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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
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Post by Hɪsᴀᴇ Yᴜʏ on May 17, 2015 17:32:34 GMT -5
Ｈｉｓａｅ Ｙｕｙ[ Music: ♫ ]
Footsteps that were as small, silent, and nimble as she, ascended upon a grand staircase of legal accidents in the hopes of fleeing from the turmoil that ignited in the lower levels of the prison compound she had just entered. That was the absolute definition of this school, one that she had willingly threw herself into without a care for the repercussions that would affect her because of her crude desire to create an interesting entrance. Hisae mused for a moment, however, for the main reason she entered this cage of true savages and alleged criminals, was far from interesting as it was wistful. This wistful reason controlled her for a moment, as it expelled all fears of being exposed to the hungry eyes of the big bad wolves who could easily tear her apart with their claws. It freely allowed her to stroll through the hallways with relative ease, her light-blue sash that tied into a ribbon on the back flowed lightly through the wind with elegance. The sounds of yelling, fists flying, and couples' lips smacking against each other died much to her relief.
Until her combat boots finally made their presence known as they thumped loudly against the hard floor of the level she had reached. Many students turned to gaze into her direction and she...well. There was no point, but to continue to walk, now was there?
She had to ignore the hoots and the looks of annoyance that were directed towards her, from idiots who were either stronger than her or probably one of the saner assholes who wondered why her style of clothing was so flashy and bright. She supposed in this high school, the only reason you would have for standing out in terms of fashion was if; you were mentally ill and needed attention to warm the numbness of your oh-so-neglected personal life due to the fact that no one wanted to bother taking care of you, you had an influential power that made your egoistical head inflate like that of a "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME♥" balloon that desperately needed to be popped, or maybe you didn't have an idea of what the hell you had gotten yourself into and needed a high time beating to get the general idea into your cranium. Perhaps, you were also very naive or stupid to think that just because you looked adorable, doesn't mean you can't be easily taken advantage of since no one would want to hurt your "little" feelings.
Or maybe she was also a pessimistic asshole just like the rest of them, but hid it better. In fact, the other (and more reassuring) possibility was that none of them really cared how fancily she dressed and was simply wondering if she was new. Probably to give her a few tips on how to survive because god knows, she was a simpleton who lacked common sense to avoid any area with yellow tape over the fences that formed layers of "X"'s over them--
She blinked for one fraction of a second, distantly recalling one of the things she thinks she was supposed to do the moment she walked past those large doors at the main entrance.
1. Meet Up With Himeko, You Dumbass. c:
Where am I again?
Carefully, her pale hands reached into the left pocket of the white-jacket she wore and she felt the dull crisp of paper she found. Pulling it out, she unfolded the cloud and stars stationary she wrote on, and puffed out her cheeks when her earlier thought turned out to be correct.
Wonderful, not only had she lost her best friend in the streets of New York City, burden one of the kinder students she had met from this high school to help her, but she also was now once again lost, because her sense of direction was messed up and she might fall prey to bullies with an insatiable blood-lust. She was no closer to finding her best friend, it was the only first fucking day, and now she was going to be--
Wait.
Himeko was her best friend.
She had known her for at least 8 years now, so she should have had an inkling of her whereabouts now.
What was one of Himeko's most favorite things in the world?
"No," Her voice bluntly cut across the FANTASY section of the library towards a rather obnoxious girl with breasts bigger than Hisae's own precious little head. Nothing personal, except the big-breasted whale was completely loud and not so discreet voice, made everything harder to focus and her frustration was becoming apparent. How could she have been wrong? She knew that Himeko was at school now and told her to meet up, so why..
Hm!
She went to explore the school without me, the meanie.
...That thought made her want to sulk now and she sniffled.
Oh, wait, I didn't tell her where exactly..
She brought a harsh slap to her head, so loud that it reverberated throughout the entire library, shocking some of the people present in that section to stare at her for the sudden action. One of them asked with a frown, "Um..Are you okay?" Unfortunately, she wasn't and waved them off with a smile that was slightly disheveled. Her head was dizzy and she felt a sharp ache in her skull from where the hit landed. Hisae turned away from the crowd of witnesses who looked about ready to leave the premises, themselves, and she titter tottered out of the FANTASY section. Such nice people for being so worried! she thought. What she could guess was "embarrassment" welled up in her cheeks and she grimaced.
Now, if only the legs she always paid special treatment to, could be as nice as them and get her to a damn chair. Or the nice cafe she was in earlier.
The library was large and well-furnished, no doubt, an established haven for the more weaker people in the school. Unless someone wanted to wreck even that...
