[color=gray][indent][right][h1][color=396690]Chise Nozaki[/color][/h1][/right][right][sub][color=396690]Mentions:[/color] N/A  [color=396690]Location:[/color]School Courtyard[/sub][/right][hr]
[/indent][indent]Chise's hands sat nestled comfortably in each of his front pockets as the repetitive, brief "[i]chht-ing[/i]" sound of his skipping footsteps struck out with each of his shallow strides. Said strides led him away from his previous location - the school track. The period before the sound of the school's final bell had consisted of Chise hanging out at the edge of the track, slacking off as he is wont to do. One might see such behavior as a display of his disinterest in track club, but on the contrary, he did enjoy his time there - he just didn't take the sport itself that seriously. Which is why the tense environment of the school as of late what starting to irritate him a little.

He drew his hands from his pockets and splayed them out in front of him as his skipping changed into a jaunty walk.
[color=396690]"Oh, come one, everybody!"[/color] He called out to nobody in particular as he passed by a few groups of students, a few of whom he gauged as being a [i]bit[/i] more skittish than usual. [color=396690]"Loosen up a bit! All these nerves are starting to feel a bit contagious!"[/color] He expressed, tossing a couple edifying glances at a few students who looked over to him. Perhaps he didn't know them personally, but Chise was no stranger to strangers, and he had a bit of a reputation for having little filter or ambitions, so it only seemed natural for him to address even a small student body.

Although he hadn't expected much change, the lack of any shift in the tone of the area left him shoving his hands back into his pockets as his walk continued forward. The tail-end of one of his glances left him heedless to the person which he was about to collide with, until they clashed. Chise let out a short [color=396690]"oof"[/color] before rolling with the collision and saving himself from a tumble as he unsteadily backpedaled a few steps. [color=396690]"Ack- sorry, friend. My head was screwed on a bit backwards there, won't happen again!"[/color] He apologized with an atoning glance even as he continued his path with an unabated pace, offering a brief two-finger salute in friendly adieu.

He was in no hurry, and so his stride was on the casual side. If he kept his current trajectory, he'd be hitting the sidewalk which would lead away from the school and towards the middle of town. He had taken it upon himself to decide to get a few groceries for his Aunt on his way home - though he had to admit he also wanted to get a few things for himself as well. He shifted the weight of his backpack, which casually hung off his back on one shoulder.

While his demeanor seemed just like his usual, carefree self, in the back of his head he was wondering about what just-about-everyone-else was. The "Strange Gospel". There were those who didn't believe it - thought it a prank of some sort - and there were those who feared it. Being the wildcard he was, Chise wasn't settled on any particular theory - it could be fake.. or maybe it was real. In truth, only time could tell.

And he would know personally within two weeks..
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