small town girl

ベル 「 BIANCA || BELLE 」 Year: Junior Dorm: W-1 ❝ I'm going to give it my all ― ! ❁ affiliated with stringsoffates

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.cooking by the book!

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Well it’s about time Kotone started to become familiar with the new school, after that stomachache she got the past week she didn’t really walk out, and it was a must for her to get to know new people, and even more, to attend her classes! She probably was late to most of them already. 

New Bark Town pokemon trainer stormed out of the room for the first time in several days, air filling her lungs, and the sun shinning, well this has to be fun, right? There is no way she would get bored, and if by chance she was about to, she always had her way to making things interesting. 

Kotone walked around the campus but nothing interested her. “Hmmm… now what kind of things do people do after classes here?” Do after classes? BUT YOU HAVEN’T EVEN ATTEND ANY! The brunette giggled and stretched looking around until some cafe caught her attention… Pastries….. now that was delicious, maybe she could get something there? —- The girl walked in the place but no one answered, so lonely, this was a downer, but it wasn’t something that would make Kotone leave the place just like that, thus she solved to walk to the kitchen where she found a blonde girl doing something… Yikes! She noticed her… well…

“Ahhh, hello!!! I was just passing by and no one answered so I thought I should check and… what are you doing? It sort of seems fun!”

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The sight of the girl brought a smile to Bianca's face. She was always happy to make new friends and since she was interested --! "I'm making cakes for a bake sale!" She held the bowl out to the other, revealing the batter inside. "Since the maid cafe doesn't have much in the way of funds, our supervisor suggested that we do something to raise money."

The sound of a timer going off interrupted the conversation and with a gasp, Bianca turned and made a dash for the oven - almost tripping again in the process. "Oh!" Regaining her balance, she carefully set the bowl aside before putting on oven mitts, opening one of the doors to remove a chocolate cake. Taking a few steps to the right, she set it upon the window sill to cool, before turning to face the other once more.

"Would you like to help? I still have a few more cakes baking - but after that they'll need to be decorated!" 

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.cooking by the book!

At the prompting of her supervisor Bianca decided to get a head start on making goods for an upcoming bake sale. Since her father prevented her from going out a lot when she was younger - she managed to develop a knack for baked goods, wanting to be useful in some way to her mother around the house.

After thanking the home economics class for use of their room repeatedly, Bianca closed the door and glanced around - placing the large cook book on the counter. "Right then, first thing's first!" Tripping her way over to a closet, she pulled out a rather cheery looking apron - tying it around her waist before pausing at the sink to wash her hands. 

Before long, she had a few different cake mixes going - pausing every now and again to taste the different creations. "Mm! I hope it'll taste this good after it's cooked." She mumbled, unknowingly wiping a bit of flour onto her cheek. Dumping half the batter into a pan, she started at the knock on the door - hurrying over to answer it with a bowl of mix tucked in her arm. 

"Ah, hello! -- Can I help you?" 

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case #2 how to make friends

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Whoa, this girl really fit the ~*shoujo*~ feel of this school. If Switch were here, he’d probably make some witty comment about her moe factor. Once the email got to talking about the Sket Dan things felt a little more comfortable for Bossun, or maybe his embarrassment over that dumbbutt picture was finally edging away. At the very least, he could type without making a bigger fool of himself. 

To: Bianca ([email protected]) From: Bossun ([email protected]) Re: Re: Re: Re: Comrades Wanted 

Actually I've got a period off in the afternoon, too, so we could meet? somewhere? How about the garden? 

And sent. It was more like he had several free periods considering… he only signed up for seven classes and… his World History 2 class was on infinite hiatus and… he hadn’t heard from most of his other classes…

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Legs swung to and fro as she sat on the edge of her bed, leafing through a magazine until she heard the familiar chime of her phone going off again. Lighting up with a smile at the other's agreement to meet up, she eagerly went to reply - pausing momentarily to contemplate about his suggestion to gather at the garden.

To: Bossun ([email protected]) From: Bianca ([email protected]) Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Comrades Wanted

The garden sounds fine! I'll see you as soon as the bell rings then!  ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

I'll be the blonde wearing a green hat!

Pressing the send button, she closed the phone with a snap and slid from her bed - grabbing her bag and hat before walking out the door. She made a mental note to stop and buy some snacks for the two of them before she went to the garden. If he was anything like her, he'd be starving by the end of the day too. 

