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Post by Tatsuya Ryusaki on Mar 13, 2018 20:43:43 GMT -6
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[attr="class","mouths1"]”Nee, Tatsuya.” ”Eh~?” ”Nan jikan ga kakarimasu ka?” ”...Eeeeh… Maybe just a few hours? Give or take one?” ”Ehhh… Tashika desu ka?” ”Yeah, I’m sure- and I’ll call you up when we’re done here, just like I said I would~.” ”Mmn… Hai-hai. Ja, mata ato de.” ”Uh-huh~. See you, Dad~.”
With those words, a soft breath escaped into the air as a subtle ‘beep’ accompanied it; amber voids beheld of a particular, younger dragon lingering upon the screen of his phone as a call ended. He peered upon the glass secured upon its form for a short while more before gently reaching his thumb over its surface; hovering it upon a spot closer towards the center of the screen before tapping it twice in swift succession, causing the device itself to fall within inactivity. Its screen darkened as a result, and once the screen fell blank beneath the glass, Tatsuya Ryusaki spun the phone itself within his palm before catching it once more; tightening his grasp upon it before going on to slip it within the bounds of one of the pockets of his sweatpants. Soon after doing so, he lifted his arms over his head; twining his fingers together while extending them upwards within a relieving stress. A gentle sigh left his lips towards the end of the gesture, and after he brought his hands and arms back down and closer to his form, he took care to begin crossing them in front of his chest to stretch them further.
”Yo, Tatsu~.”
Upon hearing his name, the boy blinked before turning his head and peering over towards the person that had called it aloud; finding himself glancing over towards a girl no more than a year or two older than he was. Although he was still intent upon giving his limbs a stretch, he took care to flash her a reasonable smile while flicking his extended wrist and hand within a wave.
”Yoooo, Rachie,” he called back, nodding. ”You need anything?”
She shook her head, shrugging. ”Nah, not really. Just wanted to make sure you were good and ready~.”
”Pfft… You know I was one of the people in charge for organizing this thing this year. Why wouldn’t I be ready?” ”I dunno, man~... Some people say that, but when the time comes, they get scattered~.” ”Yeah, well, you can count on me not to do that~.” ”Good, then! ‘Cause I think I see some of the kids coming right now~.”
While ending that latter statement, the girl flashed him another smirk; patting his shoulder before nodding over towards the student entrance and walking off to join the other members of leadership and the like for sake of finalizing the details of the orientation that night. As she made her way off, Tatsuya himself peered over at the entryway; eyeing the newcomers as they gradually began to pool in over time.
...I’m all for this, but I lowkey hope there aren’t too many people. Woops.
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"But I don't wanna gooooo--"[break] "Stephanie, if I don't see you go, then you're going to be in big trouble missy."[break] "WELL WHAT IF I JUST SKIP LIKE I ALWAYS DO?"[break] "Then I'm taking away your hoodies." [break] "..." [break] "It's your choice, Stephanie."[break] "FIIIIINE! Meanie.."[break][break]
Stupid school. Stupid responsibilities. Stupid work. Beeeeh, she says. Stephanie found herself gazing out of the school bus as the other children around her were talking. Chatting amongst themselves while laughing at whatever stupid trend that was running around. You can practically hear the wannabe kids trying to act mature, like they want to impress some freshmen. She looks over to her left and there are already girls trying to make themselves look mature, hoping for some high school guy to hit on them. There are a few girls already fantasizing, about running into the "love of their lives" in school. Like.. Bumping into them and going "Kya!" and then the guy would go "Are you okay?" and then you have pink, sparkle bubbles. Everywhere. The thought alone makes the blonde female close to gagging, so much that she's turning the other way. For the time being, she's trying to ignore the other children. But when it's not the left of squealing and romanticizing girls, it's the right with the hormonic and perverted guys eyeing some high school girls the bus just happened to pass by. [break][break]
So between that and the fact that the teachers didn't do jack? She really, really didn't want to be here. Hell, she'd rather go to high school already just so she can get away from the majority of her classmates. The young girl gazes out the window in silence, holding her book bag on her lap while blankly staring at the passing roads, trees and surroundings. She pops in her ears buds to turn the music up, having snuck her MP3 player out and over to the bus without the teacher noticing. If she was found out, the odds are that it would be confiscated. But hell, was she going to spend the majority of her time listening to whatever the hell the other students were saying. Having to be exposed to it was going to lower her IQ. If they thought she was stupid now, well, there's your reason. How can anyone possibly expect you to be book smart when all you heard around you was gossip? Oh my god, this person did this. I heard this person kissed that. Oh, they hugged this. Or he likes her, she likes him. Oh my god, all the drama. [break][break]
