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OOC: As far as I know, Cora an Nate joined the Host Club and are chatting with Re. Hana entered the room and is meeting up with James. Anything I leave out, guys? o:
IC: Hana blinked twice at James. "I wasn't even aware that a Host Club was even available at this school," she replied quietly. "Are you a Host?"
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OOC: o: Oh. Alright. xP Sorry for leaving that out.
IC: Hana caught glances of each of the tall guys in the large room. She decided that she would try out being a guest at the Host Club, just to see what is could be like. "May I schedule a appointment as a guest?" she queried James.
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OOC: While I read Hello's post, my brain instantly inserted Kyoya's voice. c:
IC: Hana's gaze traveled from the boys among her. "D-do I have to pick?" she asked, laughing nervously. "You all seem to be difficult options to choose from."
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OOC: c:
IC: "I guess I'd like to fit in some time with James and Ace," she explained to Re. "I-If there's room, of course." She turned to face the two hosts. "That is your names, correct? My name is Hana."
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"I-It's a pleasure to meet you as well," Hana stuttered, her cheeks turning a very light pink. She swallowed as she watched his mischievous grin.
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"O-okay!" Hana stammered. She wasn't always so hesitant about boys, but perhaps this Host Club could get her over some fears. She glanced down at her hand, which was wrapped within his own.
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Hana plopped down into the comfortable chair. "So what are some of your hobbies?" she managed to ask after a short pause.
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"You must be pretty close with Ace, huh?" Hana had said, more or a statement than a query. She placed her hands in her lap.
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Hana decided to move onto another conversation topic that was related to the club. "How long have you been in the Host Club?" she asked quietly.
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Hana watched and listened to Re as he spoke. She caught notice of the black book in his hand, and remembered that he had written something in there before. "I'm guessing you keep track of everything happening," she told Re. "Perhaps you are the Vice-President of the Club?"
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OOC: Imma have my charrie jump in. oAo
IC: Hana approached the students as she heard them speaking about the Black Magic Club. "T-that's the door alright," she sputtered. "I've heard stories about them."
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Human Application
Name: Cho Amaya
Age: 16
Gender: F
Appearance: 
Personality: [No meet me's] Cho is usually anti-social, and is often found alone. She is aggressive and unfriendly if she is pushed to her limits. After she (eventually) opens up, she can be a considerate girl. Often reckless on a daily basis and gets stuck in tricky situations.
History (Optional): (Can't think of a great past xD) X
Your Dragon: Vulcan
Cabin #: 1
Crush: X
Other: Dragons in a Academy
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OOC: oAo Okai~ I saw the things you added on your post.
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OOC: Hopefully more people will join. This thread seems interesting. c:
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Cho was on her scarlet dragon's back as she approached the field. It was extremely large, which was obvious, since so many students with their creatures would be out there. As she stared in awe Vulcan was confronting the people in the center in the lot.
Vulcan's wings were folded on his side obediently while he carried Cho, his tiny friend, on his back. He wished he could fly about the field, hence the large space, but he knew better. Calmly, he wandered his way over to the center after noticing a couple people with their dragons.
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Cho noticed a girl (Kura) patting her dragon calmly. She smiled, knowing that people loved to care for their friends so carefully. "Hello," she told them while she remained on Vulcan's back.
Vulcan plopped down upon the grass in front of Zoch and nodded his head, almost a bow, in a tiny greeting. He opened up his wings to stretch, then folded them back up. He glanced at his surroundings as Cho talked.
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"My name is Cho. Cho Amaya," she introduced. "And this is Vulcan. His breath type is fire." She patted her dragon's neck and slid off his back. "What's your name?" she questioned with a curious arched brow.
Vulcan watched as Cho hopped off of him. His crimson scales glistened in the sunlight as it hit against his scales. He felt a comforted growl rise in his throat as the rays warmed his body.