[centre][IMG]http://i1279.photobucket.com/albums/y523/textcraft/Nov%202015%20-%202/1c0e1e8cff521bfe1df4902b331ad2d4bcd3a579e7c58a8ebabe2f40a4c30be4f63211783c7d780e31a6a83126ab5acd814b43d45949ad2cb3b5093b15d8_zpsuxdpo1ai.png[/IMG] Yeouch. The girl that turned to face Eli looked...serious. Like, waaay too serious. That was the kind of look you only got when you’ve seen some shit and somehow walked away from it. If Eli had to guess, going off every single detail he knew about her (absolutely zilcho), then he would say...murder. This cold mama probably killed a couple fools on her way here this morning. Probably runs a massive criminal empire to boot. Eli felt himself grinning despite his current predicament. Alright, so his little analysis of the girl was most likely downright wrong on so many level. Too many movies, Granny would say. But Granny also thought aliens were trying to abduct her cats so...maybe not linger too much on that bit of criticism. In any case, Eli managed to calm himself before he so rudely burst out laughing like a madman. The girl sized him up, then launched into a spiel that sounded...well-rehearsed? If not, somebody get this chick an award for some epic improv skills. She introduced herself as Matsushima Mitsuko [sub]that was a bit of mouthful[/sub], and confirmed that this was indeed the Occult Club, of which she was president. Eli let out an audible sigh of relief, and his entire body seemed to relax and loosen up. He’d take being late over being lost anyday. But as the girl went on with her speech, he couldn’t help but feel as if she seemed a touch...annoyed? Miffed? … Alright, to be honest, that was fair. He WAS about thirty minutes late to a one-hour meeting. If her speech normally took thirty minutes and she pretty much just condensed it down to...less than one? Well, yeah, he’d probably be a bit annoyed himself if he were in her shoes. He had a decent excuse in his mind but...well, even a great excuse was still just an excuse. He’d have to figure out how to be a bit more punctual for next time. If need be, he’d talk to coach. He really didn’t WANT to have to do that, but if his hands were tied then… Oh. Earth to Eli, come in Eli. What had she just said? He had been a bit wrapped up in his own thoughts that he hadn’t been paying full attention to her speech. Well, asking her to repeat herself was out of the question. She might not be some sort of mafioso, (or would it be yakuza here?), but he for whatever reason felt like it would be in his best interest to not get on Madame President’s nerves any more than he had already done. He did manage to pick up a few things, some of which may be important. Something about the Halloween Extravaganza and a ghost hunt at the school. Some more about a waiver to be returned by Thursday. There was also something about brownies. Eli gave her a couple nods, indicating that he was following her - which he did, for the most part. [color=limegreen]“Thank you very much.”[/color] he called to her in whatever bastardized form of tongue that he was trying to pass as Japanese. Strolling over to the table with the waivers and brownies, Eli glanced around at the other students chatting lowly. He was just double checking, but no, he really DIDN’T know anyone in the club. He’d have to change that. Maybe this Halloween event then? Probably. [I]“Hey, I know you! How are you Eli”[/i] Huh? That sounded pretty close. Eli turned around - just in time to see Charles. Eli grew a big shit-eating grin, before launching into some short choppy laughter. [color=limegreen][i]Well shit haha...if it ain’t my boy Charlie! What’s good, son?”[/i][/color]He lifted up a fist and held it out for Charle to bump. He liked Charlie well enough. Granted, being two foreigners in a majoratively Japanese high school...in Japan, might have had just a bit to do with it, but Charles actually wasn’t a bad guy either. Maybe a bit delusional at times, but hell, who wasn’t these days? [I]“What are you doing here in this freak show? Blackmailed as well? Well, whatever the reason, watch out for Makota, she punches and watch out for Seiko, one tiny mistake and you’re screwed. Big time.”[/i] Eli laughed again. They couldn't be that bad. Charles had a bit of a flair for drama at times. Still, part of his mind went back to the President. If she really was using blackmail or bribery just to get members to join her club...well maybe she really WAS the head some criminal organization? … He wouldn’t cross it off the list just yet. [Color=limegreen][I]“Heh, ain’t no blackmailing or sexual favors for this guy. So I guess I’m just one of your freaks.”[/i][/color] He ended with a shrug. [I][color=limegreen]“But uh...what about you? You mentioned blackmail...do they really have anything on you?”[/color][/i] He paused for a moment, considering his buddy. Of course they did…. [i][color=limegreen] “That bad?, eh?”[/color][/i] [/centre]