Posts by Silent_Lullaby

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Rin prowled in through the front school doors, bag being carried over her shoulder. She normally never got to school early. She grunted as she realized that no one was yet here. She strolled in, looking up at the office's clock. It read 6:48, but school didn't start until eight. She let out an exhausted sigh, peering down to her watch to see it had been set back an hour. "D@mn time.." She growled to herself. She mentally facepalmed before deciding to take a trip to her classroom. After that, it was a mystery. "Even now I can't get used to this human world." She muttered, sweeping glances down the halls. Her footsteps echoed which had made her uneasy with her presence. She picked up her pace.

Making it to the hallway of her classroom, she let her bag drop to her side. Her footsteps seemed to echo even louder. Upon arriving at the doorway, she practically jumped. "S-Sosuke? You come to school early?" She asked, her body jerking back in a shocked manner. It took a moment before she was able to collect her and begin traveling to her seat which was the last desk closest to the back classroom door.

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Sayuri Ito[hr]

"She's lonely."
"She's a clumsy mess."
"No wonder she has no friends. I mean, who'd hang with her?!"
"Quiet! If she hears you, she'll expel you with her father's money."

Sayuri is a laughing stock at her high school, though she's feared. All chatting goes behind her back, where she can't pinpoint. Even though she can hear their tweeting, she lets their wings batter by. Sayuri is a quiet, shy girl. She hardly ever gets down in the dumps. She's always got a smile on her face and cheerful glowing eyes. She wants to take a stand for herself, but the last time she made a friend, they had to leave. Not because of her, but family issues, though she was rumored to be Sayuri's cause.[hr]

[color=pink]Nothing's new for Sayuri. Days go on, and she has yet to stand for herself. She's lost in a trance full of fear she'll be hated even more. It isn't until her side for love peeks out from behind the corner. A new year begins, and this time there's a new boy. To Sayuri, he's a prince she reads about in her books. Mainly, from afar, his charming looks. She thinks it's some chapter where the prince dashes by on his horse to meet the princess of the castle, but it's just the beginning to a lasting motive. That prince stops at her village, unaware of the castle in the distance. With a simple bump, she falls madly in love for the new boy.
[color=white]You will be playing the boy character, unless there's a change and someone wants to rp a GxG (totally fine with).

Yeah, that's a fine form. c:[hr]
Sayuri sighed, gripping her backpack strap tightly. Even though she was smiling, it stung just a bit inside to think she may have to go another year being the laughing stock of the school. She hurried into the school with determination it'd be a better year. The moment her first step hit the school's floor, she was given looks. "How annoying, she's here again." Mumbled another kid. A bit ashamed in herself for thinking this year would be any better, she shrugged off the comment and quietly walked to her shoe locker.

After trading out her home shoes with her school shoes, she grabbed her bag and hurried for her first hour. Only then when she was making her way out of the area, she realized everyone's attention was turned to the front doors. "Who's he?" One student whispered. Sayuri curiously peered from behind the lockers, yet she couldn't see anything with being so short. She stood on her tip toes, but only managed to make out silver hair. She grunted as she realized this was wasting time. She turned heel and scurried off down the halls.

Sayuri squeaked and stumbled back in surprise to the collision. She wasn't the best at paying attention, so she always seemed to be in a pickle at random times. Before gripping her nerve, she bowed. "S-Sorry!"
She gazed up to the figure, her breath catching in her throat. She hadn't noticed a male like him before. He must be new. She silent thought, feeling a tad bit guilty for suddenly making an appearance like this. Taking another glimpse of the male, she noticed his dissimilar colored eyes. This made her cheeks heat up. He didn't have the normal color of hair around, but it fit him. Realizing she had only been staring upon him, she smacked her gaze down to the school's flooring. "Yes, I- I'm fine." She mumbled softly. She gripped her bag nervously. She felt confused among herself. Is she supposed to say something else?
"Are you o-" She was interrupted by a small shove. It wasn't enough to slam her into the wall or make her lose her footing, but it was enough to get her out of the way before the man. A blonde, another one of the unusual, had addressed her presence to the male. Sayuri silently notified herself it was her chance to break away.

You can go ahead and make your character. ^^

Before Sayuri could break apart from the growing crowd, the voice had made her stop in her tracks. Had he stood up for her? The thought made her weary, yet gleeful. While she stood there, she didn't notice him joining her again until he said something. It made her jump and suddenly her wide eyes were entirely on him. The grin he had made began to make Sayuri blush.
"Roman.." She repeated, as if it were a message to the brain that it had to be super glued. She began to ease up more, a bright smile of her own sharing her emotions. "Sayuri Ito." She told him with comfort.