Shut up. [break][break]
Shut up time and time again. She's had just about enough of middle school as you could so clearly tell. There's a reason why she's gotten so salty, and there's a reason why the majority of kids tend to stay away from the Pachirisu gijinka altogether. Being called mean and overreacting, when they were the ones who constantly badgered her? They were so, so stupid. Stupid, entitled little pricks. Why she oughta-- [break][break]
"Hey, Steph?"[break][break]
And from behind her, a voice suddenly called out before she feels a hand gently tapping her shoulder. It was so sudden that she nearly jumped where she sat. But never the less, Stephanie was able to pull an ear bud from her ear to glance back towards him. A young boy from her class who - incidentally - had a crush on her. How the hell did he develop one? God knows how. Why? Your guess was better than hers. But either way, the blonde female turns from her seat, casually looking her shoulder to find the dark-haired boy grinning her way. "... Wait what-- Oh. Hey, Keith." She gives him a lazy wave, and the two of them begin to have their own little chitchat. Even so, Steph seems.. Less than devoted in the conversation, unlike the other side. Don't get her wrong; he was a nice guy. Smart, fairly athletic and all that fun jazz. What she hated was how endearing he was. Being all kind and whatever to her, trying to look fake to impress her-- How superficial could you get? Not to mention that she's shot him down how many times over. Persistent, yeah, but he couldn't get the hint. [break][break]
They were thirteen for crying out loud. [break][break]
So throughout the conversation, Stephanie's getting glares thrown in her direction. Yeah, she's had people write nasty things in her journal. She's had people messing around, spreading rumours and teasing but it's nothing that she hasn't put a stop to in the past. Now, majority of her school mates were probably terrified of her. Even then, they couldn't deny that she was hella good at talking to people. Ah.. Well. Delinquent children will be delinquents, yeah? But thankfully, it wasn't long until the bus ride came to a stop. The children came out in an orderly fashion, one by one, and were split off into groups. Some would be going with the teachers, and a smaller group would be going with one of the freshmen. Well..Stephanie personally felt better going with the Freshman so.. When she was put into her group, she kind of slipped off and hid under the dark red hoodie. You know, like how you would when you want to hide from cameras in a store. Wanna steal something and all. [break][break]
But seriously though, she really didn't wanna hang around too many people her age. She could already feel the goosebumps from the anticipated cringe coming her way. Ugh. That being said, it doesn't take long for the young girl to follow the group with the Freshman, spotting a young, blonde boy where their leader person should be. She could already hear the female classmates looking over and lowkey squealing, which only made Stephanie gag more. Oh god. If that was what she had to put up with in high school, she'd rather not. But it was between this or having to make do with even more idiots doing... Whatever the hell they did. No, she'd rather stick with the lesser evil and let things sink in. So for the time being, it would be best to play that one quiet kid. You know, just walk around. Listen. All that fun jazz, yeah? Vivian did tell her to behave, after all. But part of her was actually contemplating on ditching. Probably like.. Later on, just so that Vi wouldn't be getting the phone call home again. There was just so much you can do to cheat the system. [break][break]
And with that, the girl begins to slowly approach the blonde male who was - supposed to be - their leader for the day. Hooray. Fun times. But there she found a few of the middle school girls from her class trying to talk to him, too. Probably just.. Trying to hit on him and all. Yeesh. How desperate could these girls get, right? And though it wasn't Stephanie's problem.. Well, their squealing and their poor attempts at trying to do subtle flirting was making her gag. Like, even she of all people could do better. Hell, VIVIAN COULD DO IT BETTER, and Vi didn't even talk to guys! Or smile! Biggest buzzkill in existence could flirt better than they could. With that, Stephanie casually narrows her eyes to the side, tugging onto her hoodie that tiniest bit before voicing her (very much needed) opinon on the matter. "See, you guys can go sl***ing on him whenever other time you want, but this is school. Jesus, you're more desperate than some of the b****es I see underground.". Okay no, she didn't actually say that. But hell, she wanted to just so she didn't have to listen to them constantly fawning over every other guy they cross paths with. [break][break]
"This is a school tour, not a flirting session. I think you already do enough of that in class." The young girl voices. There is a subtle glare amongst the other girls who are flirting, and the few girls who ignore her continue to badger the young man. Stephanie on the other hand impatiently crosses her arms, furrowing her brow as sparks begin to crackle from her tail. "... Honestly, people."
