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Sentaku: A Naruto RP

SENTAKU CS!

CHARACTER NAME HERE USING SOME TYPE OF CREATE A FONT GENERATOR
IMAGE OF CHARACTER HERE

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"Nickname"

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Uchiha is a clan example

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A+, A-, B+, B-, O+, O-, AB+, AB-

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eye color

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what does their hair look like / color / style etc

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WHERE IS YOUR HEADBAND AT

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Fūton | Wind
Doton | Earth
Suiton | Water
Katon | Fire
Raiton | Lightning
fire, wind, lightning, earth, water

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A MINIMUM OF 3 POSITIVE AND 3 NEGATIVE TRAITS - HOWEVER YOU WANNA WORD 'EM OR BULLET POINTS ETC. BUT YOU HAFTA HAVE POSITIVE AND NEGATIVE TRAITS

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GIMME YOUR BACKGROUND!!! FAMILY / CLAN INFO / TID-BITS!

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WHAT IS IT THAT YOU AS THE WRITER AND CREATOR, WANT FOR YOUR OC? WHERE DO YOU WANT THEM TO END UP? WHAT IS SOMETHING THAT YOU WANT THE GM's TO KNOW ABOUT YOUR OC SPECIFICALLY SO THAT THEY CAN UTILIZE YOUR OC IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE. ALSO INCLUDE ANY POWER UPS YOU WANT, I.E., SAGE MODE, LEARNING POWERFUL JUTSU (RASENGAN, CHIDORI, EIGHT GATES, ETC), OR AWAKENING NEW KEKKEI GENKAI

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Sentaku: A Naruto RP

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kz's krypt | a character storage

Remy La Costa

ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀʏ
ɪ'ᴅ ꜱᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ
ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪꜰ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ
ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴜɴꜰᴏʟᴅ
ʜᴀᴛᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ
𝔖crawny by 𝔚allows

[ℜelevant 𝔏ink] ☽ %(#color code)[ℜelevant 𝔏ink]

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☽ 𝕱ull 𝕹ame:

Remelda La Costa

☽ 𝕹icknames:

Remy

☽ 𝕬ge:

25

☽ 𝕬ppearance:

Has a pretty outdated use of terms - wack, dude, moxie etc | Even though she's lived most of her life in Nevada, Remy has still managed to retain her New York styled accent, though it is cut with a more Vegas-y tone | When she gets excited or focused on a task her eyes widen and it gives her a manic appearance | Cocks her head to either side on the regular - regardless of whats going on | Remy's walk is more of a dance or shuffle, swaying to and fro - especially when the happier of her personalities is surfaced | If the more gloomy, dark personality is out and about you can definitely find Remy's gait and posture more slouched and stalking like | She's actually pretty light on her toes | As far as Remy's wardrobe is concerned, she wears literally anything she deems comfortable | Though, a lot of her clothing options are of the boho, desert gypsy variety - some articles even looked dated as far back as the 70s.

☽ 𝕾exual 𝕺rientation:

Bisexual

☽ 𝕭asic 𝕴nformation:

Aubrey Plaza | 610051

☽ 𝕸agic 𝕿ype:

𝕻SIONIC
capabilities relating the paranormal and the psyche, witches are the mind controllers. They can read people’s thoughts, control them and, if necessary, cause the mind’s utter destruction. Unfortunately, psionic Wiccan can control each other, meaning there’s little protection from such intense power. However, not every Wicca can utilize this power to the same degree… some might only be able to read minds (or go crazy from being pummeled with other people’s thoughts daily) while another can erase the memories of someone or take over their target’s body, essentially possessing them.

☽ 𝕸agic 𝕾trengths:

Body Possession, it's totally a thing! Because she's practiced a lot - she knows it's possible and does it so well | Influencing others | ???

