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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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The First Unforgettable Encounter. (Himeko, Hisae, Leodor)
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2015 1:44:51 GMT -5
Leo looked up to the skies as he wandered around the school courtyard. It had been a comfortable transfer into the school, no real trouble from or on anyone's part. The weather was a bit chilly, and the wind looked a bit strong, so he wondered whether he should go inside, but decided against it. The weather wasn't too cold or too hot after all, just a little breezy. Though he did notice that it looked like it was cloudy and about to rain, so he moved near the roof of the building as a potential shelter in case it did start raining, and held out both arms to test for droplets. He saw some janitors on the opposite end of the courtyard on the roof, cleaning the gutters out while fighting the wind. Leo, waiting for rain to fall on his arms, laughed to himself watching them flail around. "Poor bastards," he muttered.
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Post by Himeko Masayuki on May 27, 2015 16:53:39 GMT -5
The sky was nice, though perhaps there was a chance of a small drizzle of rain droplets falling upon the school of PHS. Himeko was balanced atop the roof's edge, because if she was on a roof it was almost certain that the girl would waddle her way over to the part closest to fresh open sky, easiest to fall off of and quickest place to feel vertigo from from staying too long. It wasn't as if she would get dizzy from heights though, no, Himeko was always too glad to stand and look at everything below them, always content to grin as she watches the world pass by without a moment's hesitation.
"Hisae~" She sings lightly, spinning around on a foot clad in ballet flats to turn and grin at her best friend of blue. While Himeko was pink, Hisae was blue, and the two of them were bright and noticeable with their hair colors but in this school of delinquents it seemed they fit somehow, and a part of Himeko is fiercely grateful yet apprehensive because this place will without a doubt stir up trouble in her life but at the very least among people who fought and pranked and caused trouble-- At the very least, it will be ridiculously fun.
"Remember how we first met?" Himeko asked, a tint of nostalgia coloring her tone as she skips forward to give Hisae a hug just like she usually does. Because Himeko loves hugs and will fight anyone who would dare scorn on her for the act of affection. There's a few seconds of contact before she pulls away to go back to the roof edge. She doesn't need an answer, not really, because of course Hisae would remember, it was the day the blunette threw someone off a roof after all. Or maybe she wouldn't, if their first formal meeting was anything to go by... Huh.
Himeko shakes her head though, leaps deftly from side to side on the stone railing that served as a balance beam between rooftop ground and falling down. If Hisae doesn't remember, then Himeko will just throw the girl off a roof to remind her, although the roles would be reversed but-- She sure as heck isn't going to allow falling down like that again, she isn't ready to kiss the cold hard ground whilst being attacked by the thing we all call gravity, thank you very much.
... Does Himeko even have the strength to [good-naturedly] chuck the girl off the roof?
She leans forward to look down at the fall down, can see a tall male in dark clothing laughing a ways down below her... Should she say hello and see if her sudden greeting would make him jump?
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Post by Hɪsᴀᴇ Yᴜʏ on Jun 1, 2015 18:36:46 GMT -5
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Her strides through the multitude of juvenile offenders were nothing short of frantic, the absence of fluid movements became blatant, as she unwittingly stepped onto the feet of fellow delinquents. Their first reactions were to wrongly accuse the closest person across from them and none of them happened to be her, which would have normally brought a sly smile to her face. She thrilled herself in her ability to become unnoticeable, to flee from unwanted responsibilities from problems that she never desired to be a variable in. However, this time was different, for every wasted second molded the girl into be a petulant child advancing towards the finishing line of a race she wasn't sure she could make.
Where was the agility she had, but now needed more than ever?
"Remember how we first met?" Himeko asked her that question with such a fond tone, she had to bite her bottom lip to prevent an obnoxious chuckle from erupting. Even with a memory as fallible as her's, the clear details of Himeko's inevitable fall were still recalled with such vivid emotions that some of it shined in the aura she radiated.
Ah, how could she forget that day?
She was the one that pushed Pink off the roof after all.
