[center][IMG]http://i.imgur.com/hPi4lzz.png[/IMG][h2]Reiji [color=00746b]"Blank Slate"[/color] Ishida[/h2][/center]
Ishinuma Shiro. 

The name was unfamiliar, but given there were at least three hundred kids in school-- give or take those that barely attended-- it wasn't much of a surprise. He decided to keep the name in the back of his head, reaching into his pocket and paying in exact change for Shiro's meal, placing the amount on the surface. With ease, he reached over the fair haired student, them moving aside allowing Reiji to grab his lunch. Shiro was truly overly polite, and the delinquent couldn't help but find it suspicious. He decided to keep his eye on him, especially now while they were close together, more on guard than usual. If he was gonna be polite, then Reiji was gonna be twice as polite, because two could play at whatever mind game was being played right now.

Reiji's eyes glanced towards the student at the ground when he was addressed, before turning back to Shiro. Glasses, huh? That was a shitty title, especially given there were other students in Seiryuu that wore glasses. Of course, it wasn't recommended given shards of broken glass could cut your eye open-- is that it? His brows furrowed slightly as he looked at Shiro more closely-- of course. There was something to be said about how he wore glasses despite contacts being a slightly safer option-- or was it something else? Did he collect glasses? Were there poor sighted students ambling about in Seiryuu now due to Shiro-- no, due to [i]Glasses'[/i] cruelty?

[b]"[color=#fec080]So, uh... Thanks? I guess? For lunch, uhm--[/color]"[/b]

His attention being called for again, the taller delinquent straightened.[b] "[color=00746b]Reiji is fine,[/color]"[/b] he said curtly before nodding his head to the side and, one hand full of lunch and the other full of bat, he urged Shiro, pushing him towards the door. [b]"[color=00746b]We need to talk. Follow me.[/color]"[/b]

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[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/SEFZRFg.png[/img][h2]Lily [color=thistle]"Rain Maker"[/color] Li[/h2][/center]
Light blonde twirled on a pale finger, nails decorated with a humble clear coat and 3d stickers. A group dispersed as the Student Council finished putting the jumper onto the stretcher, leaving only one girl behind, her face primly coated with enough makeup to say "I'm a slut", but not so much that people expected anything less than a well payed slut. She sat on a blanket under a half blooming tree, a dirty sledgehammer leaning against the tree the only thing ruining an otherwise serene view, the peers that surrounded her having their interests more taken in by the possible first death of the school year.

[b]"[color=thistle]How gross,[/color]"[/b] she commented with a furrow of her nose, sipping on strawberry milk as she leaned back on her free arm. There was something about the way her eyes glinted and her brow arched as she glanced up to the rooftop however, that showed she was anything but grossed out. The person on the rooftop, held up an OK sign that Lily caught just as she glanced down at her phone on her lap. Despite the brand name and the well decorated casing, it was pretty fucked up and shattered. Through the broken glass, messages from a group chat buzzed in, numbers and other offers on whether or not the kid would live or die piling in, and just as Lily put down her strawberry milk to grab her phone---

[i]CRASH!![/i]

A body slammed beside her, kicking up dirt and her blanket, and now she looked genuinely disgusted, spitting out bits of leaf that got in her mouth-- [b]"[color=thistle]What the shit?[/color]"[/b] she demanded, glancing at the obviously unconcious body, as though blaming it for where it chose to land. Long blonde lashes fluttered as she glanced around for where the perpetrators were, finding a group of delinquents either ganging up on someone or having an in fight or whatever. Lily didn't care. Grabbing the sledgehammer from behind her, she used it to prop herself up, kicking dirt off of the blanket. [b]"[color=thistle]Watch where you're throwing bodies, shitheads!![/color]"[/b] she shouted, in a tone that was as though merely telling off children, throwing a well-manicured middle finger their way.