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[i]-Ryuma Hitsugaya-[/i][/center]
Ryuma brought his face away from the white-haired lioness and watched as she attempted to detach herself. Should he have really been worried of her killing him? Her strength was nothing compared to the Parkour Runner after all. All the curl ups he had done in the past made his strength far greater than hers and he'd be forever happy if it stayed that way. Large muscles on a girl was a bit strange anyway.

[color=lightgray]"Let you go? So what, you can throw another chair at me?"[/color] A spark of defensiveness rose up in him again, making it hard to keep his hand steady. But Ryuma was trying to prove a point, so he definitely couldn't falter. It didn't seem like he would have to control his will power for long though as soon she was looking embarrassed and ashamed. Hah! The boy hadn't had to do anything, she was getting a backwash of her own venom.

What continued to upset Ryuma is that the girl didn't apologize. She didn't have enough honor to meet his eyes! Her last words did nothing to faze the frustration coursing through his veins. With only a glimpse of movement, he pulled her arm forward and released it, causing the girl to fall into his chest. With his other hand he held onto her lower back to trap her against him, with Ryuma's newly free hand, he forced her head up with a finger hooked under her chin.

[color=lightgray]"Admit to your mistakes, it's cowardly to not look your injured party in the eye. Apologizing would be nice, but I wouldn't expect that from someone as [i]proud[/i] as you."[/color] Ryuma's intonation grew sharp and full of scorn on the word proud.[color=lightgray] "Because if you don't..."[/color] His eyes grew harder as he stared into hers, a fire alit in them, [color=lightgray]"My revenge will be justified, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."[/color] 

Ryuma stayed in that position for a few moments longer before releasing her and creating a great deal of distance away from her, preparing himself for any attack she may throw at him. [color=lightgray]"Just kidding! I'm just messing with ya..."[/color] The athlete set a chair rightside up and sat with his chest against the backrest. [color=lightgray]"So, both of us got kidnapped, there has to be a common thread somewhere. You don't seem to be from any hood I've ever seen and the only other thing I can think of is Hope's Peak. Either someone nabbed us 'cause they thought we'd make a good ransom or maybe they just wanted to do create a worse rep for the academy."[/color]

He scratched at the back of his cold neck, it felt clammy from his sweating earlier, [color=lightgray]"I'm Ryuma by the way. What should I call you Princess?"[/color]

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[i]-Naomi Fukuda-[/i][/center]
As she stared up at the sky, a hair slightly shorter than the others flicked into her eye from the wind and Naomi let out a whine. The pain caused her to drop her head down to her chest and both of her arms reached to get the intrusive hair out of her eye. She had already noticed how irritating the wind could be, from the longer hairs tickling the base of her neck to her skirt getting caught awkwardly between her legs. Naomi didn't like the outdoors.

She [i]really[/i] didn't like the outdoors.

After clawing at her face for a few moments, she finally got the opposing hair out of her eye, but it still stung angrily. She kept one hand covering it, hoping to let it water enough for the pain to subside, but there wasn't much point. Both of her eyes were watering enough by that point. 

The girl only noticed the boy after that moment and shuddered. How could she have forgotten his and the other girl's existence so easily? She quickly took a few steps back, her hand still on her eye and the other held up in a defensive position. This guy was too relaxed, it seemed all too fake for Naomi to believe with absolute certainty. He hadn't hurt the girl on the stage, but that could be some kind of plow, or maybe the girl was working with him to fool her.

Her brain continued to downspiral into distrust and paranoia as the boy tried to talk to her. It was only the guy's move to sit, Shirou's, that got her to snap out of it.

He was like her, they all didn't know what was going on... Naomi's defensive hand started to fall limply until it rested at her side. She glanced back at the other girl and gauge her body language. The girl seemed shy yes, but also was willing to converse with this... bull of a man. Naomi, on the other hand, had no idea where she was except she was outdoors, so the worst place. She was nowhere near her adoptive parents, she was badly dressed in these sickening clothes, and the boy staring at her put her on edge.

But she also needed information, and she didn't have anywhere else to turn to, or that's how Naomi saw it. The girl took a few more steps back until she felt safe enough that he couldn't reach her even if he lunged, and then released the hand over her eye. A few tears slid down her face and the girls resisted the urge to rub them away. [color=violet]"You can call me Fuk- Nao."[/color] She grabbed at her arm to stop herself from fidgeting, [color=violet]"What do you know?"[/color]

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The girl seemed peculiar to be sure, but then again, Hibiki had been expecting to find peculiar new students at the Academy, why would this unknown setting be any different? It had been peculiar enough already. Usually one would be unnerved by how joyous the new girl was acting, yet Hibiki's afflictions proved far greater than his lack of caution.

While a normal person would take a moment to react and respond to Lilly's handshake, Hibiki took another, his arm following Lilly's guidance instead of directly trying to slowdown the motion. Once she let go of his hand, it sluggishly moved back to his side, while his other remained above his glasses, the sun was really killer against his sleepy eyes.

The girl soon grabbed the person Hibiki had lazily ignored. While it wasn't like him to apologize directly, something inside him wondered whether the orange-haired boy would be annoyed at him. But that thought was soon replaced with Lilly's question. Did he remember anything? Yes. Did the Tutor remember anything after the entrance to Hope's Peak? No.

Hibiki glanced at the boy one more time to set the newcomer's face into his memories before closing his eyes. No one could fight the sun, better to give up the battle now. This wasn't exactly the right place to sleep, but Hibiki's small frustration meter grew at the thought of going about his day without a proper siesta.

Another brief opening of his eyes showed that both of the teenagers accompanying him seemed to have there arms spread. While Hibiki didn't know of this custom, he didn't want to appear rude and limply spread his arms out a small fraction, his arms bending deep at the elbows. Afterwards, he closed his eyes again and leaned his head to the side, not having the motivation to keep it straight up. [color=turquoise]"No. I don't... remember much."[/color] His hands soon fell and he sighed.