☽ 𝕸agic 𝖂eaknesses:

Being Influenced by others - it sucks | Trying to pinpoint her actual thoughts verses the thoughts of others | Taking on other people's thoughts and memories after possessing them - it's a lot to sort through - which she just doesn't care to do

☽ 𝖁irtues:

Great music tastes | Creates playlists for different situations she comes across | Decent at singing | Good at advice giving - what with all those voices in her head one of them is bound to have the right advice to give | Hard worker - always working to improve herself | Friendly - depending on what personality is in control at the time | Cooks really well, surprisingly enough | Speaks Spanish and English fluently | Knows all the hot spots for scoring in the Vega area

☽ 𝖁ices:

Can come off as a bitch and cold | Mainly due to the fact that she's got split personalities | All depends on which one you encounter first | Mad and manic tendencies | Manipulative to a degree | Enjoys the feeling of being in control of others - even for a moment | Junkie of all kinds | Sings / Hums / Dances at inappropriate times - funerals anybody? | Can make people uncomfortable with her presence and her mannerisms | Dubious intentions and actions

☽ 𝕻ersonality:

L I K E S // D I S L I K E S

			☽ 𝕷ikes ‣ Sour Candy & Lollipops ‣ Addictive Substances ‣ Music - All Kinds ‣ Magic ‣ Vodka Mixed Citrus Sodas ‣ Carne Asada ‣ Her Abuela ‣ Being in Control ‣ Thrill of the Hunt				☽ 𝕯islikes ‣ The Voices ‣ Losing Control ‣ No Sleep ‣ Over Auditory Stimulation ‣ When Her Limbs Fall Asleep ‣ Standing for too long ‣ Blood ‣ Being Ignored ‣ Her Mother

☽ 𝕹on-𝕸agical 𝕼uirks:

Dances & sings | Hums to the music she listens to | Runs her hands along different surfaces - very kinesthetic & auditory | Cocks head to the side a lot - regardless of a situation

☽ 𝕱irst 𝕴mpressions:

Chill | Burnout | Addict

☽ 𝕭ackground:

A typical New York native, Remy was born, to a mother and father. A seemingly happy marriage. However, when Remy was born, her mother's uterus fell out and halted any plans for her to have a big family. Eventually it was was discovered that Remy's father enjoyed watching pornography featuring black men having sex with pre-teen girls, subsequently ending her parents relationship. Remy and her mother moved to Las Vegas, Nevada when she was just 9 - and at that age, Remy's mother would pour vodka into a citrus soda can during "happy hour" and drink it with her daughter. At this same age, Remy would head to her grandmother's house every day after school to watch cartoons. However, her grandmother wasn't all there herself. She possessed Psionic abilities just like Remy and once Remy voiced strange things happening to her and all the things she could hear and see and do, the older woman began to take her under her wing and teach her. She raised Remy and was known as Abuela Magia .

Remy was taught how to access, harness and use her abilities by a woman she was lead to believe was her grandmother, and Remy treated her as such. When Remy had grown older, she was killed her grandmother with much coaxing from all the voices that occupied Remy's head. They convinced Remy that her grandmother was preparing her for sacrifice in order to benefit herself. All of which was untrue; but Remy was only 14 at the time. So, she took the large kitchen knife and killed her with it. After the deed was done, the voices quieted down to nothing - for a time. There Remy was, covered in blood and the body of her grandmother next to her. The trauma of killing her mother-figure caused her to develop two different personalities.

Remy was admitted into a mental institute when she was 14, after her "murderous rage" in order to "rehabilitate her before releasing her back into society" - according to the court order. Eventually, the voices and her powers grew substantially. She often times found herself placed in isolation - only feeding the voices and her manic personality. This only grew out of control even more without the help of an elder to help guide her through all the transformations she and her magic was going through. In the end, Remy gained an even stronger bond with her own unique abilities - even though she isn't in control 100% of the time. While she was a patient they discovered that if she were listen to music of any kind, Remy would make a lot of progress and conduct herself as normal. As part of her recovery, Remy was allotted headphones to use and wear at all times.

