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Post by Akito-sama on Dec 19, 2005 12:20:00 GMT -5
The school was busy, kids were bustling, and a thickness polluted the once thin air. Only a few kids could feel it, but to the Sohmas it was like strangling, gasping for air when none could be found. Yes, this thickness hovered around one teen, a young man that no-one there recognized, a young man named Akito.
Akito stood, or rather leaned, in the courtyard of the highschool, his matted hair brushed; revealing silky locks that hung a little past his ears. His grey eyes peered around at the students, disgust filling his veins at the sight of every ugly girl he saw pass him. Hanging around his gauntly thin hips were loose black pants, and framing his torso was a clingy black shirt, not tight enough to show his jutting ribs, but tight enough to give his fragile form some warmth. His soft, pale features tightened into harsh looks of disgust, and his eyes, yes, those heartless eyes, were filled with cold. He eminated pride, yet felt sickness. He looked clean, yet felt putrid. He tried to dismiss the revolting faces, and looked for his monster, or better yet, the flower.
((Excuse it's terrible shortness, I had a brain freeze...))
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Post by Haru on Dec 19, 2005 17:29:57 GMT -5
(I'm a tad bit slow today, this setting is where exactly? Which highschool, Kaibara?)
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Post by Akito-sama on Dec 19, 2005 17:32:02 GMT -5
((Yes))
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Post by Hana on Dec 19, 2005 17:32:37 GMT -5
(Would you mind if I joined this board, as well? ^.^ )
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Post by Akito-sama on Dec 19, 2005 17:33:19 GMT -5
(Actually, I'd love it!)
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Post by Haru on Dec 19, 2005 17:33:20 GMT -5
(Since that's settled and hopefully I won't be nearly as slow next time. May I join in?)
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Post by Akito-sama on Dec 19, 2005 17:33:51 GMT -5
((Sure!))
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Post by Hana on Dec 19, 2005 17:35:46 GMT -5
( Ah! *claps hands together happily* Great! Post on the way then! )
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Post by Akito-sama on Dec 19, 2005 17:36:50 GMT -5
((Yay! *Waits patiently*))
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Post by Hana on Dec 19, 2005 17:43:03 GMT -5
Hana walked silently through the halls, her hands clasped together and resting in front of her effortlessly. Her head was lifted, and her eyes seemed to be searching, sparkling with curiousity.
She had sensed some rather deliciously new electric signals, coming from this hall, it seemed to belong to a Sohma as well. She could just tell, the signals had an air of mystery about them which she couldn't exactly decipher completely.
Her violet eyes stopped on Akito, moving slowly over to him in a rather graceful manner, she stopped directly in front of him, her long braid moving with this motion. Her eyes seeming to bore into his, searching, searching for something, a clue perhaps, to figure out the mysterious puzzle of the Sohma's.
"Are you a Sohma?"She inquired in that emotionless voice of hers, though it was more of a statement as her dark pools studied him, showing no sign of fear, but curiousity and a bit of respect.
(Sorry for it being so short, XD I didn't know exactly what to put.)
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Post by Haru on Dec 19, 2005 17:49:24 GMT -5
The wheels to the well-known, yet, unknown bike skidded to a halt before the school. He didn't know why he'd decided to ride his bike to school, but, he got lost anyways. Why'd it have to be so confusing to get to the school? Couldn't they make a school closer to his house?
Anyways, the two-toned black and white hair on the boy's head was somewhat tousled from his quick pedaling and what not. His J-rock style attire set him apart from the rest, a black leather over-coat clung a tad bit loosely upon his somewhat thin upper torso, the trinkets found on every leather jacket also adorned this one. They glistened in the light and somewhat blinded others to the boy's face. His black leather pants were also a tad bit loose, allowing the black boots upon his feet to be seen.
Hatsuharu, or Haru for short, was definately a interesting character. He had a very short temper with some people and many thought of him as -well- slow. For the Sohmas, they sort of figured it was because of his zodiac sign, but, who really knew? Much less, who cared?
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Post by Akito-sama on Dec 19, 2005 17:51:46 GMT -5
Akito turned his pale face toward hers, a look of interest flicking past his pale features. His voice came out smoothly, calm, and matching the monotone Hana projected, "Perhaps I am, would you happen to know where I could find the other," He paused, resisting the urge to express his disgust for the family he headed, "Sohmas?" He asked her, voice staying pallidly monotone for all except the last word, which was infected with a drop of acid.
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Post by Hana on Dec 19, 2005 18:02:57 GMT -5
"So, you are a Sohma. I assume you're a very important member of the family, "She stated, ignoring his question for the moment, "from the way you talk, and the way your electric signals move about you."
She turned her head to the side, to gaze out the window, feeling Haru's electric signals nearby. They too, had a nice taste about them, the same air of mystery which made the Sohma's her favorite people to sense.
"I can only sense one of them, "She said softly, her voice coming out as smooth as velvet, " he just came. As for the others..."She shifted her gaze back towards him, "I do not know where they are, perhaps Tohru would know."
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Post by Haru on Dec 19, 2005 18:08:48 GMT -5
Walking around in his usual nonchalant manner, he came across Hana and (the name of the one who made most of the Sohma family cringed) Akito. He held his tongue for the time being.
He couldn't help but stare at Akito, he wondered why Akito was even present at the highschool. What was Akito trying to do? He looked at Hana and made a face, he didn't really like her, but, he didn't dislike her really. He was somewhere in the middle, he fgured.
Curious looking grey-ish colored eyes blinked with question, but, then an emotionless expression crossed the fifteen year old's face. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and even still remained quiet.
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Post by Akito-sama on Dec 19, 2005 18:11:44 GMT -5
Akito raised a supicious eyebrow at Hana, yet when that disgusting girl was mentioned, well, he couldn't restain himself from grimacing.
His voice kept it's cool tone, yet another emotion tacked itself on there, hatred. He lowered the tone of his voice and muttered, "So, how is the little flower doing?" He asked, trying to contain his disgust.
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