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[center] [b][color=black]|[/color][/b] [color=#fe0095]𝖣𝖠𝖳𝖤[/color] [b][color=black]:[/color][/b] 11 APRIL 2018 [b][color=black]|[/color][/b] [color=#fe0095]𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭𝖲[/color] [b][color=black]:[/color][/b] NONE [b][color=black]|[/color][/b] [color=#fe0095]𝖫𝖮𝖢𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭[/color] [b][color=black]:[/color][/b] HINOTORI HIGH [b][color=black]|[/color][/b] [/center]
[indent][indent][indent][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/9soJNZ3.png[/img][/center]At least the clouds obscured the bruises that were slowly starting to form on Maki’s face. Well, that and the makeup that she wore. The morning had begun with a rather startled jerk from sleep. She’d had a dream. It was a recurring one that kept haunting the periphery of her mind. Usually, her nightmares were the usual fare. Falling from an extreme height and being unable to catch herself. Struggling to swim to the surface. Being given a test that she knew nothing about because she’d not attended the class for the entire year. Catching Shiro with Funai, or Nakano, or even the blind girl. It was all self-constructed obstacles that she dreamt about. They weren’t ever about “being awoken,” and they never asked her to take care of herself. Her dreams didn’t give two flying shits about her physical or mental state.

Yet… the whole thing felt real, in the way that an old memory from childhood did. Did your younger mind make it up, or was it real?

Though it weighed heavy on her mind, Maki filed it away to deal with her day. Repetition was beginning to settle in like her spine into a seat. Uncomfortable, but she couldn’t do a damn thing to change it. Sure, she could stand up, but what good would that do her? She’d already rocked the boat with her parents and the school. While Kyoto was fine to turn its head on a lot of things until she was older, she couldn’t keep leaning on the forgiveness of strangers or the law. No, she had to just… exist in that fragile bubble that drifted between utter chaos and choking back the barf of being kind to assholes. Speaking of which…

Maki dallied as she made her way towards the Student Council room, pausing at many a window in hopes that something would burst from the sky and save her from this fate. Nope. No apocalypse or dragon to speak of. She blew warm air into the windowpane and traced a frowny face with her finger. She did that to a few different of them in probably the easiest to clean vandalization she could muster.

When she reached the Student Council room, she hesitated in front of the door. She ran a hand through her short hair, colored chunks shining through the darker tresses. Her black, smoky eye was fully on point because quite frankly she wanted to look as “fuck you and the horse you rode in on” as possible. She loosened her tie and draped her headphones around her neck. To anyone looking on, it’d look like quite the pedantic charade. To her, though, it was what little war paint she could slap on.

Maki opened the door, not showing as much casual restraint as she had with the Teacher’s Lounge. She glanced around quickly, noting the lack of Chicken Guy, and frowned. Really? He was going to be the punk-ass? Dammit. She was assured that the breastbone of his favorite snack would be thoroughly up his butt.  But man, she had to give him credit for flaking.

[color=#fe0095]“Howdy,”[/color] she said, her inflection filled with boredom. [color=#fe0095]“Here to be locked into the academic stocks and have figurative tomatoes thrown into my face.”[/color] She smiled that dark-lipped smile.[/indent][/indent][/indent]
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