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Harmonica - (Fantasy Based RP)

Gavin jerked his head up in surprise, staring at the belligerent young woman in front of him. His eyebrows funneled into an confused line. "It was an accident. I don't see why you have to make such a big deal of it. Did I break a bone or something?"

His agitation reflected almost unconsciously on his wrist, the metal pooling into a single piece and slithering down into his hand, where it formed itself into an intricate knife. He held it loosely, letting it relax him somewhat as he looked up at her. "Although, if you really want to consider it a problem, I wanted to get a seat on the train. I don't particularly enjoy standing in crowds, so I got here as fast as I could. That's it." He frowned. "Hang on, I feel like I recognize you from somewhere. Have we met?" His thoughts instantly jumped back to what he was doing before and he sighed.

"See, I was chasing this boy. I wanted to see why he was running, y'know? But he got on the Sabore train, so I never did get to talk to him. What about you? You talk to a blonde kid with blue eyes and a bandana around his face?"

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Morning!

Harmonica - (Fantasy Based RP)

Gavin sighed as the boy doubled back around and headed for the Holotrains. He wouldn't be getting any answers today. With any luck, he'd see the boy again.

So, Ellexkir. Absolutely not. Not in a thousand years. Gavin was never the most, how to say it, intelligent boy. In fact, most argued that he was downright stupid. So the thought of being trapped in a district with a large quantity of intelligent people would make him feel not only inadequate, but also so very bored. Sabore was a bit more promising, but persistence was never Gavin's strong suit. He would constantly dart from one thing to another if he didn't feel like doing any particular thing anymore. No doubt he would be outcasted and shunned. He sighed. That left Ignori. Eccentricity he could do. He chuckled to himself and ran for the Ignori train, accidentally bumping into an older girl on the way.

"Sorry!" he called, sliding onto the train. The crowd was massive. By some miracle, he managed to find a seat instead of being one of those poor saps who had to stand for the ride.

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Second period was a strange thing, Sakaki reflected. One would expect the most people to be asleep in first period, just after waking up, but no, second period seemed to be the sleep capitol. Odd, she thought idly, but it has nothing to do with me.

Hearing an irritating scratching sound from her right, Sakaki swiveled in her seat. Of course, it's Alexi. She was pretty much the closest thing to a friend she had, but even then, she was more of a...somewhat tolerable acquaintance. Yes, that sounded about right. The scratching sound was a pencil moving across a page in the classroom, sketching out the form of a bird of some sort. Sakaki dropped her head to the desk once again, sighing softly. Where had that drawing gone? She had left it right there, and then poof! Gone. Everyone on campus was probably going to see it and laugh at her.

Reluctantly picking up her head, she turned once again towards Alexi. That annoying scratching sound was accelerating. It looked like the drawing was almost done.
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Haru smiled as the girl gave him back the book and introduced herself. He chuckled a little and rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry I was staring at you, I tend to do that to new people I meet. Don't take it personally, 'kay?"'

Walking out into the hallway, he carefully threaded his way through the crowds to second period. He was so close...SO CLOSE...when he was surprised by a piece of paper blowing against his face, sticking there from the aggressive wind that seemed to be threading through the windows from further down the hall. Gingerly plucking it away from his head, he looked down at it and smiled appreciatively. It was a nearly-finished manga sketch. Haru had read a few mangas in his spare time, so he recognized that it was pretty good. "Wonder who made it...?" he mused to himself, scanning the paper. It was very small, but in the top-right corner, he found the words "Kimura Sakaki" in very prim, proper print. Happy that he had finally gotten a lead, he decided to ask a third-year about it as soon as he could. Whistling merrily, he proceeded through the halls.

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Haru smiled wanly at the girl. "Nah, just have it for the period. I don't really need it, I can go off my notes for this class."

He unobtrusively slide her his book, opening his binder and stacking together a sheaf of note paper, casually flipping through them as the teacher lectured the class about dividing trinomials. Looking back to his left, he studied the girl's face. Nothing too remarkable, altogether pretty typical. Breaking off of his studying, he yawned mightily, grumbling faintly about getting more sleep. Then suddenly, out of nowhere...

Ding ding ding ding...Ding ding ding ding

Second period. Haru heaved a sigh. "Finally..." He stood up and turned, leaning himself onto the girl's desk.

"So, what's your name?"

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Hey, Alexi is 3rd year, right? Perhaps we could have some interaction between her and Sakaki?

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Haru wheezed as he finally slouched through the school gates, quite late. The bus wasn't running, so he'd had to walk, and being kinda...not very strong, he was out of breath and exhausted from the short walk.

"Huff...huff...I...huff..really need to...huff...get a little bit more...huff...fit..."

He half-slouched, half-crawled to the classroom and dragged himself into my seat, still panting heavily. As he crumpled into his seat, he inhaled and exhaled a huge sigh, glancing to his side. Seeing a girl with short brown hair sitting next to him, he smiled weakly before looking up, straight into the irritated eyes of the teacher.

Oh boy, here we go.

After a thorough chewing out, he yanked the heavy mathematics textbook out of his bookbag, grunting at the effort. He began to listen to the teacher's lecture, idly spinning a pencil on his fingers at high speed.

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Grey said
IIRC membership is closed, not new CSs.

Ohhhhhhh, I gotcha.

Name: Haru Yamaguchi
Age: 15
Grade: 1st Year
Appearance:
The picture doesn't get it across, but he's lanky and very thin, with very skinny arms and legs.
Bio: Haru is quite possibly the most typical of all people. He lived a typical childhood, has typical friends, etc., etc. The major difference is that he's very, very smart. He gets incredibly good grades, and pretty much every teacher ever likes him, since he's so studious and, well, mild mannered. 'Course, since he spends so much time reading and studying, he rarely exercises, or even eats, so he's fairly weak, clumsy, and quite underweight, weighing in at approx. 52 kg (114 lbs.)

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Illusion said
I was talking about setting a limit for total. And go for it! We could use a teacher. :DBy the way, my character being a first year isn't really working out considering the only other first year hasn't really been on here for a while. Dx

I would make another character, but the character making is closed, right?

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Sakaki nodded once at the girl and made her way back to her classroom, ignoring the surprised looks of her teacher and classmates.. Sakaki was NEVER late. She hadn't been since a quarter of the way through first year, when she had gotten up late and her mother had decided a little "discipline" had been in order. Sitting down quietly at her corner desk, she picked up her bag to remove the relevant textbook and notebooks, not noticing as a little sheet of lined notepaper fluttered to the ground, a gust of wind from the window carrying it out the door just before the teacher slammed it shut. Upon it was drawn a single sketch. The teacher began her daily drone again, just as she had the year before, and Sakaki slumped down on her desk, deep in thought. She was startled out of this state as she heard the boy that sat next to her, Hideyoshi Yukio, whispered over, "Hey, Kimura! What was that in the hallway?"

Of course, she thought. Make one gesture of sympathy and people hassle you about it for the rest of your life. Turning her head so she was looking at him, she stared at him levelly, before whispering back, "She needed help. I gave it."

Turning her head downwards, she expected the conversation to end.