Post by Tatsuya Ryusaki on Mar 15, 2018 17:17:11 GMT -6
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[attr="class","mouths1"]Aaaaalrighty, then… Let’s see how many incoming hoes we got for the next year…
The thought crossed his mind with a faint trace of exasperation as he kept his focus upon the primary student entrance located further within the distance; amber voids of his glancing among the various figures and forms as his soon to be underclassmen took what was likely their first steps atop their future high school campus. He maintained a rather bright smile of anticipation upon his lips while looking each person over; taking note of the mannerisms that they exhibited throughout their entries, regardless of whether it concerned the way that they walked, or the way that they talked- or perhaps even the way that they dressed. ...Definitely and especially the way that they dressed, honestly. As far as the boys went, he caught wind of the common sights of other kids within his generation- or somewhat close ti it, at the very least. You had the guys in outfits that looked like they literally just threw on the first things that they found earlier that day; the very same ones that kept themselves closer to the outskirts of the incoming floods of students, and were either alone, or walking with other kids like them. Every so often, you’d have a girl or two that joined them; all acting the same ways, be it from their soft spoken speech patterns, to the way that they walked. Not very athletic looking. Introverted. In all honesty…? The type of kid that Tatsuya himself preferred to see, and the same types that he took care to interact with more often. Hell, he preferred talking to all of those quieter and nerdy kids than-...
...Than them.
The ones that often approached him from the get go. The ones that really had nothing going for them except for their looks, and maybe - just maybe - their knowledge on completely unneeded matters solely because of the fact that that was the sheer degree of how much of dropouts they were going to be in the future. So, in short? The douchebags and the hoebags. The douchebags that took one look at him and approached him with something like, “Yo, bro!” or even, “How’s it hangin’, man?” while giving him either a high five or a shoulder bump in greeting. The hoebags that came up to him with smiles and compliments, all with makeup aggressively slapped on their faces to hide the plastic beneath, and what? Those clothing choices that made them think that they were ‘showing off the goods’?
Point one: you’re probably prepubescent, so you probably don’t have any goods to begin with Point two: Kendra, you got a concave ass. Concave, for God’s sake. Go back to preschool and grow the Hell up before taking another swing at it, man, because goddammit. If you’re trying to show how THICC you are, you already failed the only thing you set off to do.
...If it wasn’t blatantly and painfully obvious by then, he pretty much hated the majority of other kids. Sure; he looked like one of them. Dressed like them. Acted like them to some extent. ...But he still hated them because - all in all - most of them were just so damn stupid in a multitude of different ways. For sake of keeping temporary face and first impressions, however, he always decided to bear with it for at least a little while. Just to get a feel for how they acted. How they talked; how they expressed themselves, because once in a blue moon, there were some people who looked like the lot of them, but actually, genuinely had good intentions, as well as a good head on their shoulders. That was exactly why he gave everyone at least one chance. Talked to them at least once. Listened. Observed.
And just like how it was within those moments, he often found himself quickly regretting giving them all a chance.
Take his first interactions with a few of the girls, for example. He smiled at them. Smiled, Talked. He stayed kind and social, but not too long into the conversation that he had with them, he already knew everything that he needed to know. He already knew enough to decide to call them out when they least expected it. So he just stood there. Calmly responding in what was seemingly good mannerisms and fun humor, as if he was another douche just like the rest of them.
...And while maintaining that kind smile, he eventually shrugged within a bout of silence.
He had it. He had all of it ready. Ready to proclaim the rest of them as the fake little dolls that they were- but before he could, he heard another voice closer towards the back of the group. Amidst the turned heads, he peered among the crowd of other students and towards the hooded one afar; auburn eyes widened slightly in surprise as he let her remark sink in. It stewed within his mind for a few moments.
Rather than disagreeing with her in offense, he actually smiled a bit wider while laughing and tilting his head. ...Much to the shock, horror, and disgust of those other girls, of course.
”...You took the words right outta my mouth, man,” he laughed, grinning while raising an eyebrow at her. ”I mean...I appreciate all the interest and stuff. But what I’m not interested in is hooking up with a thottie or two, sooo...yeah~.”
