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| Tarou Shintato | Aug 23 2009, 02:35 AM Post #1 |
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Rou had more energy than he knew what to do with most of the time, which made it fortunate that he was in the US. In his home country he was considered on the fringe of society for the fact that he was far too energetic. They were a people of patience and conformity as well as constraint and stoicism. He was boisterous and friendly, loud and outgoing. He came from a long running family of mages. As a child in Japan he had been normal amid his family, who embraced the fact that they were of magical origin. However, they came off odd to the rest of the world that they lived in. Though it was never that the Shintatos were seen as rude or lacking in hospitality, they were simply given a large berth for their 'odd manner'. Within the family, for the most part, they didn't notice the way they were seen by others. Rou especially didn't see the stigma he and his family had, particularly with the way he seemed to mostly fit in among his fellow students at Eastern. He had climbed up onto the chair and was busy poking around along the faceted stone wall. "Oiy!" He bellowed with a rather wicked little cackle as the chair under him wobbled and he lashed out trying to stable himself rather than looking for something that was seemingly not along the nondescript wall. He had to let the laugh follow the whole way through before he leaned up again and began running his hand along the wall once more. No sooner had he stood back up and ran his fingers over the dimpled stone surface and the chair's unbalanced nature (for it had one shorter leg) gave out and it pitched off to the side kicking him off like a bucking bronco. Rou slammed hard against the floor, unable to catch himself as he did so. He felt his cheeks heat and a small patch of hair on his head turned from it's customary blonde to crimson for a matter of seconds as he pulled himself up on all fours. The second he was stabled on the ground a laugh erupted from him again, in the same full and entertained manner. As he laughed the patch of hair faded back to yellowish blonde and he flopped, amused, over onto his backside looking up to the arbitrary spot he was trying to investigate some ten feet up the wall; laughing the whole while. |
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| Drury Harris | Aug 23 2009, 06:01 PM Post #2 |
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Every eye seemed to zoom on her as Drury walked into the room, her own focusing in more on the notebook in front of her. They seemed to follow her wherever she went, all waiting for something from her. All waiting for the one thing that they could hold over her head, to look down on her and say to her grandmother, "You can't even guide your own flesh and blood. Why trust you with our children?" They watched her in class, they watched her in the halls. They watched her in every moment until she could escape into her dormroom, and every second was chronicled in her notebooks, filling them all quickly with her brooding poetry.
At least that was what she felt. In truth, the chances of her even being noticed as she walked into the area were slim. There was no point in hiding, of covering her face with her hoodie. Her grandmother had made a point with Drury and her older sister to keep the connection between them quiet. Not out of shame but concern, worried that it might put a stigma on the girl. It also kept down the whispers of nepitism. Mostly, though, Eastern was a large school, one where it was difficult, if not impossible, for one student to stand out for any reason. But still Drury put the weight on her shoulders, scared to fail one test or break one rule or draw any attention to her at all. It was best to move under the radar if she could swing it. It was something she had become quite good at it over the years. Her eyes glanced over the area, falling on the boy as he tried to balance himself on the chair. There was a shake of her head and she turned away, content to walk on through. Drury's pen was barely on paper again, though, before she heard the crash, a startled, "Holy..." coming from her mouth as she spun, spying the boy now sprawled out on the floor. Not his smartest move. It was the next part, though, that had her stopping completely. After all, people falling and making asses out of themselves was pretty commonplace. People starting to laugh hysterically at it after the fact... not so much. Drury only watched for a moment, her pen bouncing against the paper in her hand. She couldn't hold her mouth shut for long, though, her eyes travelling up the wall and back down again as she asked, "Okay, odd question but... what the hell is so important up there?" |
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| Tarou Shintato | Aug 24 2009, 11:16 PM Post #3 |