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.Maid Cafe 000

Cyril looked through the guidelines of the club: general do’s and don’t’s, club budgets, what the budget won’t cover, what students can do to earn money, expectations in school festivals; it was all a bunch of nothing that he could just wing. Though he guessed having a secretary of some sort to deal with this wouldn’t hurt.

He’d already rented out the music room for their club activities and shifted through costume designs for the maid uniforms. Surprisingly, it was hard finding a good one. Though Cyril would have preferred something a bit more on the scantily clad side, he figured that the club wouldn’t last very long if he went in that direction. Members feeling sexually harassed and leaving and all that. There was also the cost of said uniforms because the club budget could only cover so much. He sighed. 

Well, at least he was getting paid for this. And if there was anything reliable about Cyril it was that he didn’t leave things unfinished. On one of the pages within the Maid Cafe guidelines there was a slip of paper listing off the members and their contact information. He pulled out his cellphone and sent an email to all of them.

To: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], ... ... From: [email protected] Subject: Maid Cafe Announcement 

Alright, kids. First thing's first, welcome to the Maid Cafe. 

Second, I'm going to need your guys' measurements for your costumes. 

Lastly, we're going to have to raise money to pay for everything we need, so get on that. Bake sales, craft shows, whatever it is that you guys can make a profit out of. Make sure you mention that the profits are going to the Maid Cafe and that should be good enough for the principle. 

Capisci? Good. I'll message you again once things are ready to open for real.

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♫ tobiagaru kurai shiawase kasoku shi te ku biito bpm -- ! maiagaru kimochi ten made kokoro himotoku hin-- ♩

Bianca blinked as her phone went off - alerting her to a new message. Sliding the device out of her pocket, she flipped it open and her face lit up at the prospect of starting her new extracurricular activity. While she wasn't completely sure what her measurements were, she had an idea and she assumed there would be a few fittings to get her costume just right before the cafe opened.

Pressing the button to reply, fingers went to work typing. 

Helloooooo! ＼（＾ ＾）／

My name is Bianca and my measurements are as follows:

B: XX W: XX H: XX

And I'll get started right away on your suggested ideas for fundraising, thank you!

~ Bianca

Aaaaaaand send!

The message was short but she was satisfied with it. 

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case #2 how to make friends

[justgoggleit]

It… it was a girl replying this time. Why was this dumb blingee message getting responses? Because it had a lot of pizzazz??? Was that why? If he had Switch blingee up a campaign to get people to join the Sket Dan would that actually work? Why hadn’t they done that earlier then???? The really odd part was that of the people responding to the message, none of them taunted him for it. The power of pizzazz was truly frightening… 

Oh, but he had to reply back, didn’t he? Good thing this was over email; chances were if Bossun had to do this talk in person it’d be… well painfully embarrassing. 

To:  Bianca ([email protected])  From: Bossun ([email protected])  Re: Re: Comrades Wanted

SALUTATIONS BIANCA

Well, it's... you know... I am... tr...y..i...ng to make friends, but. It's like. the. poster you know w...a.s..n't... me... it was... another friend...

WAIT, NO— the whole reason why email was better was because he didn’t HAVE TO BE A BUMBLING MESS HOW DID THAT—

But it was too late and the message sent. 

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By the time her phone lit up again, Bianca had managed to pull herself out of bed and dressed for the day. A stretch and she yawned - rubbing an eye as she laid across the freshly made comforter, picking up the phone to scroll through the message. Brows arched and she found herself laughing again. He seemed so nervous! Even the email was oddly worded and contained a... healthy amount of ellipses. 

To: Bossun ([email protected]) From: Bianca ([email protected]) Re: Re: Re: Comrades Wanted 

Oh! Well, either way it was a good idea, I think! I mean, I don't see how anyone could say no to such an interesting picture! (≧∇≦)/

So, uhm - tell me about your club?

Or better yet, would you like to meet up? I have a free period this afternoon! That might be easier than typing everything out over an email. 

Which do you prefer? 

Aaaaaand send! 

Bianca closed the phone, satisfied. This Bossun would probably appreciate how she offered to meet up with him instead of sending emails back and forth!  