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Look, there was a reason why she preferred wearing her hoodies and baggy clothing. Frankly, she couldn't give a flying damn about how she looked to other people, because in the end, all that mattered was that a) she was comfortable and b) other people felt like they didn't walk into a stripper club the moment she went in. What she doesn't get - what she'll never get - is how some girl who doesn't even have teen in the later part of her name can walk around in skimpy clothing that showed way too much skin. More skin than the school dress code should allow. But hey, what teachers actually paid attention to the crap they pulled? What teacher actually stepped in and went "call your parents, because you need a change of decent clothing" and actually went through with it? Hell, she knew some perverted as fluff teachers who actually enjoyed looking at the bodies of young girls or boys. Talk about gross? Way gross. There was a reason why Stephanie stayed away from the people from her school and the majority of her classmates, if not trying to avoid talking too much to the teachers. Because.. What? Middle School. That one time where teachers think you're still kids and too young to actually have a conversation with, babying you and cooing over and when you tick them off they scold you like they would scold their toddler? [break][break]
Screw them, the young girl thinks to herself with a scowl. The thought of it makes the sparks crackle off the tips of her tail, all while her burning, orange gaze seemed to pierce straight through the troublesome group before her. Now, to them, she was a misfit. She was one of those people who didn't fit in with any group, she was one of those people who refused to conform under any circumstance, and she was the type to completely rebel against what they would call social norms. A deviant, they labelled her. One that they have tried to pull down, one that they have tried to both and irritate. But by the end of it, someone was sent home for crying too hard and she was pit into trouble by the teachers. Suspended? That's not something she's had to deal with before, and it was something she welcomed. Not because she hated learning or doing anything in general, but because any time away from those thots means more time in uncontaminated air to breathe. Now, that, that was always welcome. [break][break]
Speaking of something that was always welcome, it seemed like the blonde over there seemed to agree with her earlier remark, backing her words up with a smile. Kind smile, humorous tone. Cheerful demeanour altogether, but that doesn't change the context and intentions of his remark. Much to the absolute horror to some of the girls, of course. Frankly, it was clear to Stephanie that they thought something from Twilight was going to happen. Approach, smile, flirt, maybe try acting shy while so obviously trying to grab his attention. She could feel the cringe and she could feel the flirting. Yeah, sure. Okay. Steph did flirt now and then. Sure, she did smile. Sure, she did humour people. Sure, she did act like the damned people from school for the sole reason of not wanting to be called "weird" for not fitting in with the norms. Stupid, as seen by adults, but still nevertheless the norm by the society. How stupid was that? But when there's someone who shows some sign of not being one of the majority? It was like a breathe of fresh air amidst a polluted land dump. The corners of the girl's lips curl into a smile at his latter words, just taking in both the shocked and offended expressions of those other girls. [break][break]
"Glad to see someone actually does have a good head on his shoulders~" And see, the irony here? Stephanie hated kids her age, and that's why she didn't talk as much as she usually would around adults. Adults were easier to talk to, they didn't fall to the majority of childish trends, what with a kid thinking they're gonna be the most popular and amazing in their class for the rest of their lives, just for having some new outfit? Or beating the level in a game? What? They thought it'd make them popular? Yeah, she thought not, love. This is why she doesn't understand the concept of popularity in high school, and why the kids played it up so much. From what she heard about high school, it was hell. From Vivian, that is. She heard that it was horrible, the worst experience of her life because people thought that they were in the damned authority to do or say something. Just because more people liked them, and just because they apparently had more positive attention. [break][break]
You're using attention and people as a currency at that point. [break][break]
But hey, douches will be jerks, hoes will be sluts. Much to Stephanie's chagrin, however, she hears the sudden rebuttal from one of the other girls, glaring over at the young girl for initiating an insult to come their way. Oh, what? So it was her fault that they lost their chance at a high school guy? But nevertheless, she casually adjusts the earbuds that was slung to hang around her neck and shoulders while pulling off that one bud that stayed secured in her ears. Why was she listening to music? In hopes to filter out whatever trash may be coming out of their mouth. But lo and behold, she's met with trash coming straight out of the girl's mouth. "We weren't talking to you, Stephanie." One of them groans, rolling her eyes while another gently pulls at the young boy's shirt. "Hah, that's mean~.. Just ignore Stephanie. She's a really dangerous and weird, so no one-- ... YeeeeEEEEEEEEK!"[break][break]
As one of the girls were tugging at the boy, her body suddenly froze up and began to shudder. Stephanie took it upon herself to casually slip her way through the people and grab the girl who was apparently still being a stubborn little beach. A stubborn beach who, eventually, had her tied up hair standing on end from static electricity. The sparks continued to crackle between the cyan ears on top of her head, all as her tail casually sways behind her to fend back the other girls who immediately backed off. As for the girl who was shocked? She was raising her hand to touch her hair, now in horror and agitation alike. "Stephanie, what the fu--"[break][break]
"I told you. This is a school tour. If you have time to be a thot and slut around, then maybe you can use that time to fix your precious hair. Maybe you'll actually learn something." And with that, the girl's orange eyes glared towards the fellow classmate. Though a pachirisu, the stubborn one grumbled before taking a number of steps back into the crowd, back into the arms of her apparent "posse" who all took care to glare daggers at the laid back female. Did Stephanie care? Nope. If anything, the girl casually glanced up at the male who had to witness that whole.. Fiasco. "... Sooo.. Yeah. Those are my classmates. Kill me, but those are my classmates. Sorry about that~" You can go back to the tour now. You know, the tour that she was pretty much forced to go to. But hey, on the bright side, she was having a little bit of fun in spite of her initial irritation.