Having trained in isolation, with and without the help of all the voices within her head, Remy was able to elevate her power level and her psionic abilities grew to new heights. She was able to control and erase memories of the orderlies that worked in the mental hospital - allowing for her to just waltz outta there, a skip in her step and a manic smile on her face. The world was now hers for the taking and there were a lot more people to practice on and use.

☽ 𝕺ther 𝕴nformation:

Listens to music 24/7 because she likes it but it's mainly to keep the unwanted voices outta her head. So, she drowns them with music. Any kind, she ends up just turning the volume up loud regardless.

Mobius Academy: The City in the Sky

binx progression throughout the interaction

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Binx couldn't keep her eyes off the gorgeous siblings that had shouted dibs. Not because they're gorgeous - OK not just 'cause they're gorgeous, 'cause they total are - but just their energy and them feeding off one another made her laugh. Like a genuine laugh, something she thoroughly enjoyed doing and hadn't in awhile. She wasn't gonna lie, when she read between the lines and finally understood their little meanings behind the dibs - she was extremely flattered. Beyond so. So when the male counterpart of the pair quickly changed his answer after having someone else literally fall into his life - who Binx came to realize was Michiru - she was rubbed the wrong way. 'Psht. Fucking men.'

However, as Charlotte introduced the two of them, Binx really couldn't help but admire the beauty. Like, dumbstruck. And when the words left her mouth that she actually meant her dibs sent a shiver of excitement through her body.

This was going to be one interesting set of living arrangements.

Clearing her throat and moving to stand up, Binx realized the size difference between her and the siblings - 'Oh yeah, babe's got it all' Binx' mouth went dry and so she had to mentally shake her head to get back into her normal, kickass and charming self if she wanted to make an even better impression on her. Licking her lips she went for it, "I'm not the HulkStan62; but I am a fan. Name's Binx, and I would love to see what other games you're into~"

As soon as the words left her lips she wanted to blow herself up and outta there. Would the cosmos swallow her whole if she begged it to? Ugh. No amount of 'Southern Charm' was gonna save her from her fucking lame-ass, cringe worthy pickup line. Binx could only hold her breath as she waited to see how she reacted to it. And she prayed that it wasn't negative.

Meadow Ridge Institute

The early hours of the morning of the first day of school found Hidomi Toga running around the streets, backpack slung about her shoulders, key chains and other bobbles swinging precariously from the zippers, headphones secured snugly as the fast, upbeat noise assaulted her ears in the best way possible. Toga couldn't stop herself from dancing and singing along to the song as she continued her trek to nowhere. Along the way stealing a candy bar - or two - from a nearby kiosk, flashing a charming smile to the handsome man still setting up shop.

The sun was already poking it's rays across the city by the time she eventually made it to the front gate of Meadow Ridge. Sighing as she took the last bite of her candy, she crumbled the wrapper and tossed it into the nearest trash bin, before lowering the volume on her phone and turning the music off completely. It was such a stark contrast once the music was removed from her ears. The world stirring around her; finally making noises. She didn't mind the silence that the world would offer up in it's darkest moments - but she would be remiss to say she enjoyed the silence. The opposite was too true. She needed the loud and the annoying that would normally offend most others. It gave her something to look forward to. And Toga was anything but an idle person.

Stretching, with both arms out stretched, fingers interlaced with one another, back and arms popping she sighed in content and settled into herself as she strode through the opened gate, where a few early birds were busy bustling about. "Hmmm~" she hummed to herself as she examined the warm bodies around her. She would have to double down and fully admire them later as she continued on her way past the booths and tables being set up and found herself entering the front office, where she was to speak with an adviser about her scheduling and what to expect as a new student.

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In the time it took to actually get in touch with the adviser and go over all the useless information - seriously? How would it be different than any other educational institute, but go off? - Toga ended up missing out on the welcoming assembly. "Wouldn't that have been a much better use of my time than sitting in a damned, stuffy room?" she complained as she unbuttoned the top few buttons of her uniform blouse, fanning herself, leaving her loose tie alone for now. The stares she gained from the simple action didn't go unnoticed. In fact, she made more of a show of her motions in order to get a feel for who exactly was paying attention.