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Rou was embarrassed of little. In fact he found his misfortune, as well as others, humorous. The one thing that did catch him sometimes and throw him into a self conscious slum was the yellow swatch of hair across his head which did its own thing no matter how he fought it. However, he typically forgot about that too as he couldn’t see it all the time. It was only when a bit of blonde would pass through his periphery that he’d pinch his face up and consider a way to control those golden hairs. “No, no – it’s not odd. Shhhhh!” He scrambled over to Drury and clapped a hand light over her mouth as he pulled his head down on his shoulders and glanced around to make sure they weren’t overheard. He looked back at her and nodded before pointing back up to the row of stone’s he’d been messing with. “This.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small folded up piece of parchment that appeared to be older than time itself. He was on a mission and supposedly meant to keep this task a secret and all for himself, though he’d already told Takka, Takka’s brother Shiro and his sister all about what he’d found. The fact that he had no reservation about going on and telling a complete stranger, save the fact that he was well aware of who Drury was – as they were in Basic Alchemy together and she had sat next to him at lunch several times in sixth grade as beside the point – they didn’t know each other, was moot. He was eager to tell anyone who would listen. He didn’t wait for her to ask anything further before he opened the paper himself and pointed at the smooth cursive. “There’s a secret passage…here.” He pointed up at the blocks. “Somewhere…here.” He added again. “I’m going to find it.” He told her determinedly. The fact that the paper said ‘danger’ and a slew of other words that would give indication that it shouldn’t be messed with appeared to be of no concern to Rou. He arched a narrow eyebrow at her. “There’s a map too. But Takka has the map – I just have the directions which I think I’ve finally deciphered. That means…this is the spot where I’ll find the hidden passage.” He went on. “I think it’ll be a door.” |
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| Drury Harris | Aug 25 2009, 01:17 AM Post #4 |
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There were certain people that Drury tried to avoid, for better or worse. Those that separated themself from the crowd, they were everything she strived not to be but wanted to be more than anything. Those brave enough to stand on their own, not caring who was watching or what might be said. Who could look a fool and laugh as had just happened. Rou was one of those people, him and his friends. Unafraid to show who they were. At this point, Drury wasn't even sure who she was, no matter how she denied that very fact. She stood firm to the description of the perfectionist, little time for other people, when in truth was she had to work her fingers off to keep up with the other leaders in her focus and was just slightly terrified of people... or, to be specific, scared of what they might think of her. The very fact that he was just inviting her into whatever he was doing when she would have just scoffed and tried to ignore him was a statement to how different they had to be... Drury would place money on Rou being the bastard child of a fae if asked while she would stifle the fae out of anyone just by her presence. "I... I can't read that..." She shook her head, shrugged her shoulders, trying to decipher the faded writing. Shouldn't that be in a museum somewhere? Put up in the school where it wouldn't be crumbled into dust by people's curious fingers? Apparently no one around here put much stock in preserving history... still after a few moments, her eyes began to pick out a few letters and then words and then she could struggle through the sentences and riddles that were written down. "Here? Are you sure?" She questioned automatically, certain he had to be missing something. Something she would just have to find. "I can't imagine them putting something that requires warning of possible death," She picked the last words off the paper, "Inside the school. You'd have to be at least halfway retarded... though so would anyone going out of their way to try and find it for that matter... maybe its a smart way to get rid of the duller bulbs." Looking from the paper back up to the wall, she pointed off farther down the wall, "Plus, you're looking in the wrong spot I bet. The light shines on those that enter... that is obviously referencing the candlelabra." |
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| Masaru Takka | Aug 25 2009, 02:00 AM Post #5 |
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“TA-ROU!” Takka called out in a chant, a grin spread out wide on his face as he was rounding the corner. He had only gotten out of class a few moments before, a ways down but there was no mistakening his best friend’s laugh and he had immediately moved in the general direction of the echoing giggles. He had pulled his school bag up over his head so that it rested across his chest. Rou was his best friend—there was no doubt about it. The only person that managed to hold a candle next to Rou was his little brother and that was simply because he knew him better than he knew himself. Takka liked to smile and laugh and find the good in things because the only alternative was the bad and he didn’t like the idea on lingering on all of that. The moment he did, he was flooded with the copious amount of guilt he felt for being there at