[justgoggleit]

case #2 how to make friends

Things weren’t going so well for Bossun. He had spent his entire first day bawling his eyes out to the ground. Admittedly it was more like he was too embarrassed with himself to pick himself up than that the ground was a comfortable place to cry. After finally getting off the floor and resuming his classes, Bossun returned to his dormitory to cry some more contact Switch and Himeko and cry to them talk.

After teasing him a bit for crying on the first day, Himeko had been supportive and told him to BUCK UP and just try making friends again tomorrow. Switch, after filling the IM screen with stupid laughing emotes, stated that he would fix something up that would DEFINITELY cheer Bossun up. There was something a little eerie about that, but he let it be.

The next day, when Bossun woke up and checked his e-mail, he received one under an unknown address that had somehow gotten passed his spam folder. Apparently the e-mail was sent to everyone in the school. When he opened the attachment, it was…

Oh, good lord, this couldn’t end well…

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Sunlight filtered in through the opened window next to Bianca's bed coaxing the green eyes to open, arms raising to give a languid stretch. Beside her, an alarm began to chirp - alerting her to a new email. Scuffling around, hands pushed themselves beneath her pillow, lifting the cell phone to eye level and flipping it open. The address was unfamiliar and she blinked, head tilting. With a shrug, she pressed open and was taken aback at the glittery message. 

A want ad for friends...? How cute!

Rolling onto her stomach, Bianca opened up a new email and typed in the address that the previous message had pointed her to. 

To: Bossun ([email protected]) From: Bianca ([email protected]) Re: Comrades Wanted

Hi Bossun!

Are you really looking for new friends? Or was that message a joke? Either way, you have my attention! And I'm definitely interested. (⌒▽⌒)☆

- Bianca

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The loudest on campus.

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Eyes narrowed as his slight landed on a small blonde girl, brow arching with amusement as she flinched. Squalo marched toward the timid female, peering at the papers she fumbled with in hand. Another new student too? Since she was looking at a map that had to be the deal… well the Ninth did mention this to be a new school. Didn’t it just open recently? Shouldn’t there be some kind of lame orientation then? He snorted.

Following her directional gesture he was met with the main building. Well… obviously the infirmary should be located in the main building. He didn’t exactly want to walk around the main building in search of the infirmary while his left arm was feeling so uncomfortable. “Yeah fine lead the way.” The teen answered, jerking his head as a gesture for her to get a move on.

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With a nod, Bianca turned towards the direction she had pointed in and began to walk - her gait slow enough so that the other could keep an easy pace. Though it went without saying that he made her nervous, she found herself looking at him -- attempting to see if there was an obvious injury.

Adjusting the strap of her book bag, she cleared her throat quietly and then hesitantly spoke up. "M...My name is Bianca, by the way!" A pause and she offered him a smile, before chattering on."You must be new too, right? I guess this school is getting a lot of new students. I can't believe how big it is."

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HERE WE GO! [Open Post]

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A triumphant expression was plastered on his face as he dodged students and faculty, trying to make his way to somewhere he needs to be. However, this way he can make a detour and get a feel for the place. A tour, so to speak. A very destructive tour that would cause plenty of inconvenience. Not that he cared either way.

That was until a flash of blonde collapsed in the corner of his eye, prompting him to put on the brakes immediately without a second’s thought. He might be irresponsible, but he’s not that bad. closer. After determining that she wasn’t harmed in anyway, Masamune exhaled heavily before pondering whether or not to carry on, or stop to talk to her. It was obviously her first day as well, so it would most likely be a good idea to at least converse with her somewhat.

The brunette offered her hand to help her up adding a simple, “ya alright?” Ah yes, his habit of talking in English came out once again. That was something she, and the others around him will have to get used to. His previously smug face was now masked by a solemn look expressing a hint of worry. She must have been flighty to fall over so easily, but still, he wouldn’t be a teacher if he couldn’t do this much.

This certainly wasn’t cool.

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When the world came back into focus, Bianca found herself staring up at the man on the motorcycle, who seemed to be offering her a hand up. Embarrassed that she had reacted in such a manner, she reached out to him, using his weight to assist herself to her feet. "I-I'm alright." She replied, her voice faint. Removing her hand from his, fingers worked to brush the dust off her uniform, eyes glancing towards the other. After a moment, she smiled - adjusting the strap of her book bag upon her shoulder. 

"Uhm! I should... probably introduce myself." That... was the correct thing to do, right? "My name is Bianca -- are you a teacher here...?" 