She finally found the reading room of the library that had fewer people reading and more people leaving. Either to search for a new book, or perhaps, to return to their classrooms for whatever reason. She wasn't exactly paying attention to notice if there were any bells ringing, so she wouldn't know if there was any regular class schedule she had to follow. From what she had already gathered, this school was far from regular and by no means should she expect it to be simple. At this moment, she was confused and needed to rest somewhere before continuing to search again.
Hisae sighed, finding a lone seat by a table where there was one other occupant across from her. Her sky-blue eyes rimmed with curiosity, observed the male for a moment and her eyes carefully caught his facial features that were half-obscured by the book he was reading. It had a title that seemed to dance off the embroidered cover that she struggled to read, so much so, that she gave up. Instead, she tried for an approach that she hoped would come across as sincere and curious-- since she was, actually..
A little chat wouldn't hurt, right? Besides, she wanted to know what he was reading and as she focused more, she realized he looked rather...young.
She opened her mouth, releasing a voice of a gentle and friendly child. The smile that appeared on her face was small, but practically beaming as she felt her mood transition to a lighter setting.
"Hello there, may I ask what kind book you're reading and what it's about?"
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on May 17, 2015 19:11:38 GMT -5
"I swear, sometimes these students piss me off," Kyou thought, walking through the hallways of the large, chaotic school that was filled with students who seemed to enjoy crippling those weaker than them with their words and actions. He clung to the old book he was carrying, holding it tightly to his chest as he bowed his head and continued to march forward, maneuvering his way through the large crowds of delinquents. "Still, there's no one to get upset at except myself. If I hadn't been such a damn idiot and shut up, things wouldn't have ended so badly. I swear, sometimes I'd just be better off not existing." He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again, adding, "Of course, it's exactly that kind of thinking that upsets me so much. I can't think like that. The meaning of my existence is to fight against that kind of thinking. What kind of a fighter for equality am I if I can't even convince myself that everyone's life is worth living? If I were to think like that... Kuso. I'm really pretty pathetic sometimes, I really am."
He stopped by the library, walking quietly through it's door and silently padding his way over to the check-out desk. He placed down two books, turning them in, before heading back to the library's exit. However, before he could find himself leaving, he stopped his tracks in front of the exit and entryway, pondering. "I probably should head over to my mathematics class. But I'm really not in the mood right now. I've already attended two classes, and I don't feel like going to math. After all, we're just learning how to use equations to find out the area of cubed figures. How boring is that? I mean, seriously... I'd mastered that kind of mathematics since I was nine years old. Of course, I don't really want a bad record for skipping classes, but... really? I don't even care that much." He walked back to the shelves of the library, gently running his index finger along the variations of spines of books. "What's the point? If someone wants to judge me based on my records, let them. They'll just get the wrong idea. They'll just think I'm like every other student who doesn't give a damn about learning. If they think that about me, that's just for the best, right? It's not like I'm going to go to a college here in America. I'll probably die before then. And even if I don't, I can make up for my bad records in many ways. It shouldn't even worry me."
He stopped in the non-fiction part of the library, scanning over the books, but losing interest. Even the advanced physiology books were, to him, elementary. He stopped by the fictional section of the library, walking straight over to the "Myths and Legends" collection, taking out one of the older-looking books that he'd read a hundred times, and headed over to one of the few tables in the library. Taking a seat, he turned the cover over, starting to read at "chapter I". "I just need to get my mind off of it all. If I keep thinking about it so much, I'll just end up feeling worse. I always overthink things too much..." He mentally told himself, reading the first paragraph of the story so intently, you'd think it was the first time he'd picked up the old tale of "King Arthur". Even though he'd memorized every word, every paragraph and line in all the chapters of the book, he enjoyed reading it time and time again. Why that was? He wasn't entirely sure. He loved this story, and there was something about holding it in his hands that he liked. He'd known the story by heart for years now, and the old language of "thy, thee, and thou" didn't seem to phase him, in fact, he rather enjoyed it.
Perhaps he liked this story so much because of the fantastic idea--a medieval setting, with love and betrayal, and--Kyou's favorite part--chivalry. He loved the story of King Arthur and how he, despite being small, weak, and thought lowly of, became a king! He was just, and he treated his knights as equals. Of course, then, there was the sad story that followed--the story of Guenivere and Lancelot. Though Kyou also admired Lancelot for being so brave, he found it sad how Lancelot had stolen Guenivere's heart from Arthur. Kyou was so fascinated with the story, and by the way he was constantly talking about justice and equality, and standing up and fighting for what it is you believe in, it could easily be believed that he thought Lancelot as a role-model. But this was a misconception.