Quietly, she retraced the experience that was once felt with such cruel pleasure into a one that helped her to learn, and eventually cultivate the character she was today. There was some pride and happiness in that, despite the act she did that day was seen as one deserving of punishment. Hisae was so entranced by it all, she didn't notice the warm reality that came to embrace her like the sun to her cloudy days-- funnily enough, the current weather they were having matched exactly that analogy. It was true, though, because in her most gloomiest hours where not a speck of light could be perceived underneath the shadows of her doubts, Himeko was the one that made her smile in golden brilliance.
And that was a feat, few could accomplish.
Upon that realization, Hisae wanted to become open with her feelings for Himeko and she assured herself with absolute confidence that it would be reciprocated.
The blunette approached the oblivious Himeko in soundless steps without disrupting the tranquility of the clouds that would have wept from her rare moment of joy. Her arms, slender and pale like the moonlight's ray snaked across the other's waist and her heart-shaped face buried itself into the other's curved back.
Then the terrible, terrible wind pushed them with such great force that Hisae felt herself slipping from the ledge of the school's roof.
So, she let go and pushed her hands onto something solid in panic to jump back to safety.
Once she landed onto her feet, albeit ungracefully as she stumbled back a few steps, the wind stopped.
Then..
....Silence.
In a matter of mere heartbeats and within an outbreak of pure fright, Hisae grasped the situation a little too late.
"Oh fuck, I just pushed Hime."
Again.
At least, it was unintentional this time.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 22:29:14 GMT -5
The wind started acting up suddenly, and Leo was mad at himself for not bringing a coat because it was holy levels of cold.
He thought he felt slight sensations of rain when he heard some clanging noises above his head and a shadow appearing directly where he stood. As he was about to look up, he felt a weight in his arms land suddenly, the fragrance of flowers arriving with it, which almost threw him off of his feet. 'Holy heaven, is someone trying to bludgeon me from the roof?' Was his immediate thought. He quickly regained his balance and looked into his arms to see what his assailant had thrown into his arms.
What surprised Leodor the most was that he was holding a blue-eyed, pink-haired girl. She was soft and warm to hold, and surprisingly light. Her hair flowed down his arms and across her back, making it seem like her hair was tucked over his arms and cushioning her body. He couldn't believe just how perfectly she had landed in his arms, her knees above one arm and her shoulders above the other. He noticed her eyes were a really deep blue with some intricate hues mixed in. He wondered how that was possible and then remembered that his eyes were red, so he couldn't really judge. It surprised him was that she was conscious. 'Did she fall?'
Leo looked up to search for an attacker, but saw no one. He assumed the girl had fallen. After all, who's insane enough to throw someone off at that height?
Leo turned to the girl and looked her in the eye.
"Why would you even consider jumping off the building at that height? Are you suicidal?" Leo asked incredulously.
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Post by Himeko Masayuki on Jun 7, 2015 0:06:25 GMT -5
She was falling, and she knows she should be feeling afraid of her life, but for the life of her the only emotions she can muster up are along the lines of breathless and wonderment. It's not as if she hasn't fallen before, and even back then on that fateful day when she met a girl embodying her favorite color, her fall from the school roof left her grinning like she was on a roller coaster ride or something along the lines instead of falling to her imminent death or fatal injury. She doesn't like the feeling of skirting with death, or actually, maybe she does, maybe it's just another thing to add of the growing list of thoughts she should think about but won't because there's a part of her that's afraid of listening to her own negative thoughts.
Suddenly the realization that she's falling quick and reaching the ground faster hits her like a freight train and blue eyes widen as her mind stalls to think. It's a fight against gravity now and she's losing fast, and she tries her best to ignore the beating of her heart so loud she can feel it in her ears, or the image of her mangled and splattered body sprawled on the asphalt.
A deep breath in, reach for the trees like you did last time.
... The trees aren't close enough.
Himeko wants to close her eyes but can't bring herself to do so, the fast passing scenery something she feels will stay engraved in her mind for a long time and the girl's only thought now is; "Land on your feet Himeko, land on your feet because bones can heal but a shattered cranium alongside a squished to juices brain cannot."