Iroha's boots thumped on the tiled flooring as she trailed after the line of blood leading to the grand doors further ahead. Only one out of the two ten-foot long doors were finger-length opened. Blood was splattered and still dripping around the ballroom to the mansion she and Shadou were investigating in. Bodies were lying cold almost every inch around the room, their heads all missing. After seeing blood and corpses for mainly her entire life, this was nowhere near crucial. "Shadou, check around the mansion for anything suspicious and deal with any eyewitnesses or anyone in the perimeter." She ordered, continuing to the doors she was deeply curious of.

Sayuri felt struck for forgetting about mentioning it. She grew pale the more she stood there silently. "Er.. It's just that," She fiddled with her dress uncomfortably. "I don't get along with anyone." Sayuri shrugged, smiling innocently up at Roman. She questioned if he'd leave her side when word gets out that she was the daughter to some "unfair" rich man.
[color=red]Sayuri hoped to buy herself some time by digging through her bag, checking for the hundredth time for her books. She knew she had everything she needed, but she grew nervous to tell Roman about her father. She knew he'd figure it out eventually, but it still irked her.

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Ayame was dressed in her usual cozy outfit for the fall air. Simple black leggings that hugged her legs comfortingly, a soft white sweater, a cozy black scarf, and knee-high boots. She was on her way to deliver papers to the office, but as she strolled down the empty hallways she had noticed something out of the corner of her eye through the window. She stopped to lean against the window to see if she weren't mistaken. She felt small excitement to see him, but felt the need to stay weary.
Ayame handled the papers before hurrying off to the courtyard doors. She hopped in with a fast speed walk. "Takeshi, aren't you going to get a cold?" She whispered through gritted teeth as if staying quiet- which she was. She took another brief scan around and after knowing it was safe she stalked forward towards the male.

"Takeshi.." Ayame stopped, a shock of sympathy roaming through her emotions. She bit her lip, looking down to her extra jacket she hardly uses unless she's dying from the cold. Without hesitation, she threw it to Takeshi. "I like to see you well, you know." She mumbled, crossing her arms to keep herself from releasing anymore of her own heat.

--Gotcha. ^^
Ayame clicked her tongue as she watched Takeshi walk off, guilty slowly nipping at her. They've been friends far more than she could remember, and since the beginning of high school they've been parting ways. This was all because she was finally able to fit in. Ayame nibbled on her lower lip as she glanced down to the ground. It was all her fault for practically losing grip of her long-term friend. About ten minutes of blaming herself and being lost in thought, the courtyard doors blasted open to reveal a long-haired blonde. "Yo, Ayame! C'mere!" Ayame's eyes were caught up in the female's unnatural look that she hardly heard the command. She hurried back, following Alice inside. The moment they were inside, the blonde whipped around and crossed her arms, giving Ayame an up-and-down protocol look. You didn't have to see to feel Alice's displeased glare. "Ugly again, Ayame. Geez, you can't wear the same thing you've already worn this year." Then, all of a sudden, both Alice and Ayame began to break into giggles. "Kidding, but shouldn't you be wearing makeup? Mizuki already told you every girl needs makeup to get the guys." Alice commented, beginning to walk off down the hallway. The only thing Ayame did was follow and shrug.
"I don't need makeup." Ayame replied casually. At that moment, Alice stopped in her tracks and gaped up at her. With a unapproved sigh, she shook her head and continued on. Along the way, Ayame could have sworn she had seen someone familiar, but shrugged it off. Along the path of silence, she went back to her thoughts in the courtyard. Does Takeshi still think they were friends?

The morning quickly began to pick up it's pace as school began. Ayame joined her crowd for breakfast. Mizuki, the practical leader of the gang, was a bit late to the table due to 'business' she had to attend to with another student. Pretty much, the girl who got chewed out by Mizuki also got a forecast of syrup. Ayame sighed as she watched the tragedy happen. She grew immune to these types of things. She'd due it, blame another student, and because she was rich-go-happy-girl, she got away with it 24/7. When Mizuki finally joined the table satisfied, I noted to apologize to the girl later like always. "So," The squeaked voice of our "wonderful" leader snapped everyone's attention, "I saw Ichi sexually trying to flirt with Mr. Moroyama yesterday." Her comment made Ayame choke on her orange juice. Even Alice seemed to prize the fact that this was some new information which seemed about ridiculous.
"Ichi? Sexual? C'mon, Miz, that's lame." Alice mumbled, taking a mouthful of her french toast. Sieji, the second-to-most popular boy at our table, began to laugh quietly, which earned some the table's attention. One thing Ayame knew from the start was that Seiji never laughed.
"That could pass as believable since Ichi is the top nerd of this school, somewhat like Aya over there," Seiji glanced over towards Ayame to which she just glared back, "but maybe you should rephrase that to where it doesn't sound like you've made it up. Like always, Mizuki." He flavored his words with venom. Another thing Ayame made through from the beginning of knowing him: Seiji didn't really like Mizuki. Immediately after his comment, Mizuki burst out of her chair and aimed daggers into his soul. "Are you implying I only say rumors? At least I don't trash myself to all those sl~ts like you do!" She screeched which began to make her the center of the cafeteria. Seiji shook his head with disappointment.
"Whatever you say, doll; but maybe check yourself out before trying to bite. I don't want a disease, you know." And with that, Mizuki grunted and zipped out of the room. Alice looked to me wide eyed before turning and lecturing Seiji. Ayame only smirked under her skin. It felt like Seiji had removed a layer of anger. Ayame stood and said her goodbyes with everyone at the table before leaving to attend first hour. On her way there, she saw Takeshi, and instantly she felt her guilt rise again. She noticed him drawing, but didn't notice that she was just standing there and staring from afar.