In all reality, Kyou loved the story of King Arthur, he found the legend fascinating, and he even enjoyed that it had a relatively sad ending. After all, "Happily Ever After" is a nice phrase, but to Kyou, it wasn't true.
It couldn't be.
There was too much evil in the world for a happy ending--and the ending of one story is the beginning of another. A story only truly ended when that person died--that was the end of their story: death. And there was nothing happy about that. It wasn't that he liked to be depressing, but Kyou liked to remind himself of the hard facts of life--he liked to remind himself that there would be no happy ending for him. But he was okay with that. After all... King Arthur might have been only a mere fairy tale that isn't even known whether it was true, but if Kyou could manage to fight for his dreams and beliefs while he was still alive, and take after Arthur in that sense, then that was enough for him. If Kyou could die, knowing that he'd accomplished good things and had at least impacted one person's life in a positive way, that would be enough for him to rest in peace, and that would be, to him, a happy ending.
Kyou was so enwrapped in the book, that he was slightly startled when he was pulled out of the tale and back into reality when a student asked, "Hello there, may I ask what kind book you're reading and what it's about?" He turned his head upward to face the girl, peering over the top of the pages that he'd buried himself behind to give her a proper look. She looked older than him and, as he noticed by the features on her face, clothing she wore, and voice she used, she was cheerful--at least, she appeared to be that way. Kyou knew better than to judge someone by appearance alone. He looked back and fort between the girl and his book, contemplating how to respond. He didn't want to blurt out the first thing that came to mind--he'd done enough of making a fool of himself for one day.
"This is... uh... This is 'King Arthur' and, uh... it's the legend of King Arthur, who became a king as the aftermath of pulling a magical saber from a stone, and how he reigned his kingdom triumphantly. It's all about his legend..." Is what he decided, speaking quietly. He wondered if she was able to read. The book had the title on the cover, and he wasn't exactly hiding it... But perhaps she couldn't read calligraphy, or perhaps she hadn't even looked in the first place. He wasn't going to ask, but let that information reveal itself. He figured she's be able to read, though. She looked... intelligent enough.
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Post by Hɪsᴀᴇ Yᴜʏ on May 20, 2015 22:02:47 GMT -5
Ｈｉｓａｅ Ｙｕｙ Hisae studied the young boy in front of her, scrutinizing his facial features once the lower half of his face emerged from behind his precious book. What large spectacles he wore. His eyes were slightly larger than her’s, reminding her of walnut wood; dark and durable. They properly returned her gaze (probably unintentionally), not welcoming or scorning her, and they seemed to be returning to a more aware state than before. There was a slight upturn at the corner of his eyes where stray strands of his raven hair consistently hid and uncovered as he bobbed his head from his novel to her. She could plainly see that he was Asian, though, she wondered what his ethnicity could be and did not want to assume. Her blue eyebrows were raised at his reaction, for he seemed to be in deep thought on how to answer her question. The action was not mocking, however, in fact, you could say Hisae was also contemplating her next words depending on how he answered. For the most part, the raven did not ignore her question, but that could be because he was thinking of either a nice excuse or a rude jab to rid himself of her presence. Then again, she sincerely doubted the latter.
"This is... uh... This is 'King Arthur' and, uh... it's the legend of King Arthur, who became a king as the aftermath of pulling a magical saber from a stone, and how he reigned his kingdom triumphantly. It's all about his legend..." his voice trailed off into silence once more, however, it was slightly different from before. He was no longer enraptured by the text of the thick book, but she could tell earlier that the story was dear to him. It was by the way he had read it; utterly captivated into the life of a legend, holding the story with neither impatience nor dread, and she recognized the air of one who took care into the books he favored. Her smile stretched wider at this consideration, however, since they had only just met, it was best to keep it toned down as much as possible. He seemed to be a bit wary enough as it is. Startling him would do no good and slowly, her posture relaxed.
“I’ve heard of that legend before,” she began, her sentence becoming slow and she lifted a hand to one of her bright locks. The blue-haired girl shook her head as her eyes fluttered to a close, deciding in her head that it was silly to state it but she continued anyway, “I’ve always been interested in reading more in depth into it, but back at home, I never had the time to get to it.” Her hand had an array of pale scars outlined by the a tan color, but it swept some of the messy bangs that got in the way of her sky-blue eyes. She looked at him clearly, placing a hand onto the mahogany table soundlessly.
Hisae wondered for a moment what else she could say, how to make up for the fact that she had interfered with his reading. Perhaps, he wasn’t really annoyed by her presence, but that didn’t mean she had to make this conversation intolerable. She had no reason to, her earlier headache had ceased to affect her and her eyes trailed to the calligraphic title on the cover.