She sees a flash of black when she somehow manages to flip in the air and she thinks, human, someone who can catch her or at least break her fall to impending doom down to a fall of broken bones instead and she lets out a sigh of relief at this because this time, she won't die, thank the lord.
The next time she opens her eyes, it's to face a startling red, deep and a major contrast between the pale skin of his face and she practically lets all the tension in her body escape from pure relief so the only thing that's keeping her up is him, so that her muscles are no longer strained and she smiles at him, brilliant and bright and so relieved of the reality that she has no broken anything right now that she could kiss him, except not really.
There's a beat of silence as she notices him staring at her, and round eyes narrow ever so slightly at the silence unbroken between them. Is he not going to let her down-- Those he actually want a kiss from her for saving her life? Because that would be awfully awkward, but really, he saved her from having way too many broken bones to be able to walk comfortably for a while, she would do it once if that was what he wanted from her.
... God, how did those princesses just kiss their prince charmings out of nowhere after they were saved?
Himeko won't say she isn't a princess, if you want to be honest, her name means "child princess" in Japanese. It's just, if she was a princess, she was one who would much rather save herself than wait for a prince to come around who knows when. It's not fun waiting, all the fun is fighting and living and doing things yourself instead of waiting for people to do things for you.
She looks at him though, and she has to admit, as she looks into the contours of his face, at his eyes contrasting his pale skin-- He's handsome, quite attractive, so she would be awkward but she wouldn't really mind kissing him.
... It'd still be weird though.
She lets out a breath, before she finally speaks to her savior, tone amused but a bit awkward. "... So, are you enjoying carrying me like a princess, or do you want a kiss for your services of saving a girl from cracking her skeleton on asphalt, mister prince charming?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2015 3:03:31 GMT -5
Leo was a bit stunned that bubblegum incarnate spoke like a lemon. Long story short, pretty girl here was sounding annoyed.
Though, Leo didn't think that the girl appeared angry, rather, when he had caught her, He had noticed something like a smile flash by quickly. He also noticed when she had analyzed his face and her blushing. Whether that was from the cold, the fall or being caught by someone and being embarassed had to be determined, but Leo decided not to dwell on it.
Although Leo thought that Bubblegum's tsundere attitude was cute and likeable, Leo found that the girl's reaction was not okay regardless, so he decided to answer in a similar tone.
"Oh no your highness, " Leo bowed down close to her face to simulate bowing while holding her, "I couldn't possibly even dream of having my lips touch your sweet ones." Their faces were close and he was really starting to notice the fragrance of flowers. He also noticed the girl was quite limp, most likely due to the shock from falling. At least that was his theory. So he was going to hold onto the girl until he was sure she wouldn't fall over first thing after she was propped up.
"Though," Leo started, "I've never heard of a suicidal bubblegum princess." Leo remarked innocently. "Mind telling me your name so Prince Charming here will know to keep an eye on you?" Leo had a hard time not laughing through that line. The whole time, he had to think about how dead she would've been if he hadn't caught her.
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Post by Hɪsᴀᴇ Yᴜʏ on Jun 8, 2015 23:31:51 GMT -5
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Hisae wasn't quite sure how she ended up in this predicament; with a groaning male beneath her two tiny, cute boots that were streaked with dust collected at the outer soles. Her eyes leered at his fallen form, shades of cerulean resonated the grave circumstances of her misinterpretation that still hadn't occurred to her until her singular focus drifted from the dark clothed male to her friend-- whose expression was..somewhat calm.
Emphasis on "somewhat".
She would have assumed her friend, whose straight hair slowly tumbled over her exposed shoulders that were fair but not prone to tan, would have been in shock. Not completely aware of the unfortunate fate that had almost befallen her cherry blossom head, possibly staring at the dark-hair male whose pale skin even rivaled Hisae's which made the blunette, herself, question if she had found one of the ancient vampires of cultural folklore. However, as her azure eyes continued to study him, she calculated that he was around the same age as them and his masculine features were more prominent and mature. She didn't bother to dwell over those details, however, because the fierce instinct to protect had overcome her state of mind and she was more than pleased to have felt the crackle of bones beneath her feet.