She ended up stretching one more time before deciding to move on to the booths that lined the halls, mingling with people and eventually, hopefully, meeting up with someone who shared... similar interests~ Toga couldn't help but squeal in delight and anticipation, "This is gonna be sooo much fun~!"

Meadow Ridge Institute

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_{Mentions of Takashi @Hey Im Jordan & Akio@Rabidporcupine}

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Izumi was up with the sun. An old habit that would never end up dying on the hill she took her stand on. It was too ingrained in her psyche and she honestly didn't mind it that much now that she was older. Stretching her limbs after she was dressed, the eldest Niijima girl made her way down the elegant iron and marble staircase to the large dining hall, taking a seat at the head of the table and calling for someone to bring her her morning tea and breakfast.

While she sat there eating her morning delicacies, she was scrolling through her phone, the sunlight streaming in from the large bay windows around her. And if she listened carefully, she could hear her twin punching something outside. Izumi rolled her eyes, "Typical Kashi~," before taking another sip of the porcelain cup.

The morning passed by without so much as a thread out of place. All of her supplies and necessities that would be her life source for the next semester or so were already packed and being loaded into the black car waiting at the front door of her family's large home. Turning to one of the maids bustling about on the first floor, Izumi called to her, "Make sure my dear sister is awake at a decent enough hour to make it to school on time," then she began to dig around in her own bag, speaking more to herself than the maid that was still standing near the Niijima girl, "Especially since it's her first year..." Noticing the maid hadn't moved from her spot she rounded on her with a tone that was less than inviting, "Well? What are you still doing standing here? Go wake her up."

Izumi rolled her eyes as the poor woman bowed lowly before scurrying up the stairs, disappearing into one of the many rooms to complete her assigned task. Shaking her head, Zuzu headed for the car. She had waited long enough for her other siblings to ride with her and she was ready to leave. Did they not realize the responsibilities she held this year? They could honestly be so self absorbent.

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The ride was a short one, or at least that's what she told herself. It was no surprise to anyone that knew Izumi that she despised car rides - long or short. Rather, any sort of traveling that didn't have some sort of air blowing on her at all times. Motion sickness was the devil. And she just happened to be one of it's victims.

Once she was able to plant both feet on the concrete, sucking in the natural air around her she was immediately feeling better. Straightening out her uniform and giving the orders for them to bring her items to her dorm room, Izumi began her trek to the front office. She was able to skip the assembly in favor of helping the other teachers and upperclassmen set up their club booths. Being the overachiever that she was, Izumi had been coordinating with everyone to get the flyers and sign up sheets prepped and ready to go since the middle of the break. She took it very seriously, and the upperclassmen definitely appreciated the help.

As she was busy scurrying around she couldn't help but get distracted by the noise of some of the late arrivals. Glancing at her watch she rolled her eyes, blowing a strand of hair out of her face, the assembly was practically over at this point! 'Ughh.'

It didn't take long for the halls to fill with the sounds of students, new and old alike, to be chatting it up with one another. Getting the feel of the lay of the land as it were. Getting to know one another as they would all be living with each other for the next couple of months. The halls became extremely crowded and although it normally wouldn't bother the eldest Niijima girl, this time it did. She was carrying armful of supplies to be distributed to the different booths and tables. It didn't help that a lot of the items disrupted her sight, on top of the paths being crowded and cramped, with people pushing up on one another. It was all too much.

It really didn't help her mood when she ran smack into someone sturdy, causing her to fall backwards on her ass, supplies littering the ground around her. Growling she barked up at the person, or object, that caused this mess. Cause honestly, she could have run head first into a fucking pole they were so sturdy. She wasn't even going to comment on how the entire process of falling over on her ass was entirely her fault. "Ouch! Watch where you're going." Izumi rubbed her head with a free hand as she continued to sit there on the ground like an idiot, waiting for the world to stop spinning. When her vision finally came to, she was able to take in the sight of the person she ran into - but totally wasn't taking the blame for.