“This is an odd request, but is it okay if you can elaborate more on that answer?” her smile maintained on her face but the tone she used was less cheerful, and more gentle as her mind was at work. “What exactly do you enjoy about it? I’d like to hear more from your perspective of--” she stopped suddenly, gasping suddenly then pulled the hand she had laid upon the table to the zipper of the front compartment of her backpack that was on her back. She inwardly cursed at herself, and it was shown by the way she smacked her head once more loudly.
I really am a simpleton, how could have I not done the most important thing first--
“Hey, hey, while you’re at it, want anything to eat? I don’t have any extravagant meals to serve to you on a platter, but I do have a lot of snacks. Don’t worry!” she grinned, unfastening the straps of her large bag and setting it upon the table. “This stash isn’t poisoned and if you don’t like sweets, I have a separate pocket for chips..” she continued after chips for a few more seconds, listing other snacks she had kept in her bag, then nodded as if this was completely normal. Then, she bit her lip deeply to halt herself from rambling more and bowed her head several times for not realizing it before. She didn’t exactly feel apologetic, though, more surprised that she was still breathing properly after those bursts of speech she had just done.
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on May 21, 2015 13:15:18 GMT -5
She'd heard of it? Well, who hasn't? It's one of the most famous stories out there... or at least, Kyou presumed so. He nodded slightly, lowering his head again to look back at the book, though now that he was involved in conversation. He wasn't reading it now, but rather, he just wanted to avoid eye contact. This was embarrassing--was he going to make a fool out of himself twice now in one day? Being a complete nerd over something like a story--anyone would tease him for that! What kind of a loser who loves books finds himself stuck in a school like this, anyway? Hisae's movement caught Kyou's attention from the corner of his eye, and he then looked sheepishly up at her as she moved a lock of beautiful blue hair away from her face. He noticed some scars on her hands when she did so, and he could feel his face flush, for Kyou also had several scars on his hands--though most were located on his palms. But he doubted the cause of the scars were for the same reasons. "It would seem as though she likes to rough-house. The majority of those scars seem to be scrapes from falling, or brushing your hand against something too coarse. Perhaps she's even wrangles cats and got scratched, I don't know. Surely it's not from gripping a broken glass shard too hard, or having to take hold of someone else's weapon and only getting a grasp on the blade. I just hope she can't tell the difference of one scar from another--or that she doesn't even notice mine. Most people don't seem to, and only I would be so weird as to look at someones' hands and try to read about their past through the markings they have, as though they were a book!"
“I’ve always been interested in reading more in depth into it, but back at home, I never had the time to get to it.” He raised an eyebrow at her statement, lowering his book from attention and locking his eyes with her own. "Really...?" He asked quietly, a little shocked by her response. "Well, that's understandable, I guess." He turned his gaze elsewhere, not wanting to stare--though he couldn't deny the aquamarine hues of her irises were anything but breathtaking. "Most people are too busy to really sit down and read--and this book can be challenging for it's advanced vocabulary. Even I sometimes am too busy to read books, but I always enjoy it when I do have the time." Of course, the vocabulary wasn't "advanced", at least not to Kyou, but it was very old, and sometimes did use words that most people couldn't grasp the meaning to.
“This is an odd request, but is it okay if you can elaborate more on that answer?” The girl continued to smile in a friendly way, though she used a more gentle tone of voice now. Kyou half wondered why, but he figured that maybe she was tired of sounding so loud beforehand, or perhaps she was trying to not frighten Kyou away with her boldness. To be honest, he didn't mind. Kyou himself knew just how loud and passionate with words he could be when the time so chose, but he didn't question her way of expressing her thoughts. He dismissed it as unimportant. “What exactly do you enjoy about it? I’d like to hear more from your perspective of--”
Enjoy? What did Kyou enjoy about the book? Well, he enjoyed just about all of it, really. But if he were to go into that detail, he may as well hand over the book to the girl for her to read and discover for herself. But he figured that's not what she wanted. She probably wanted a short summary, an explanation that didn't consist of four hundred pages. But before he could open his mouth to say something, the girl interrupted herself and started talking about food and snacks.
Food and snacks...? Kyou raised an eyebrow at her sudden change of interest. "She certainly has a mind of a hundred places, doesn't she? One minute she wants to know about an old book, and the next she's talking about sweets--wait. Sweets?" Kyou watched her unzip her backpack and rummage through it--and he wondered if there were any books in there--or at least, anything other than snacks? But he couldn't help but to want to share--but that'd be rude. After all, it was her snacks, not his. But then again, she did offer... and as serious as Kyou could seem, and as much as he wanted to deny the facts, he was in fact very childish at times. Part of his childishness consisted of his love for sweets and candies and things of that sort. The girl made note to tell him that is wasn't poisoned, and of course that was the first thing that he assumed. He started to struggle with the thought--should he trust her? He seemed to think she wasn't advanced enough to come up with an elaborate plan like acting innocent to lower his guard. Of course, Kyou had trust issues and his paranoia told him not to submit, but his mind told him otherwise. He finally decided to go for it, and if it was a trap, which he wanted to hope it wasn't, he was willing to pay the consequences. He reached out and took a hard candy, smiling lightly and saying, "Uh... t-thank you." He took of the wrapper and placed it in his pocket before popping the candy in his mouth.