He must have been, he looked too old to be a student - but then again, she never heard of a teacher riding a motorcycle to school. Or bring it into school! 

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The loudest on campus. [open]

“VOOOOOOI!!! GET YOUR ASS MOVING!!” The order came just before a swift kick was delivered onto the ass of a Varia grunt. Three of them walked ahead of their Boss, carrying bags filled with Squalo’s things. The day was already starting him out in a bad mood when he learned that his swords weren’t allowed on campus, or in the dorms. What the hell was that about? They had been allowed in middle school and the high school he had been attending previously! Then again that school hadn’t exactly been a normal one. Lifting his hand the teen growled as fingers raked through short silver locks. “Fuckin Ninth… this place is shit…. take those bags to dorm Y-1!!” 

Slate grey hues watched as the grunts walked off toward the dorms as ordered, once they were out of sight he directed his attention to the school campus. Since he was unfamiliar with it, he figured he’d take today as one to get himself familiar. But first… the nub of his left arm was really burning all the sudden. Tch- the medic had done a crappy job of wrapping it before the prosthetic arm was placed on. Other people did such crappy jobs— he’d have to do it himself if he wanted it done right. The schools infirmary should have the right materials he needed. Spotting the nearest person, he didn’t hesitate to ask.

“Voi! Tell me where the infirmary is.”

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"Alright -- so this is where the dorms end, and then this part of the school..." her voice dropped off to a low murmur as she jotted down notes on a small pad, attempting to draw a makeshift map to prevent her from becoming lost on the academy's large campus. Cheren would have been proud. Maybe. Turning on her heel, a hand raised to shield her eyes -- gaze lifting to the skyline. What time was it, anyway? Maybe she should find the cafeteria and buy a snack or something. 

The sudden, booming sound of someone yelling caused the blonde to jump - almost losing her precious papers in the process. Whirling around towards the source of the noise, she visibly flinched when the other approached her, scrambling to try and find her notes on the infirmary. 

"Oh, right! I know where that is. It's..." page flip, page flip, page flip. 

-- "It's this way!" Points and then pauses, shoving the papers into her satchel. "Would you like me to take you there?" If he needed to know where it was there was a good chance he was injured, right? Right! 

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A girl.

It was a girl.

Tachimukai had went and made a fool of himself in front of a person of the opposite sex. He didn’t quite know how to react when he was next to girls, because the only ones he had met were either in the soccer team (meaning they blended really well with the guys) or the managers who, well, didn’t pay that much attention to him.

” A-Ah, thank you. ” he bowed awkwardly, before realizing he probably shouldn’t have done that. Raising his left arm and foot at the same time, he marched to the bench before plopping himself next to the girl. Upon closer inspection, she was quite pretty. Never before had he seen such fair hair and he was quite at a loss of words. His ears were probably the same brilliant shade of scarlet his cheeks were. The boy’s knuckles went white as he clutched his pants.

Suddenly, a wave of confidence just hit him.

’ You can do this, Tachimukai. Just ride the waves, little man~ ‘

It wasn’t quite clear why he was getting imaginary advice from his friend who was god-knows-where, but it boosted up his courage. The amber haired teenager straightened up his back and with a smile plastered on his face, he finally spoke.

” My name’s new student and I’m a Tachimukai Yuuki here. “

Apparently, his self confidence had forgotten to tell him about order and syntax in a sentence.

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While the other's discomfort was noted, Bianca couldn't figure out why he appeared to be so nervous. She was the least intimidating person she knew! Now, if it had been Cheren - or someone equally as serious sitting here instead of her, then he'd have every right to be stuttering. Still, she did her best to set him at ease - smiling in reply to his word of thanks, her own head bowing. "You're welcome!"

Silence ensued between them and she found herself occasionally glancing to the other out of the corner of her eye. Should she say more? He seemed like he was seriously contemplating something. Inhaling deeply, she turned towards him -- 

-- Only to have him speak up first.

Well, that was alright! She was eager to make new friends, after all. 

My name's new student and I'm a Tachimukai Yuuki here. 

Brows arched and then knitted together - before a giggle escaped her lips. "You mean... you're Tachimukai Yuuki and you're a new student here?" 

A hand went out, offering itself to the other along with a bright smile. "It's nice to meet you, Tachimukai Yuuki! My name is Bianca."  

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HERE WE GO! [Open Post]

So this is were he was going to be working.