"Ayame!" Alice called as she bumped into her side to grab her attention. Ayame had made the wrong move and was hesitant to face the girl. She smiled at Alice, but obviously the blonde found what she was staring at. She smirked and peered up at Ayame, to which she gulped in reaction.
"W-What?" She asked. Alice only shook her head and jumped to the side, to where she clung onto an annoyed Seiji's arm. Ayame giggled and turned around to look for Takeshi, only to find a leftover pile of torn up papers. She frowned at this and decided she'd just go to class now.

Ayame was the only one in the classroom due to arriving too early. She clicked her tongue and seated herself, shuffling through her papers to get ready for class anyways. Her book, homework, and other necessities. She slumped down onto the desk and looked out the window with boredom. Why did I get here so early?

Ayame grew impatient with waiting for class to begin. She pulled out her phone and discovered she had a good fifteen minutes until class actually started. She groaned and got out of her chair and headed for the door. "Might as well get some air while I can." She mumbled to herself as she opened the door to reveal empty hallways. Everyone was hanging out in the cafeteria, bathrooms, or outside. She stalked towards the staircase and headed up.

After a good minute or two, she reached the door to the rooftop. She pushed it open and was immediately whipped with a cold breeze. She smiled slightly but soon enough got immune to it. The moment she actually stepped away from the door, her eyes widened. Just ahead she saw Takeshi. Not knowing what to do at that moment, she stood there frozen. Maybe it looked like she was following him? Does she look like a stalker?!

-XDD Same.
Ayame bit her lower lip and stalked forward, walking ahead to lean on the railing to the rooftop. She ignored his question and clutched the railing as if it would calm her. Right now, her heart seemed to bounce, mainly because she was afraid he'd just walk off on her again. She didn't look at him. "Are you alright?" She asked quietly, her hair flying out beside her due to the wind. The cold had made it's way to her cheeks and hands, the freezing railing not helping at all. Still, she stood there leaning on the railing and looking over the other buildings. She began to nibble on her lip again.

-XD
Ayame felt herself stiffen at the silence. When she finally got her answer, she whirled around. Her entire body flooded with sudden pain to his stabbing words. As soon as Takeshi began for the door, she lost control of herself and darted for him. She snatched his hand, hoping to stop him from leaving. She wanted him to look at her in the eyes and truthfully tell her that he was fine. She took a tiny risk of thinking he was one hundred percent not OK, mainly getting the real answer from the tone he said it in. "You're not!" She shouted, shocked by herself. Her eyes widened as she finally caught up to herself and she let his hand drop. She looked down to her boots to cover her eyes. "Sorry.." She whispered quietly, to the point almost no one could hear. If a rough breeze blew when she said it, then there would have been no way of hearing her. Standing there, Ayame was drowning in guilt. She had seen Takeshi throughout high school, only feeling guilt to see him. They were long term childhood friends and she bailed on him when she cut out for the popular. "I'm sorry.." She whispered again, suddenly feeling her eyes stinging. She turned around, slightly hoping he would leave so she could drown in tears of the sudden pestering emotions, but also she hoped he would stay to comfort her like the past whenever she would get hurt. She used her sleeve to hold off the tears.

Ayame waited until she heard the door shut until she walked up against the wall beside the door to begin crying. It took the entire time until class begun for her to cool down. When she got to class, she displayed her usual smile to everyone. Throughout class, she couldn't help but think of Takeshi's words. Worrying about him isn't for the best? This punctured Ayame. Did he not trust her anymore? Another thought made her heart speed and begin to worry more. Seiji, who was sitting at the table beside her, caught her attention with a wave. "You good?" He whispered as the teacher was talking and writing on the board. Ayame smiled to him and waved him off. "Yeah, it's nothing." She didn't want to drag him into her worries.

-Was thinking of making Takeshi jealous x3 And maybe the party could be down the street from his house?
Ayame spun her pencil in her fingers, half of her attention on the teacher and half of it outside along with her thoughts. She tried to piece together the puzzle that was laying right before her. Is she already too late to tell him sorry (haha XD)? While she was distracted, she hadn't realized the paper Seiji slipped under her notebook until class had ended and she was gathering up her things. She read the note, lifting an eyebrow in curiosity.
Wondering if u could make it to the party w/ me on Friday night? I'm positive Alice had invited you already. Ayame read the note quickly and uneasily.