But, as she continued to stare at the expression of Himeko's whose blue eyes that were usually clouded in cogitation, be unconcealed with the light of mirth, she knew that she was missing a key variable in all of this. If Himeko wasn't even in the least bit of worry over this, and this unknown boy hadn't even done anything to her then...Her dark irises that were once sharpened and narrowed slowly dulled, as she began to step off of the boy in rising horror. Her round eyes dilated, once again taking on the affable tone that lured many people to her presence. Pure white canines gently nipped at her lower lip, poking lightly at the chapped skin with careful intention.
"Oh shit," She didn't know if she wanted to accept it or not, but she may have horribly, horribly misjudged the situation. That was her one regret, that she was wrong. As she stared down at the boy's back with a rebuked expression that was more directed internally at herself than him before she leaped off, but not without hearing another crack from his fragile spine. She didn't wince, merely biting her lip harder as she smoothly spun back to him and knelt to his head. Raven locks, short but close enough to brush against her bare knees did not show him to stir from his assault. Speaking of knees, her right knee was bleeding but she couldn't even bother herself with that meticulous detail.
Hisae chose this moment, this fine, fine moment to bring her explanation into hearing so she could properly justify her reason for breaking the poor boy's back.
"I thought you were one of those big city kidnappers."
She had left a blue wisp in her run to discern the location from which her best friend fell to, leaving the multitude of monochromatic dressed students to blink excessively at the unknown haze who had weaved around them. Her twin tails had not helped their vision, only to burn their eyes with the brightness of its color and even slapping some of their unattractive faces with their passing. There was no stop to apologize for her movements, no care for it, and there was more annoyance at their existence which were presently impediment in her struggle to advance forward. She was anxious, feeling one of her cursed enemies, Fear, pushing her forward to a cliff with no ledges to secure her lifeline and in this case, Himeko was that lifeline.
No, is.
That's right.
Hisae knew Himeko better than anyone, the pinkette would have probably found something to grab onto and with those skinny arms of her's, pull herself up. She was going to see her eyes shoot up to meet her's once she reached her, and scold her for accidentally pushing her before declaring another origami competition in the Art Room once it emptied from occupants who would try to stop them. She was not dead, bleeding on the ground because of her stupid mistake, no, she couldn't have been..
The guilty charge didn't even know where she was wandering to, where her endeavors would lead her. She didn't even know what fucking floor she was on and at this point, the directions she had tried to memorize on the first week of her time there had flew from the archives of her mind and into the oblivion she was sure to meet if she didn't get her answer now. She felt that every step she was taking was steering her from that result, the unbearable reality finally crashing down onto her shoulders to crumble them. To dispose of their hold, so her head would fall right off and onto the dirty floor like it belonged there.
She needed to see Himeko now, breathing and safe.
"Please.."
One breath, before she fell apart.
"Be.."
Another breath so she could clear the polluted air that gathered at her lungs.
"Okay.."
One last breath because third times the charm.
I won't forgive either of us if anything happened to you--
Her heart became the only rhythm she could follow and even then, the beat was heavy and it became the deafening blow to the only conviction of sanity she clung to.
She stopped at the top of a stairwell that exited close to the outside and before she had a brief notion to toss herself into the rain, so she could drown herself in a pathetic mess of tears, her eyes caught onto a scene.
Although, she was happy that her friend was safe and on the ground without an injury to be seen except the saddened absence of her flower crown, she couldn't help but notice the towering figure over Himeko, one that seemed to lean in as if to devour her. She couldn't breathe for that fleeting minute and without the rationality to regulate her actions, Hisae was nothing more than a being who sought the crimson warmth of blood to whisper comfort into the hearing range of her headphones. Her hands clenched in tight agony, but her facial expression was vacant and any emotion from before had succumbed to a wall that was bent on keeping it from her reach. The pain hadn't registered into her conscious and if anything, her legs were breaking into another silent run before propelling themselves from the cement floor of the stairwell.
