[@LitCabbit]

[center][h3][color=ed145b]~Hanazono Asuka~[/color][/h3][/center]

That girl, Miako-San, she had quite the gaul to judge her, Asuka.

Asuka narrowed her eyes at the second year, crossing her arms defensively.  So what if she didn't truly [i]love[/i] most of her lovers?  That was her business and none of the meddlesome Miako.  Who was she to pick up stones to cast at the third year?

The others were gathering outside the school gates and the campus.  Asuka's eyes were already admiring quite a few of them, such cute little darlings, easy prey for [i][color=ed145b]Akuma no Hime[/color][/i], Asuka the heartbreaker, the lady killer, she's heard them all.

She looked to Miako bothered and sighed, [color=ed145b]~"Well, I suppose I could [i]indulge[/i] your offer, dear, but don't think anything of it.  Shall we be leaving then, Miako-San?"~[/color]

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[@Crooked Vixen][@KoL]

[center][h3][color=a187be]Serizawa Kagome[/color][/h3]
[i]Headmistress[/i][/center]

Once the woman was outside, the soft spring air cascaded upon Kagome's ivory face, still a hint of winter's long forgotten chill in the breeze, yet it felt so pleasant, especially with a warm April sun shining down upon her. Upon that breeze, the headmistress could smell it, the sweet smell flowing gently into her nostrils. The scent of sakura petals hung lightly in the air. It was a scent so pleasant to her, for it reminded her of spring time in her native Osaka.  She remembered the Sakura festival, all the wonderful people smiling so bright, the fragrance of the cherry blossoms.

Ah, she was getting nostalgic again, but it kept her mind at ease at least.  So much was going on today, the opening ceremony, welcoming new students and returning ones, busy, busy, busy.  And...there was the matter of trying to balance being headmistress and mother.  Her daughter hated it here, yes, but she was going to finish school, come hell or high water.

As the woman tarried through the school grounds lost in thought, she recognized a few faces, foreigners by the looks of them, quite adorable too, especially the twins.

Ah yes, now she remembered!  They were the transfer students Nakatomi-Sensei had told her about.  Now who were the twins again?  Right, Eris and...Eins!  And the red haired girl, she was Faye if memory served correct.

She smiled warmly apptoaching the three, a gracious bow as she introduced herself, [color=a187be]"Ah, [i]konnichiwa!  Hajimemashitae![/i]  You three must be our foreign exchange students!  Welcome to Saint Lilium's Academy for Young Women.  I am Miss Serizawa Kagome, the headmistress.  We are so happy to have you here!"[/color]  The headmistress' face went red suddenly.  She giggled, [color=a187be]"Oh my!  How embarrassing!  I forgot they didn't bow in other countries!  Please forgive me.  It's nice to make your acquaintance."[/color]  She corrected herself hastily, holding her hand out with a friendly smile.

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[@chiru][@LowKey123]

[center][h3][color=00aeef]Itagaki Tohru[/color][/h3][/center]


Despite making a few rounds about the dorms and the school grounds, Tohru had no luck in finding much acquaintance.   Most of the girls were either scared to death of her intimidating presence, or they scoffed her at first sight, not that the teen cared really. It was just a waste of time and effort when Tohru could've just crashed at her dorm and played her guitar all day without a single damn given. Giving a rather weary sigh of defeat, Tohru trudged through the hall catching a few more glances and a few bouts of insulting laughter at her appearance. 

[color=00aeef]"Yeah yeah....keep on pushing me, ya brats, and I'll show you just how scary I am."[/color] 

It was evident enough she wasn't wanted here, a street punk with a criminal record in a school of elitists and high class dames. What the hell was her mom thinking bringing her here? 

Was Kagome thinking she'd be indoctrinated into being a "model citizen" like the rest of the robot children of Tokyo? Like hell Tohru would ever change her natural ways. This is who she was and she was damn proud of it, but.....it sure wasn't making her much friends. [color=00aeef]"Meh...who gives a rip really? I already have my friends, music...and...me." [/color]

[color=a187be]"F-fufu~ How delightful it is to see your face, my dear,"[/color]

Just what the hell was that?

That haughty laughter caught the rocker chick by her ears, an eyebrow raising as she backed up and peeked into the room.

Oh gawd!  It took all Tohru had not to burst out laughing.  This chick was such a tryhard!  Did she really think she was one of those bishonen [i]Onee-Samas[/i]?  Please, that crap was only in mangas!

Tohru leaned in the doorway arms crossed with a cheeky, devious grin.  Her mom warned her about picking fights, but Tohru couldn't resist calling out this stupid trope queen laughing, [color=00aeef]"Hah!  Wow, that was hella gay, [i]Onee-Sama[/i]!  Where'd ya learn that?  Strawberry Panic?"[/color]