[center][h1][color=yellow][u]A L E K S A N D R[/u][/color][/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] • Namimori Town • 
[sub][b]Namimori High Cultural Festival[/b]
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Aleksandr Minamoto had had something of a patience-trying day so far. It seemed as though a festival brought out the worst in various people. Whether it was the delinquents who tried to vandalize quieter parts of the school while the attention was on the event, or thugs trying to continuing their extortion of business and even students who ran booths that could earn any money. He couldn't stand to see the hard work and effort of his peers be trampled by people who couldn't comprehend the pseudo-arms race that had been started among the school and had lasted for years, even to the present day. He had the members of the disciplinary committee constantly patrolling the school grounds. He didn't have a heavy concentration on the festival area itself though, which may have seemed odd. He'd taken to personally patrolling the main event himself with a few others spread throughout in order to make sure the campus in its entirety was well guarded and secured.

[color=yellow]"Another downside to being in this position is being unable to properly enjoy the festival at its peak."[/color] He spoke to himself as he strolled through the crowd. Honestly, the only thing that could bother him more right now that all the idiocy he'd had to deal with was if he'd had to deal with Akira Komaeda's nagging. He would wholeheartedly admit that their butting heads and stopping some of Komaeda's more extreme shows of power and plans was fun, but today he couldn't be bothered. Already he'd had to forcefully remove a number of individuals from the festival grounds and he was expecting that to change. At least, when they experienced a lull he could take a break and hang out... At least, that's what he'd say. The truth was, the job of the Student Disciplinary Committee was essentially full time. Especially if you were it's leader.

Still, any off time would have been relished, which was partially why he looked forward to hanging out with his best friend. Ienari was not, by any scale of measure, the most willing to put work and activity before lazing about. That's probably why he was so sure he could count on him to give them both an excuse to relax a bit. That is until he received the Sawada boy's text. [color=yellow]"Of course,"[/color] he sighed. He couldn't blame him. It was understandable. They both had things to do. 

[quote=Sent to Namimori Student Administration Line Group (9)]
We've both got a lot on our platrs
Plares*
Plates**[/quote]
He facepalmed at the mistakes in his writing, accentuating the messages with an sticker, much like Ienari's. However, Alek's was a anime-styled dog with his eyes shut, a nervous smile and a drop of sweat at his forehead. 

[color=yellow]"I suppose I'll have to find another way to de-stress and entertain myself."[/color] He said with a small laugh to another Student Disciplinary member he had been walking with. [color=yellow]"Do make sure you take a break as well Mirio."[/color] He said to the young man with a smile before his eyes shot up in the direction of another booth. He saw it as it began. It was almost in slow motion. Some guy grabbed a hold of another students purse. She'd just placed it down. He began to run. Mirio began to run as well. Aleksandr, however, reach back into his pocket. He grabbed a small weight, only about 1.15kg (a little over 2.5lbs), and threw it with extreme accuracy. It flew quickly into the the back of the knee of the perpetrator causing him to promptly drop to one knee on the ground. 

"I got him!" Mirio shout as he took it upon himself to tackle the man. 

Aleksandr winced at the display. [color=yellow]"Sorry about that."[/color] He spoke to the young lady. [color=yellow]"This festival brings out the best and worst of us all."[/color] He smiled as Mirio brought the young lady he bag. The perpetrator was being escorted off campus by other members of the committee. That's when Alek caught another girl in the corner of his eye. [color=yellow]"Now, if you'll excuse me, Mirio-kun will take care of anything else you might need."[/color] And with that, Alek was on his way moving towards the, somewhat out of place, girl he'd recognized. 

[color=yellow]"Curtiss-San? I didn't know you'd be attending the festival as well."[/color] He said once he was close enough to her. [color=yellow]"How have you been holding up?"[/color]