"A-anyway, uh..." He processed it before trying to come up with an elaboration of the book. He was somewhat fazed by the girl's behavior, but he didn't let it distract him. He thought her personality was... well, entertaining. Her frantic-seeming mind and cheerful stature made Kyou want to laugh--but not that he thought she was funny. She was just... she seemed so innocent and carefree, he thought it was kind of cute in it's own kind of way. He went back to trying to figure out how to word his explanation. How should he put it...? There was so much story to tell, but he didn't want to take up her time. "Well, um... it starts off with Arthur, who's not yet king. In fact, he's just a boy at this point of time, and due to circumstances, he ends up becoming Merlin's apprentice. Merlin was the great wizard of this time, but, needless to say... Arthur was taught many things by Merlin, though none of it was actually magic. He was preparing him to be a good leader, but this was before Arthur became king, of course." Kyou shrugged with a sigh. "There's so much to tell, and it's hard to put it into simple words, but... I suppose that my favorite part is the plot. I love it--and that's coming from someone who doesn't have emotions. There's adventure, nobility, fighting against evil and, ah, so much more. But I don't want to rant..."
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Post by Hɪsᴀᴇ Yᴜʏ on Jun 5, 2015 19:14:47 GMT -5
Ｈｉｓａｅ Ｙｕｙ “Anytime,” Hisae almost breathed out her response as she felt the abashment that was evident on her pale features quickly diminish. When it all vanished, she could only conjure a sincere smile and thumbs-up at him, as he gave her a faint smile in return. His smile, however, slight, gave her the vague premonition of a humble character in the making-- character? Oh, right, she in was in a library, of course. “A-anyway, uh…” he began, She awaited the boy in front of her to gather a few precious moments of thought, before speaking them aloud to her. By doing so, she placed her hands in the unzipped gap of of her knapsack. Eyes of the azure sky that flew above the school were trained on him, while her hands were focused on the contents of her bag.
Reminiscent to that of an eagle's claws plunging into the tender flesh of a small animal, her hands gathered the small pieces of candy that poured slowly from the rip of its bag. She tore at one of the brightly colored wrappers with such precision, it was blatant that she had done this many, many times before-- regardless if the urge to devour what she had was present. That...was rare. In fact, the numerous packs and bags of snacks Hisae usually carried around in her large knapsack were things she barely made use of. The blunette gave more of those away as she didn’t necessarily care or was even conscious of her own body’s desire to eat, until all she could feel in her stomach was an insatiable ache as if someone had just struck at an old wound she had endeavored. Many people who were unlettered of this useful detail string together with miniscule words, often fawned over her thin figure and beguiled her. They never pleased her, however, their compliments that she could swear were as insincere as their act was.
As if on instinct, she brought a cylinder-shaped Jolly Rancher to her mouth and tasted the strength of its flavor to an almost painful extent, before the hand that fed her fell to her stomach.
Flat, but the hardness she felt was more from the firm, faint muscle of her abdominals.
Not starvation.
However, she took a few extra helpings anyway, because she did not want to undergo the experience of accidentally worrying someone with her lack of attention. Her knapsack had too much to spare, too much to let it go to waste, and once again, she needed to be mindful for a bit. She was still listening to the boy’s words, however, he seemed to be still slightly indecisive on how to impart them.
"Well, um... it starts off with Arthur, who's not yet king. In fact, he's just a boy at this point of time, and due to circumstances, he ends up becoming Merlin's apprentice. Merlin was the great wizard of this time, but, needless to say... Arthur was taught many things by Merlin, though none of it was actually magic. He was preparing him to be a good leader, but this was before Arthur became king, of course." His earlier indecisiveness was barely existent here, but brief pauses separated his sentences together. Thankfully, her focus was able to process his words and make them understandable, otherwise, she would be a very, very rude conversationalist. The silence that surrounded her focus, however, was well...almost chilling. Though, it seemed to have gone unnoticed as he still continued.
