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Posted a shitty post. Not to be mistaken with a shit post! I'm not really feeling writing right now, so I unfortunately couldn't muster enough motivation to write anything for Akira and Mika, so their adventures will come at a later date.
When class ended, Sato found himself without an idea as to what he should do. No Archery, he didn’t feel like getting together with any friends, and he didn’t feel like loafing around his home for the rest of the day. It took him a few moments, as he leaned back into his seat, to remember that Drama meets on Tuesdays, and the day was in fact Tuesday. The teen groaned in response to the recollection, but in truth, there wasn’t anything he’d rather be doing. It was… refreshing, in an odd sort of way, to get into the Drama crowd. Hamada was certainly an interesting leader, the actual content of the club was enjoyable, and the people he met there were decent enough. Sato rose from his seats, collected his items together into a single pile, and made his way out from the classroom and over to the auditorium where Drama met.
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Upon entering, Sato immediately noticed that the room felt more spacious due to the tables and chairs stacked and placed next to the walls. Hamada had just finished putting up the final chair when Sato had walked in, and the boy soon found a comfortable spot in the slowly increasing crowd of people in the middle of it. Some familiar faces came in as well— the most recognizable being the recently-met Sieghardt. He considered going over and talking to the red-head, but he decided against it when Leiko Hamada begun to talk to club’s entirety. A stack of papers was passed around, and as people circulated the sheets throughout themselves, Hamada went on to recap the last meeting’s events and to explain what she was intending to get accomplished in the next while, as well as what they were to be doing in a little bit. ‘Working on dialogue,” as she said. What ‘dialogue’ was actually supposed to mean in this kind of context, Sato had no clue, but he figured it to be unimportant. Hopefully someone would explain or the demonstration Hamada was about to give would give some good perspective on what it was going to specifically be. Sato considered volunteering to be Hamada’s partner in this demonstration, but he decided that his lack of both ability and knowledge of what’d he’d be doing seemed like it’d be detrimental to the purpose of a demonstration. As in, that it wouldn’t demonstrate things well. Luckily, someone volunteered after a lengthy silence, and that person was Sieghardt. Drama queen with an equally as dramatic queen. Sato took a more comfortable stance as a smile formed on his lips. It was sure to be an interesting duo to be sure.
Sent you that PM you wanted, Sho. I'll post something tommorow as well.
I'll just wait for Kissu to post for Drama Club before I do anything.
For reference, can the creator of clubs please send me the weekly schedules for their clubs? Thanks.
Like, through PM? Because I'll just say here that Archery meets on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Unless you just wanted PMs on the topic to be open...?
Welp, I'm done now. So uh, I guess that just leaves the only open thing left as that manga club scene, which apparently someone will wrap up next post? >>Que Timeskip
Sato Hashimoto /// Warakuma High, Main Entrance
After awkwardly shaking Sato’s hand and confirming that he did in fact attend Warakuma High, Sieg stopped to question if Sato was really okay, though Sato merely shook his head and ran a hand over the side of his neck. “Yeah, I’m okay, seriously.” The red-headed boy continued after his affirmation, going on to detail what club he was in at Sato’s asking of it. When he heard that this Sieghardt guy was a member of the drama club, Sato raised an eyebrow and began to focus on the boy’s words harder. Based on the way he talked, it wasn’t too farfetched to believe that someone like him would be a part of the drama club, where people like Leiko Hamada thrived. After saying his regards, Sieg stepped away to leave. “Laters. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow too…” Sato’s words trailed off as Sieg made his way presumably home, leaving the teen rather alone, in an uncomfortable way. There was an off-putting silence, and Sato merely stood there a while before sounds came from the nearby archery range. People were starting to leave the range, bunched in groups of friends. All the students were too far away to recognize beyond basic body shape, and it lead Sato to wonder where the people Sato knew where. Were they still in there, diligent enough to stay back and clean up? Though, either way, he was already gone to all of them and it made no sense to stay, so Sato turned on his heel and started walking back to his house. Upon arriving home, Sato threw his shoes to the side and scurried up the stairs and into his room, tossing the books he still managed to carry into the corner of the room. The boy took a few steps towards his bed before collapsing onto it, half his body on and the other holding itself up from the floor. Now that he had nothing else to feel, the weird burning feeling on his hand became more prominent and he recalled Sieg’s words. “Get your hands some attention.” Sato pushed himself up from the sheets with the base of his palm. “Don’t want any infections now.” Sato shuffled back out into the hall and over to the nearest sink. Upon fiddling with the tap, cool water spread over the dead skin and uprooted flesh beneath. It stung a tiny bit at first before turning into a smooth nothing. When the nothing became cold, Sato withdrew his hands and stopped the flow of water. As he made his way back to his room and onto his bed (making sure to close the door behind him), the teen went over tomorrow in his head. Classes as per usual and then Drama Club. While he had already attended a meeting already, it wasn’t a real meeting and he wondered they would get into the meat of things that early. Part of him hoped so, but another part felt a pang of regret for joining Drama. His thoughts on the topic continued until his eyes failed to keep open and his consciousness slowly faded until there was nothing but black.
Cool. Just let me get one last post up in a few hours and you can skip to the next day, Sho.
@Oblivion666 I did that post thing in response to your post thing. Short and not really sweet, just the way I like it.
Sato Hashimoto /// Warakuma High, Main Entrance
After he had gathered himself a bit and gotten back up onto his feet, Sato noticed an unfamiliar boy standing in front of him. The books he had just dropped were being held out to him, all gathered in a haphazard manner. Papers were mixed into all the wrong places, and it guaranteed an evening of reorganization. Sato shook his head though, for he found himself feeling rude, having just given a frown to this boy that bothered to clean up the mess he had made from tripping. Sato slipped his hands underneath the stack the student held out to him and pulled them towards himself. He tucked the books under his arm, just like he had done before the fall, and then extended his free hand out to the boy. “Thanks, Sighard.” He paused a bit, wincing at how he kinda flubbed up saying ‘Seighardt’. It took him a moment to continue, as he was unsure of what to say next. “That was uh… ah, embarrassing. Thanks for picking up what I dropped. I’m Sato Hashimoto, a third year here at Warakuma High. Obviously.” Just as he finished talking, he realized that his hand was rather… unappealing to shake, considering the torn skin revealing the tender flesh beneath it, and he momentarily withdrew it before sticking it out again for no reason. “So, uh, you go here, right?” It felt wrong to not make conversation, but it also felt increasingly stupid to pry about this random guy he’d never even seen before. “Are you in any clubs or anything so far? It’s a pretty popular thing to do here, being in clubs and whatnot.
I have multiple things I need to do for this RP, but I'm just... Naaah rn. I'll do it later tonight, for I have super important things to do, like deal with Teddie's shit in PQ. #shitposting #becauseShowantedshitposting
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