It dawned on the man just how quiet it was, considering the fact it was a school. Well, beggers can’t be choosers. Hopefully the little tykes he’s going to be “teaching” are going to prove interesting or at the very least, remotely competent. Luckily he was teaching the advanced class, so he wouldn’t have to worry about that. He probably wouldn’t even have to teach them anything if they were in his class, leaving him time to do as he pleased, which suited him nicely.

He was sat astride his motorbike, glancing around for a place to park it that was close by which proved futile. He didn’t have time for this and following rules aren’t exactly his forte. Running his hands through his hair, the man had to contemplate the best course of action. 

Closing his lone eye, he visualised every single strategy he could think of before it hit him. He didn’t have to follow the norms. If they wanted to fire him, they could. Since every school would be lucky to have him.

Directing his bike to the doors of the school, he revved up his engine and burst through them, popping a wheelie as he powered in. With a smirk gracing his features, he carried on throughout the corridors, narrowly missing everyone who was in his way.

It was safe to say that he, Date Masamune, had arrived and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

His large voice ricocheted off the walls, “What this place needs is a party and I’m here to start it”

What a fine teacher he was.

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"Okay... I have Creative Writing, then Financing... oh -- darn, did I leave that book back in my room?" Leaning further into her locker, Bianca felt the pressure of time constraints wear down on her. It seemed she did forget to bring one of her books and with a glance to the wall clock she wondered if she had time to run back real quick to gra--

BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!

"O-Oh, I guess I don't." And now she was left hopping from foot to foot in the slowly emptying hallway. Should she go back or just continue on? What a pickle she seemed to have involved herself in. After a moment of extreme contemplation, Bianca resolved to go back for her book - turning to head for the exit. 

Of course, that plan was completely forgotten when the doors burst open and someone rode in on their motorcycle. The noise from both the bike and the man riding it was enough to send her reeling - tripping over her own feet and falling flat onto her back. 

Is this how city people announce their arrival? Bianca had a lot to learn. 

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The soft breeze ruffled Tachimukai’s hair as the trailing edge of the Sun’s disk disappeared below the horizon. Nightfall was actually his favourite part of the day because seeing two opposites collide into such a breathtaking scenery always left him dumbfounded. However, he had rarely seen it when he was still home. The only times when he was truly happy was when he traveled with his friends throughout the country, even though they weren’t doing it for fun. After graduating and splitting up, he spent half of the summer stargazing and assigning a star to each of his teammates. The other half he had traveled all the way to Okinawa with his parents, where he had the pleasant surprise to see Tsunami again.

But the present was present and he soon realized he shouldn’t have been outside at this hour without someone next to him. Sure, they were on a campsite but who knows what sorts of people were here !! His father had warned him about this and had sort of given Tsunami the bodyguard position. Alas, the older boy was nowhere in sight and the bench right there sure looked comfortable.

Dashing to it, he soon realized someone was already sitting on it. Dissappointed, the boy tried stopping in his tracks and turning back, but the slippery grass underneath his feet decided to make him stumble juuust enough, until he was completely down on his bottom.

” O-Ouch… ” he mumbled as he was already getting back on his feet.. Brushing the dirt off his pants, he soon realized he had caught the other person’s attention.

“S-Sorry, I didn’t realize you were there so I sort of just… tried going back… “

Well that obviously didn’t work out too well.

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The day had been a busy one for the academy's newest student. Or, one of them anyway. From the looks of it - the student body and staff migrated to the school in droves. To a girl from a town that housed probably twenty people at best, it was a little overwhelming. 

Or a lot.

With a heavy sigh, Bianca sank onto a nearby bench, legs stretching themselves out as she slouched downwards. She left home in hopes of finding a new life - one that was less inhibited and more unrestrained, but most of all a good distance away from her overbearing father. She desperately wanted to prove that she wasn't as clueless as he believed her to be. Fingers idly toyed with the clasp of her satchel -- barely noticing the approaching figure. 

It wasn't until he fell that she actually looked up, an expression of surprise written on her features. 

"Are you alright? -- You could still sit here if you like..." a hand gestured to the other side of the bench, straightening her own posture in the process.  

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WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

Hmm... probably my bag? It carries everything I need within it! Oh! No wait, my hat. -- Or maybe my glasses... 

...

C-can I choose more than one thing?

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