Mine.
She hadn't paused to think humanely for a moment.
Don't touch her.
Fists folded into firm positions, one position near her padded cheek and the other close to her chest. Both her legs were positioned but conditioned to land with devastating momentum upon the bastard's back, and this one attack would be one of her most powerful feats yet. Hisae had done an admirable job not to involve herself into violent affairs, but it was almost ironic now that she was the one initiating them. But, it wasn't her fault, right? What was she supposed to think, she finds some creep with dark clothing looming over her friend like they were going to push her down and--
They were alone, dammit.
ALONE.
Now, Hisae can say with the utmost apologetic expression she could wear is that it is her fault.
Who the fuck wears black and thick as fuck-looking clothes in spring, though.
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Post by Himeko Masayuki on Jun 13, 2015 23:30:18 GMT -5
"I'm not suicidal." She shoots back, though there's nothing close to venom in her tone. Her eyes have unfocused again, blue turning cloudy until it was as if she was in another place altogether. Her pink head tilts to the left though, eyes no longer bright as they were when she fell but still concentrated on the too pale male's red eyes. There's a beat of silence where she's contemplating, wondering if she should tell her name before she suddenly dips her head forward in greeting.
"Himeko." She answers confidently, eyebrow raised almost haughtily. She finds it hilarious, how her name means princess and how she's going off about Prince Charmings and thinking of these fairy tale endings like this. In all honesty, Himeko may give off an air of a princess but to be truthful– She would rather not be anything related to royalty like that. It's too much trouble, in her eyes. She grins though, always one to be quick to smile. "And your name, my prince?" She asks, tone not mocking, but on the verge of it, what with her raised eyebrow and look of amusement. She doesn't actually mean for it to come out as mocking, but, it could very well come off like that. As she says this, she slips down from his arms, feeling remarkably steadier when her two clad feet hit the ground.
Falling is a nice feeling, as are heights and the feel of adrenaline pulsing in her veins and butterflies causing a ruckus in her stomach. But she can't help but feel a type of weightlessness that makes her sick after a moment, and the ground is the constant she needs at that moment.
Now that she's standing on her own two feet, she can see him towering above her, black and willowy and his whole being a conflict of metronome that leaves her gaze enraptured by him. He's tall, and before she can open her mouth to comment on it she sees a flash of blue and finds herself giddy because the color blue has always been her favorite, even more so when she had Hisae in her life. [The girl had completely put it past her that the reason she fell was Hisae. Himeko could take care of herself after all, though she really should be more careful because falling off is kinda fun? ... Falling off buildings is a bad habit to get into, so let's not.]
… Wait, is that a crack she hears?
She blinks once, and before she knows it before her is her Prince Charming crumpled to the ground in a disheveled heap, maybe unconscious? She stares, and stares some more before turning to face the bluenette now nearby.
“Er, Knight In Shining Armor, you may have killed Prince Charming.”
A silence, before.
“Put simply, you done fucked up Hisae.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2015 2:06:31 GMT -5
Leodor was wondering how to reply to the haughty bubblegum princess when he felt a force on his back holding hands with pain who followed soon after. Their third-wheel friend darkness decided to rear its ugly head in as well and Leo lost consciousness.
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Suddenly, it was really warm. Leo was sleeping but he had only just gained feeling in his body as he slept and he was glad he did because where he was lying was really soft. He tried moving his head and ended up jerking it back into its original place where it didn't burn as much to maintain. He thought he heard some voices but he decided to ignore it and attempted to fall into a deeper state of sleep. One thought popped into his mind as he did so, "What happened to the bubblegum princess?" His eyes opened and he forced himself to look around, ignoring his pain. Above him and his comfy hospital bed ('or it could've been a nurse's cot,' he thought) he saw two girls, one of which was highness bubblegum and an accompanying girl with insanely blue hair. He decided that he'd call her lady lollipop. Both of the candy incarnates were staring at him and he remembered part of what happened.