"There's so much to tell, and it's hard to put it into simple words, but... I suppose that my favorite part is the plot. I love it-- and that's coming from someone who doesn't have emotions,” a thin eyebrow raised in question at that part, though, it wasn’t the first time she has heard such a claim from someone. How genuine is that? she thought slowly, but dismissed the urge to ask, “Really, you don’t?” No, no, she would let him finish. “There's adventure, nobility, fighting against evil and, ah, so much more. But I don't want to rant..." he trailed off and she quieted her thoughts for a minute before dropping a few crumbled wrappers onto the table, and flattening them into a square again. Her blue eyes were friendly, practically beaming as she took a DumDum lollipop wrapper and began to fold.
“Rants may consume time but right now, I have plenty,” she articulated with an easy tone, her awareness over her actions and his presence shifting from one another until it all came to perfect balance. Her eyes had lowered, pulling deep-set lashes over their color to conceal them. Defty fingers folded corners effortlessly, feeling the tease of smooth wrap on them and in a matter of seconds, her little craft would be complete. “I’m...new here, put simply.” she laughed joyfully as she revealed that tidbit, but it shouldn’t have been a shock..she thought. At this moment, she placed the newborn, cotton candy wrap T-Rex between them and it stood to stare at him with eyes that could never be seen through reality alone. Her thick lashes lifted to reveal a new spark of interest as she returned her gaze to him, taking in his appearance and she gestured towards herself and back to him.
“Hisae Yuy, but please refer to me as Hisé. Now, my good sir, what is your title?”
When she spoke, the paper T-Rex had fallen onto its side as the atmosphere became more formal.
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Jun 5, 2015 19:58:42 GMT -5
“Rants may consume time but right now, I have plenty,” the girl said. Kyou would respond with a small smile. "Yes, well, I have a tendency to rant more often than not, and it's almost always unnecessary... not to mention not thought highly of, you know?" He shrugged it off, not really expecting an answer from her--it was more or less him explaining his reasoning behind not wanting to talk so much. The blue-haired girl started to create an origami Tyrannosaurus Rex out of her candy wrapper, and though Kyou didn't show any particular interest in it, he thought it was kind of cute and an interesting skill to be able to make one... of course, it was very simple--just an art of paper folding. If someone knew the right folds and angles, it could easily be done. Kyou never found himself having the time to take up such a silly and (in his opinion) useless skill. Still, he could appreciate origami when he saw it.
“I’m...new here, put simply.” The girl laughed, and Kyou shared a small smile, giving a slight nod of his head. Of course he knew--he'd been pretty familiar with most of the students attending the school. And even though he tried to mind himself and not get involved with others (he'd found he was interacting with far too many people as of late, and somewhat wished to disappear once again and be invisible like he had been all those years before), he did try to keep note of who was coming and going from the school. The school had personal files of every student, and though he wasn't always up to date (it wasn't a main priority) with the information, he had seen enough to know who was new and who wasn't. Why Kyou broke into those files? And how did no one seem to know or care? It doesn't matter. Kyou wouldn't use his gathered information for the worse, anyhow. And the chances of him being corrupted to do so were slim. Still, if he hadn't known she was new from his other source of information, it was quite noticeable in how she acted.
For one, she seemed quite outgoing. Now, of course, that could just have been her personality, but many people who attended PHS 552 quickly learned that drawing attention to yourself often times was a bad idea. She dressed in a fun kind of way--and again, perhaps it was just her personality--but it was possible it was because she hadn't been there long enough to get influenced by the other students' harsh demeanor. Then again, Kyou had been attending this school since 9th grade and it didn't effect how he dressed (he was a nerd at heart, and a nerd he would stay--no punk could influence him to dress with actual style). He wouldn't have judged her being new or not on appearance alone--but needless to say, it didn't surprise him. However, her name did.
“Hisae Yuy, but please refer to me as Hisé. Now, my good sir, what is your title?”
Oh, a Yuy, huh? Kyou mentally slapped himself--of course she was! Her blue hair--friendly attitude--everything about her screamed "I'M A YUY!!!" One more member of their family to embarrass himself in front of. Shugo thought he was gay. Soran helped him from being bullied and witnessed Kyou act like a complete weakling. And Hisae would know him to be a book nerd. How perfect. They'd probably all sit around the dinner table, laughing and talking, and discuss that one loser kid at school named "Kyou Kobayashi" who stuck out like a sore thumb. He knew that at least they were nice people--at least, from what he'd seen--and he did like them... Shugo, after all, was going to help Kyou out to become stronger... and Soran was pretty nice to the little loser. Most people would see Kyou get beaten up and just keep walking--or join in... but still, he felt so stupid and mad at himself for talking to her. The little sister of the first pillar. Damn. What was she doing, spending her time with a wasted space like him?