Rosefell High.

Sitting there listening to Henderson drone on - which to be honest, his speeches were never the worst, but that oxy was really taking effect and if he wasn't gonna be loopy, he was definitely going to fall down the drowsy route. Pulling out his phone he began to surf insta, snap, twitter and reddit - his normal go-tos; and since he was at it, might as well post a little something something for his "followers". He had to laugh out loud at that thought, as if he had some kind of following. It was mainly the Knights and the Saints. Of course with the few exceptions here and there.

Insta Post

"Ffffffuck..." he grumbled as he stood up, stretching his long ass limbs as everyone began exiting the auditorium, heading to their designated classes. Kicking off the new year as dutiful cows to slaughter. He shook his head, taking inventory of his choices for the day.

"It's not like shit is gonna get done today..." he tried to reason with himself as to whether or not he was going to skip or join in on the rest of his fellow inmates. "However, I'm probably gonna crash soon and I didn't bring the mom-mobile to pass out in..."

Regardless of the options he was weighing under his breath, his feet moved of their own accord and dragged him to his first class, English. It was filling up quite quickly, despite others loitering in the halls, waiting until the last minute before dashing to their classes once the warning bell would sound. Instead of heading in the room, he waited outside the door, just leaning against the wall. He took notice of his friends and their interactions. People watching was one of the best things to do while in high school, might as well utilize the close proximity.

Daze looked to be in a huff about something, Jules didn't seem like she was in a much better mood. 'Probably something to do with one another,' he thought with a sigh. Ah, the joys of siblings. As he thought more about it, he shook himself clear of idle watching everyone so that he could duck into his homeroom in order to avoid catching his brother's gaze and having him pester him about his shiner.

As he made it into the room, he took to the back of the class, squeezing into those tiny contraptions of fake wood and metal - this shit was gonna totally fuck with his growth - if he had anymore to grow. Waiting for the rest of the class to arrive, and the teacher too for that matter, Lance took to laying his head down on his crossed arms that rested on the desk top. He had a feeling that the day was going to drag on, in the worst way possible.

Rosefell High.

_{Outfit of the day Daze right}

_{Mentions of Sam, Rich, Artie, Jordan, Jules, Joey}

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Daze was, for a lack of a better word, in a daze during the entirety of the useless assembly. Simmering with the knowledge that everyone else was being placed on the back burner, yet again, in favor of the football team. Which, let's face it, good looking men - not the most skilled. At least she was sitting with her friends and fellow Round Table members, otherwise she would have thrown a right old fit there in the bleachers. Most definitely embarrassing her twin in the process. 'Not a bad idea though...'

As the assembly of RoseHell High came to an end and others were shuffling around, Sam and Rich began delving into conversations; expecting her to chime in with her opinions. "I mean, yrah, I think it's fucking lame that the arts program is getting fucked while football reigns supreme - sorry Artie," she turned around behind her on the bleachers to place a hand on his knee, "But Red here isn't wrong about the home ec stuff either... some people clearly need it," Daze was not shy in hiding her pointed glares at the school's resident little rat as he walked by chatting it up with his potential victims friends.

Daze shot Sam a look that spoke volumes when Artie started talking about making get togethers a weekly thing; mainly because he mentioned a game night, all in the hopes of keeping it "tight". Daze couldn't help but smirk and shake her head. Daze wanted nothing more than to kick it with the most important people in her life and they did, over the summer. It was definitely going to be a little harder now that the school year was kicking off. Especially with all these new mandatory classes and sports teams demanding everyone's attention.

"What the fuck did I do?!" Daze responded incredulously at her sister's accusation. "Wha? Psht OK. So it was one, two - OK a few times," she caved under her twin's gaze, "Where you wanted to go home and I kept you out longer. But you were royally compensated with forcing me to endure awful, awful Disney sugary concoctions every 10 fucking minutes when we went." The pain in her face and tone should have spoke volumes to those around them. It was an awful time - but maybe not as bad as Daze made it out to be. Yes, they had a blast, but Jules did pay her back by requiring them to try all the desserts they could at every shop from every park. To say it made her sick was an understatement.