all, for disappointing his parents and therefore disappointing Shiro too. Even if his ltitle brother didn’t seem to notice any disappointment or reason to resent Takka, Takka certainly did. Their parents weren’t at all receptive to his fae ways, in their mundane nature, and for that Takka blamed himself because he couldn’t figure out a way to make them happy on Shiro’s behalf either. But having a friend like Rou certainly distracted from that and being thousands of miles away from Japan’s countryside made it a million times easier to forget his woes and simply smile and laugh with the rest of them. He was chattering away in Japanese as he spoke, completely unaware that Drury was there or that she had been talking the moment before. “We have to find Shiro—preferably without his shadow, that lanky thing of a fae so that we can plot against said faerie. I learned this trick today that I bet, if we worked together, we could get Nori close enough to fire to singe off eyebrows this time. Maybe a chunk of hair too—what do you think?” He had said in a his native tongue, his entire focus on Rou as he approached them. It was as his feet stopped and he glanced over towards Drury that he gave her any consideration and the grin on his face lit up. “Hello!” He said swiftly, his accent clear as the words on his lips seemed foreign to him, even if he knew their meaning. English was his second language and though he had spent quite a bit of time speaking in the United States, he still pronounced his words with a slight slur to certain letters and he skipped over others all together. “Do you like fire? I am fan, you know. Of all things bright and hot—er…” He laughed and reached out, pushing Rou’s shoulder as he anticipated his friend’s sort of echoing cackle to follow. “Red hot, in fact—though blue fire is just as good. Hey—“ he paused for a second, his eyes trailing down to the paper in Rou’s hand. He knew Drury in passing, as he was a year ahead of her and therefore he wasn’t often paired together with her in classes as fourth years usually were with fifth. But he knew her face, not her name, after seeing her enough times in the hall when he gave any consideration to the people around him. But where Rou knew little of her, Takka knew less. That didn’t matter—at least not until he saw the paper. “Hey! What is this?” He asked quickly, jump in between the two of them. He was short—much shorter than the other Western kids his age simply because it was a product of his race. Therefore he barely stood at the same height as Rou and Drury combined. That didn’t matter—he was certain he could take them both on if need be. “You showed her? It was supposed to a secret, Rou—a secret. What will we do now? Koko isn’t going to be happy with this and Shiro…Shiro will like her, that doesn’t count.” He grinned a little bit before he let his eyes wander suspiciously over and up at Drury. “We might have to snuff her—you know? Put her down with the fishes—six feet under. You going to tell anyone?” He asked seriously, eyebrows raised. “Because I’ll have you know we’re pretty threatening if we want to be…right Rou? You have to promise not to go on telling everyone if you want in on the secret part.” Takka said; he hadn’t been aware at all that Drury had, moments before, shed some light on the directions that Rou had been reading over for the entirety of the week. He simply knew she was a stranger and therefore their secret was in jeopardy because he had yet to be given reason to trust her with it. |
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| Nashiyo Hayaki | Aug 25 2009, 12:06 PM Post #6 |
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Nash had been hidden behind a book when Drury had entered. It was only after hearing her voice that she took notice. She lowered the book so her eyes were showing and followed the girl's progress. She sat silently as she watched the interaction, not really able to hear what was going on. She was tempted to join them but when there were groups of older students she tended to get too nervous to talk. So, rising from her chair and putting her book until her armpit, Nash crept over to the nearest chair to the group. She sat behind it, ease dropping on what they were talking about. She wished she could cloak herself. If she was invisible she wouldn't have to be crouching down on the ground, legs starting to cramp. She heard Takka's voice and peered around the side of the chair. She grew more and more interested and less and less inclined to speak to any of them. Sadly, her focus didn't exactly breed many social interactions. She was mostly tide to her own group of peers as well. Nash leaned a little too far forward and her book fell from under her arm and bounced on the ground toward the group of students she'd been ease dropping on. She panicked and made a grab for the book and falling forward. "Oh, um... hi." She said as casually as she could while reaching out for her book. She plucked it up and gave a half smile to the group of them, her ears growing warm. "Silly thing seems to have a mind of it's own." She added lamely in an attempt to cover up the fact that she had been listening in on their conversation without them knowing. |
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