"My name is Kyou..." He said slowly, glancing over to the fallen T. Rex. "Kyou Kobayashi... to be exact..."
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Post by Hɪsᴀᴇ Yᴜʏ on Jun 9, 2015 20:34:23 GMT -5
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"My name is Kyou..." she stayed silent as he spoke the first part of his sentence, detecting the gradual pace in between his words as if he was debating with himself on whether or not to disclose that information. After a moment or so, though, her patience seemed to have rewarded her with the final component of his name, though, there was still a note of hesitation in his tone. One, that Hisae could not perceive as anxiety or caution. "Kyou Kobayashi... to be exact..." he finally finished and she caught the glint of his glasses given from the light of the outside world. Her eyes were unfazed by the white flash, but on reflex, she narrowed her eyes as her face upturned to signal the registration of his response. Through the reveal of her blue hues, they shined strongly as the orbs privately thanked him for telling her so, even if he wasn't entirely comfortable with her yet.
"Kyou Kobayashi," she began again when his walnut-colored eyes fled to her fallen creation, the Tyrannosaurus Rex laying on its own side as if its last minutes on Earth were finally the bane to its existence. Clasping her hands to join underneath her chin firmly, the blunette's hair waved as her lips moved to speak. Instinctively, her voice pronounced his name correctly, even able to imitate the native accent of the boy's assumed ethnicity with no sign of stuttering. She felt the decrescendo of his first name, before it rose to a brusque "Ko" at the beginning of his surname, then ending in the sound of "Shi" as if it was hidden knowledge from the rest of the public. "..has a pleasing sound to it." she said finally, after speaking distinctly with confidence. She had a useful, though, not an uncommon skill to be able to shape or match her voice to levels that would be considered unmanageable for other people. It had aided her in times of deceit, ones that although were harmless, did not help to quell the uneasiness located in the extent of her mimicry. For whenever, she utilized it, there was an indiscernible feeling that either impressed or mortified people whose tongues could only speak in one identity, one name which was theirs and theirs alone to guard.
And Hisae..well, she acted on her own whims, yet acknowledged the importance of her own individuality in times of the void. It's sad that when she claimed to be feeling full and complete, in whatever manner, that was far from the truth. But without being aware of it, she had already been consumed by the lie that in its own pretentious irony, saved her while dangling her ignorance over a forbidden cauldron that sought to overflow and flood.
She smiled tentatively, dispelling her earlier statement with a charming ambiance that was layered in questions. "Yuy? Sounds like it bears some fame in this side of the city." That was putting it lightly, if anything, the curious tone was deliberate. The blunette may have been momentarily entranced with the goal to implement the boy's name to memory by speaking it aloud, but her mind was not filled with too many distractions that it hindered her ability to sense subtle shifts in the mood. Between the hesitancy, the purposeful attempts to fill in the silence, and the polite tones that were not facetious in her opinion, but merely one of the ways to sidestep personal confrontation, she noticed that a nuance appeared in his eyes for a trice at the mention of her surname. She wondered if they had wronged the boy, though, most likely with the least malicious intentions or..not.
She knew the connection she had to Shugo and Soran Yuy, but she hadn't seen them in..when was the last time?
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Ah, that's right. That was her main reason for being here, right? Yeah..
Of course, even if that was the a part of it, it didn't mean she had to detach herself from regular social engagements with other people. That took the fun out of leaving her old, wretched school, and once she had accomplished that goal, what then? She wasn't about to drop her chances and leave this place, law wouldn't allow it either and the Regulators that slipped in and out of the building were problematic if she tried to. There was still something for her, but even if she was currently clueless about that "something", that was another thing to discover, right? So, she would bide her time..and hopefully, it would be worth her while in New York.
She zoned out in her thoughts, staring at the table as her gaze dropped down and her expression adopted an almost solemn air to it before she sighed softly. Kyou was still in her presence, and she was the one that initiated all of this, so it must have been terribly rude of her to sit there and practically be a boring host.
"I've only just arrived and your company is much appreciated, Kyou. Thank you."
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Post by Kyou Kobayashi on Jun 12, 2015 18:24:27 GMT -5
Kyou would adjust his glasses, thinking. So there was Soran, Shugo, Hisae... any other Yuys that Kyou should know about? It seemed like such a big family... there were at least three siblings--and Kyou wouldn't be surprised if there were more than just that. Surely they had parents--possibly aunts or uncles. Maybe not. Kyou didn't know much about them, if he were to be completely honest, but still... he knew that they were a bigger family than what he had--being none. His parents practically disowned him, and he never had any other siblings... he wondered what it'd be like. Was having brothers and sisters a good thing? Surely it must have been nice--to have family to talk to and share things with. But he'd heard siblings could be annoying too... still, it couldn't have been worse than Dr. Tadashi. But maybe that was just Kyou's own thoughts.
