoyed tone "You got me, good job. Hilarious prank". You could clearly hear the sarcasm in the comment he had just made. He wanted to make sure that he let her know of his displeasure in such acts. Trying to make fun of him by doing that.
He felt assured that she would know leave him, she could clearly tell that he didn't like the joke. right?
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Post by Sugase Akemi on May 10, 2016 20:43:45 GMT -6
Blue eyes watched attentively as the boy simply stared blankly, apparently unable to form a response to the girl's remark, before inhaling deeply and proceeding to pinch himself. Had he genuinely thought he might still be asleep? A barely audible snort of amusement escaped the girl. To evoke such a response, Akemi knew, she must have been a true oddity.
The boy's countenance, however, quickly shifted from one of confusion to annoyance. Averting her gaze, he sighed and dismissed her, voice heavy with discontent.
"You got me, good job. Hilarious prank."
Oh? A prank? Was that what this would be called? The redhead brought a hand to her cheek and tilted her head, turning the thought over. No...
"No..." she spoke, her thoughts slipping from her mouth. "Not so much a prank but rather... playful suspension of disbelief." She glanced back down at the boy, an ambiguous smile still gracing her features. A prank, after all, was a joke done with mischievous intent. This wasn't a joke, but a way of making life more... interesting.
"Do be careful though," she added softly, gaze wandering toward the stranger's backpack. "Enchantment or no, some villain would still be capable of snatching up your belongings, hm?"
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Post by Yakaze Sasa on May 26, 2016 17:25:24 GMT -6
He looked at her again, while once again letting out a sigh. He suddenly stood back up and looked back towards the girl, seconds later, he would take a step towards the girl, closing the already small distance between them. His annoyance had started to evolve into something else, he was getting angry. Perhaps it was the lack of understanding that made him react this way, or simply just the fact that he was tired and she had came and make such weird comments, but no matter what the reasoning for it might be, he still felt an anger inside of him.
"The one you're referring to, whom i should be careful for, is yourself. Who are you, and what do you actually want from me?"
He stared into her eyes, as he were awaiting a response from her. Without realizing, he had raised his voice slightly, enough to make the people around to gain notice of them. Not that he cared though, he knew that people were always trying to get involved in things that weren't their business. Without flinching, he kept looking straight at her.
For a moment he almost felt bad, he did sort off did treat her quite bad, but she deserved it... right? She were the one coming up to him acting this, trying to intentionally make him feel uncomfortable.
"Maybe i am in the wrong...."
He started to feel anxious about how he had acted towards the girl, this was not who he were and defiantly not how he wanted to see himself. He quickly took a step back and sat himself down again, putting his hands against his face.
"I'm sorry." he said, with a low voice.
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