[i]It's all been a little quaint so far, hasn't it? These aren't delinquents, these are a bunch of silly little girls making trouble for the grown ups, practical jokes and toilet humour, right?

Time to change that~[/i]
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[b][u]Local Suburbs, 07:53[/u][/b]
It had been an hour since the disturbance had been reported, and finally the handful of officers who were available at that time had converged on the site. It was about ten to eight in the morning, and a bunch of locals from the surrounding houses were hanging about the scene of the crime even as the police tried their best to wave them away.

The scene was bizarre, to say the least; supposedly there had been a robbery at the small convenience store, but a search through the interior showed very little sign of that. Nothing had been overturned in a struggle, and after checking through the store's schedule, it seemed all the shelves were still fully stocked from the previous night with nothing missing. 

The only obvious sign of a disturbance was that the door to the stock room was open; and it was there that the first unusual thing emerged. 

The metal door that connected the stock room to the alleyway outside- the massive door that would open to let the delivery man carry stock boxes through- had been completely destroyed. Twisted up with extreme force and torn straight from the frame, and thrown into the alleyway like any other lump of trash.

Of course, that paled in comparison to the second unusual thing.

"Help meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-" The man just about screamed- he was presumably the store's manager, though that was hard to make out with how fast he was spinning in place. It made the officers feel dizzy, god knew how the poor bastard himself felt. 

"Can someone stop him?!" The most senior officer on the scene yelled at the two other officers with him, clearly tired after being dragged out from the station. After a moment, one of them stepped forwards with a face that was slowly turning green, and reached out an arm to try and stop the man from spinning-

[i]Only to be thrown straight into a shelf by the force of the speed that the man was spinning at.[/i]

"God damn it!" The officer snapped, fuming incoherently as the shelf fell backwards and sent boxes flying everywhere.

Hearing the sound of the crash, the two officers that had remained outside to shoo away locals came running down through the alleyway. And as they did, the third officer in the stock room wondered to himself- 'The hell kind of monster could have done this?'
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[u][b]Middle School Campus, 08:00[/b][/u]

When Kiyoko arrived at the school gates, it was already half an hour early for even that poxy little assembly that the Student Pres was holding for the [i]'ickle firsties'[/i]. Whatever teachers either cared enough or were stubborn enough to keep coming to classes had decided to get inside quickly, and that suited her just fine- it meant there would be fewer questions when she came rolling in.

[i]Quite literally, at that.[/i]

[i][b]"Wheeeeeeeeeeeee~"[/b][/i] The third year, having already been up for a few hours at this point, had made a second detour after her little break-in at the convenience store. With the stock box still in her arms, the girl let the hood of her jacket down to feel the early morning wind on her face as she shot through the gates on top of the empty trashcan she had pilfered and promptly sent spinning.
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It hadn't been empty when she found it, of course- there would be a couple of stray cats eating fancy tonight, that was for sure. 

"Get out of the way, nerd!" The one obstacle in her path, a small, bespectacled first year boy, took one look at her headed his way and promptly ran like his young life depended on it as Kiyoko then blazed past him atop her trusty trashcan steed. A few moments passed, and she jumped and let said trusty speed go spinning off into the distance as she landed back on the ground in front of her destination.

A certain kendo club dojo.

"Sure hope I got the right ones this time~" She said to herself in a slightly tired, sing-song voice as she strolled towards the dojo with her spoils- a stock box filled to the brim with Vanilla Coca-Cola.


[i]They may well be delinquents, but they're still schoolgirls, you know?[/i]