Kyou listened as she said his name--pronouncing it perfectly with a flawless accent. There was something about the way she said it... it made him feel... well, how did it make him feel? Jealous? He'd been in America for so long that he'd almost completely lost his accent--and even though he often spoke in Japanese when he was at home, Dr. Tadashi sounded even more American than Kyou did. Her accent that she used made him feel... nostalgic. It reminded him of home--where he was supposed to be, in Japan. But at the same time, it almost wanted to make him smile. Most people didn't put any effort to try copying his accent when pronouncing his name--and he didn't mind. He was in America, after all... but still... she'd put effort into it, and it was nice. Normally Kyou would start to get paranoid at someone speaking with a Japanese accent, or being from Japan... maybe it was his losing his touch of awareness, or maybe there was some other reason why he'd been so out of sorts lately and hadn't been so paranoid of everyone... but he wasn't afraid of her. Of course, Kyou almost never used the word "afraid", but all in all that was the feeling that he often received when someone from Japan was nearby. He was so ridiculously paranoid--it was stupid. But then, wouldn't you be if your parents shipped you off to another country merely for the reason of paranoia?
"...Has a pleasing sound to it," Hisae said quietly. Kyou wanted to grin and reply with, "Yup! My mom's an author so she was always pretty good at making up names that sounded nice," but then there would be the rising suspicion that in fact his name wasn't Kyou Kobayashi, but something entirely different and he'd only adapted the name from a character in a book. Of course, this was true, but no one needed to know. It could be a coincidence. Perhaps his parents were fans of the book and decided to name him after it. But most people didn't know about the story of Kyou Kobayashi anyway, after all, it was a hit in Japan but there weren't many English translations sold in America. Still, Kyou didn't find any need to go talking about it. So he stayed quiet, holding back his comment.
Kyou returned his attention to the girl when she said, "Yuy? Sounds like it bears some fame in this side of the city." Her tone of voice prodded him for further explanation, and he started to wonder if she'd had any recent contact with her brothers. From the sound of it, she hadn't seen them in a while. He nodded and said, "Oh, yes. Very much so. There's the Yuy corp. where... well basically it's a lab facility where they do research and things like that. An acquaintance of mine was going to try running some experiments, and she was contemplating running said experiments there. Then there's the thought of the pillars. If you're not aware, they're basically the strongest students in the school who keep the minors in check--along with the school captain who is the strongest," He said.
To be honest, Kyou found the school captain to be... well, somewhat unnerving. Kyou knew practically nothing about Macht, but from what little he knew he... he didn't have much in common with Kyou. Sure, Kyou wanted to learn more about the guy, and though they weren't on good terms (Kyou was pretty sure Macht hated him) Kyou didn't necessarily hate the guy... it's just, he'd said things that had greatly upset Kyou and Kyou did the foolish thing to fight back with his words, only causing more people to hate him for talking so much. It'd happened so fast and though Kyou didn't regret fighting for what he believed in... he did wish he could take it back and handled it in a different manner, rather than letting his rage getting to him. It had ended with him making an enemy out of someone he didn't want to. Kyou contemplated trying to apologize to Macht, but a part of him realized that Macht would likey just beat Kyou half to death and Kyou would probably get hospitalized--with nothing resolved. The pillars and school captain were supposed to be good--they were supposed to protect the students and keep order. Kyou had nothing against that. So he was upset at himself for making an enemy out of someone that he wished he could have been on good terms with.
"Uh... anyway... Shugo is the first pillar--meaning he's one of the strongest in the school. The school captain is the only one stronger than Shugo. And then there's Soran, too..." Kyou gave a small laugh, remembering how the two of them had met. Kyou was being beaten up and Soran helped him out. It was embarrassing, but all in all, Soran had been really nice about it. Then there was the first time Kyou had met Shugo--oficially, anyway. He'd asked Shugo to help train him to become a better fighter so he wouldn't be so damn weak, and Shugo somehow thought he was asking him to go out on a date with him! At the time it was extremely embarrassing, and only lowered Kyou's poor self-esteem even more, but looking back... the misunderstanding was entertaining. So long as you're not the one who's being assumed to be gay, anyway.... "Soran's really pretty nice... he seems a little strange in my opinion, but surely he's less strange than me, so I'm in no place to judge. And the same goes for Shugo. You know? I don't know either of them all that much but... from what I've seen... they're really good people." He turned to look at Hisae, asking, "Hey, what's it like being related to people like that? I mean... having those two as siblings... what's it like?"
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