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The Farmhouse (two idea variations)

I love the first idea.

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By the way, if Kurogane refers to you as 'trash', don't get offended.

Or you can. He won't really care either way. xD

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Kurogane shrugged once, indifferently, towards the first question, still thinking about that specific problem. As for the second question..."As the president of the Kendo Club, I have to atleast teach one lesson each week." He explained simply, resting his hands in the pockets of his slacks as he began heading towards the exit. It was known, throughout the school, that he could easily leave the academy and go to a rich and wealthy military academy, that promoted sword training and martial arts, but - mostly as a fuck-you to his father, Kurogane stayed here, opting to simply make the Disciplinary Committee, as a means of boredom alleviation until he could go home for another strenuous day underneath his father's rule. That would change soon, however...When he's crowned the Heir of the Hazekage clan, he would have complete reign over the clan's proceedings, the business, and his future. Guess who would be getting exiled from family grounds?

As the two entered the hallways, which were, interestingly enough, devoid of life, Kurogane finally glanced up, crimson eyes hidden under locks of fiery red hair. "The roof." The breeze and wind would feel good, and he often rested there, just absorbing the sun and air...eating lunch there would be magnificent. Especially if his sister had done what he think she'd done, and prepared his meal. Fresh fruit and vegetables sounded good. He headed up the stairs, Megumi beside him. He noted, from the corner of his eyes, how other students would peek from their classroom, planning on sneaking out, until they caught notice of the cold siblings; thus were their reputations at this Academy. They made for an intimidating duo, with their matching, flaming red hair and eyes, and the eternally heartless aura that seemed to surround them.

They stepped onto the roof, Kurogane easily sliding the door open.

A skipper is what greeted them.

"Hn..."

His normally small, apathetic frown was a minor scowl. Why did trash have to interrupt nice lunch-breaks?

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Yeah it's fine. They look relatively the same, so as the whole 'picture reference' thing, I'll use this. ^^ Thanks for the effort.

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Due to me being a stickler, I wanted to do it myself. Lol, would this work?

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Heh, it's actually art. But hold on; I'll change the pic in a bit. Been looking around for other ones, actually.

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Name: Garren Scallder Age: 21 Appearance: Garren is tall, standing at around 6 feet exact or so, with a compact, lean, and defined build that shows that he exercises daily, wherever his past life lied. His hair is a deep brown, while his skin possesses a fair complexion - neither tanned, nor overly pale. He carries himself well, with shoulders back and eyes straight. Speaking of eyes; they are, by far, some of the oddest ones. A yellow...or is it golden? Amber? Whatever, his eyes are that distinct color, with an almost...slitted pupil. It could just be a genetic mutation, or maybe just the trick of the light. It's best not to dwell. When he awoke, Garren awoke with a v-necked, white t-shirt, a light, tan colored jacket with black edgings and a hood, along with lightly torn jeans and combat boots. Occupation: Courier Personality: Garren is a sharp-witted, confident young man with a cool demeanor and a level-headed mind. Sarcasm is on the tip of his razor-sharp tongue. He deals with situations without breaking a stride, although his patience isn't a strong-suit, and often times he could snap in anger whenever someone goes to great lengths to piss him off. Often, when things goes his way, he gains a smirk that has swooned many a women in the past; apparently, his personality, and rougish good looks made him a charmer in a past-life. Who'd known? Let nobody say that Garren isn't a crafy sunnavabitch, however. Guy could make a proton cannon out of three sheets of scrap metal and a vulture's egg. That's besides the point. He's resourceful, cool-headed, smart, and has a pretty volatile temper if you push him; that's the gist of things. History: Garren comes from a time of heavy tension - approximately 2452, as far as the specific date is concerned. He was born underneath an average mother and father, got into some trouble, and stole his dad's hover-bike at the age of sixteen, after having to escape a bunch of smugglers that he had accidentally walked in on. As laser bullets blasted around him, Garren flipped the bike's light-speed mode and promptly blasted out of the country, into unfamiliar territory. There, he had no name, no history, and promptly, he got a job delivering packages in between different states, using his dad's hover-bike as a means of transportation. That's all, really; in his history, he was a courier, that had to escape some sticky situations, make some hair-rising deals, bang some hot women, and generally live life.

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Durrrr Do we post our characters in the 'Characters' tab, or no?

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That works just as great. ^^

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If they don't see him, there's no worries. If they do see him...well, he better have a hall-pass.