Daze swore off sweet for 3 months after that!

When their fearless Red Knight of a leader mentioned Joey, whatever sickness in Daisie's stomach vanished and was replaced by something a little different. "He's not weird," it was like her mouth was working on autopilot at this point, "Just, different s'all." She trailed off, grabbing her shit and started walking down the bleachers and out towards the hall of lockers, desperately trying to get outta the situation of talking about her ex.

"How 'bout those schedules, hmm? Cause I'm with Rich - if I don't have classes with you fuckers, I riot."

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

_{Trampoline — SHAED Jauz Remix
MyBoi — Billie Eilish TroyBoi Remix
yes & no — XYLØ
Scrawny — Wallows
Ugly — Jaira Burns
Say My Name — David Guetta, Bebe Rexha, J Balvin
when the part's over — Lewis Capaldi cover
Love Lies — Khalid, Normani
Attack of the 60 ft Lesbian Octopus — Does It Offend You, Yeah?
Rasputin — Boney M.}

happy 2020 y'all

Meadow Ridge Institute

Mornings always started with a run. It wasn't a question of if he wanted to or not. He didn't get that luxury. Not if he wanted to be the best and make it to the Olympics. Rin wouldn't stop until his goal was reached and in order to get there he needed to run. Building up hiss lung capacity, strengthening his legs and calves, flexing hiss core - all necessary on land as it is in the water. Rin made sure to streamline his body in every way possible. There are no shortcuts for him.

He returned back to his home after an hour of running around in the early morning darkness. He showered and changed before making himself some breakfast. Something small - bacon, sausage, eggs, toast lathered in butter and jelly and of course a glass of milk. In record time he had inhaled his breakfast and was soon biding his sister and mother a 'goodbye' and heading off to catch the train bound for Meadow Ridge.

While aboard he noticed a lot of the other passengers were also Meadow students, new and old alike. Rin couldn't keep his grin to himself as he scanned the car of all the people there. He could spot the new ones with how nervous or anxious they seemed, fidgeting with their newly pressed uniforms, adjusting the straps on their bags. While he and the other returning veterans were spaced out and just enjoying the relatively quiet ride to school before it all became too real. This was their last year. His last year. Before moving on to university levels. And that much closer to his life goal. If his run didn't get his blood pumping this routinely thought did the trick and as soon as those train doors opened up for the Meadow ridge platform, he was out of there, bolting down the concreted pathway towards the front gate.

Checking over the flyers posted along the walls - both inside and outside of the institute - Rin had made his way to the auditorium for a brief moment, listening to Headmaster Ichikawa's speech, before ducking out and strolling around until he came across Coach Ukai - the men's coach for gym and sports in general. Poor dude was pulled in all directions. Walking up to the man he raised a hand in greeting, the other still snug in his pocket, "Yo!"

"Oh," Ukai turned, blank registration papers in hand, before setting them on the table and greeting the young man in return, "Rin! Great to see you again. Ready for the new swim year?" A beaming smile towards his swim captain. He knew that Rin held the potential to go all the way, but he also knew that the kid needed to relax and enjoy himself a lot more too.

"Heh, you know it, Coach!" His big toothy, shark like grin making an appearance. Glancing around at the now sudden noise he turned back to the older male, leaning against the wall behind the tabled booth, "You'd think with as successful as Meadow is, they could afford to give you a break and hire another coach - even just one more person, ya know?"

Ukai just chuckled at his student and ran a hand through his hair, "Who knows kid, maybe they'll throw me a bone this year. One can only hope." And with that, Rin was off checking out the booths, watching the new students faun over the older students with heart filled eyes or scrambled to go join up with clubs before they filled. It brought back fond memories and he didn't even try to hold back his chuckle.

This was going to be his year.