He attempted to hide his pain from manifesting itself in his expression as he said, "So what did I do to warrant a near-death experience there?"
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Post by Hɪsᴀᴇ Yᴜʏ on Jun 30, 2015 16:49:31 GMT -5
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Hospitals were dreary, or the way how everyone behaved in them was. Yet, she noticed that this one seemed to be bright and had rather exuberant nurses at work, along with a very acquiescent doctor who let the two girls in without an issue and possessed an insanely positive glint in his eyes. So bright, in fact, Hisae's gaze was lowered to the ground, so he mistook Hisae's bowing of a head to be shyness and patted it. The gesture was one of consolation and he asked if she was alright, when in reality, she didn't want to be blinded by him.
She almost bit his hand. But, she restrained herself at the last minute and smiled docilely at him before waving him off as he left the room much to her relief. Now they were able to be alone and ever so smoothly, she turned to see how her sleeping victim was faring.
He was paler than she had ever thought was possible.
Her cerulean gaze scanned the young man's features, the one who she knocked out without the knowledge of his part in the fall until Himeko explained it to her in kindergarten terms. She felt shame burning her cheeks in agitation for her error, and for a few minutes she devoted herself to snuggling Himeko with the utmost apologies spewing from her mouth. Then, she had to stop when Himeko commented that her turquoise pads were scratching at her scalp like a fiend. So, instead, she decided to take out her origami paper with Himeko from her knapsack and create a mini flower bouquet for the long time-span that the male was asleep. She wanted to cry a few times, because she realized halfway through, that none of the colors corresponded with each other and they were flowers you usually gave to someone when they were..
At a funeral, whoops.
Lillies and snapdragons.
Before she could grab another sheet of paper and start over, the said-patient had stirred and now stared at them with an indiscernible expression that seemed to border on confusion which would soon accumulate to anger, if he had no sense of humor-- okay, maybe not the lack of it, but more that he had actual sanity encased into his head. She stared at him with her round eyes and lifted her bouquet, because one "Get-well" gift was better than none, right? Right? How the hell do you even apologize or manage one properly, she had no idea.
"Well," she started and stretched out her word with an awkward tone. "...How..how should I phrase this?" she asked softly to herself, the line of question clearly distinctive in her language that was blatant to everyone in the room. There was no nice way of saying it, huh? So...she should just be honest and hope he didn't slap her.
"I thought you were a pedophile, put simply." she said to him, and dropped her origami bouquet of flowers to his lap before nodding. "Sorry."
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Post by Himeko Masayuki on Jun 30, 2015 18:12:52 GMT -5
"I'm glad you're not dead." Himeko comments happily after the origami bouquet falls on Leodor's lap. "And not paralyzed waist down too!" She adds on cheerfully, fixing the flower crown on her head that she had recovered from her fall down the roof.
She would smile down at him almost angelically, as if she and her best friend weren't the very reason he was in this bleach-stained hospital in the beginning. [Hospitals are stained with bleach to wipe away the smell and splatter of blood and disease and nothing will ever convince the girl otherwise.]
[OOC: It's so short I'm sorry--]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2015 0:49:01 GMT -5
(OOC - lol it's fine XD I don't write much on average either .u. lol Hisae why u try an kill ma chara? ;-  Leo propped himself up on one elbow and looked at the origami bouquet made of lillies and snapdragons. Great, he was expected to have died. "You know, if you expected me to die you could've at least gotten me REAL funeral flowers. Just saying." Leo smirked and hoped that the girl had a better sense of humor now that she was directly aware of the situation. Leo was easily willing to forgive the lady but the nagging pain in his back was making him think twice. He looked to the bluenette and gave a pointed look. "Yes of course I'm a pedophile, because I'm so much older than bubblegum over there." He turned to bubblegum's grinning visage and grinned at her optimism. She was right, at least he was alive and not paraplegic. He sat up properly, careful not to further injure himself, and laughed, "I guess I could be mistaken for one anyway, but remind me not to be menacing around anyone when I'm near you lady lollipop." |
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