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[hr][right][color=gray]So we’re nixing the dates now? We’re nixing the dates? That’s what we’re doing? 
No more dates. Why the fuck is there [i]weather?[/i] Do we need weather?[/color][/right][hr]As the halls flooded with students off to enjoy their weekends or forfeit their childhoods to yet more extracurricular activities, one girl was still riding the high of a [i]very[/i] good week. She shimmied through the rush of bodies as deftly as a salmon cuts a current upstream, and she did it twice as stylishly. The headphones around her neck left an aural miasma of heavy drums and wicked sick guitar in her wake, and those who caught it shot her odd looks that she was too absorbed to notice or care about. 

The door to the newspaper club burst open, and the room was filled with the sounds of very angry German metal music. Kanna slid in, head banging, hand pumping devil’s horns. As the song came to a close, she put one foot up on a chair and absolutely shredded the paint off her air-guitar. 

Concert finished, she slid her phone into her pocket with all the smoothness of a cowboy returning his pistol to its holster. 

[color=92278f]“Do you hear that?”[/color] she asked to no one in particular. [color=92278f]“That is the sound of the most successful opening week this club has ever seen. [i]‘Dangerous new guy [b]clashes[/b] with local ne’er-do-well! [b]Snatched[/b] from the jaws of the administration by the desperate boxing club! Justice? Or a [b]cruel joke of opportunity?[/b]’”[/i][/color] 
 
She hopped off of the chair, snatching up one of the test-copies from a table and smacking the beautiful words on its pages. She’d even managed to snap a few pictures from training—good for one or two slots, but there were only so many ways to cook: [i]‘Big guy punches the air,’[/i] before it risked going stale. 

[color=92278f]“I’m tellin’ you guys, we’ve struck fuckin’ [i]gold[/i] here with this dude. I’m talking out-of-stock all the way to his first match—if he doesn’t, y’know, like, kill someone first or something. If he bombs, great, we ride that momentum into the next big thing. If he [i]wins[/i], we’ve got a whole semester’s worth of content. God. Where would we be without delinquents?”[/color]

Akari, Junko, Ichika, even her own club members had tried to dissuade her from following this story. But Kanna had instinct, she knew potential when she saw it and she refused to be scared off by broody glares and empty threats. Or filled threats, for that matter. 

[color=92278f]“Thinkin’ about doing some, uhh, preemptive reporting this weekend. See if I can’t get us primed for Monday. How about you all?”[/color]