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@solxris
[ I'M REALly sorry for not working on the replies right now because I'm still uncomfortable with the fact that I mis-characterized Hinata a lot and bc of my fear of being OOC oops (goddamnit i must be the crappiest hinata in the entire universe) I'm such a perfectionist please spare me my life I'll be working on them right away but my insecurity will come in between for sure (it's gonna take a while blah) ]
volleyball {Minato & Hinata}
It’s time for his volleyball lesson. To say the truth, he doesn’t know how to play volleyball. He can actually can sign up for the swimming lesson, but seeing he already know how to swim, he decided to sign up for this. How idiotic is he. But that’s actually why there’s a volleyball lesson, to teach you about volleyball.
But…
He doesn’t understand anything what the teacher is saying, nor even the teaching. Sighed. He thought swimming was more diffcult to learn, never knew volleyball is the one. More sighing. This is going to be troublesome.
Suddenly, the teacher had an emergency and have to leave the gym, not before calling us to try smacking the ball over the net. Was it smacking….? He’s not too sure himself too.
At the corner of the gym, holding the ball, unsure what to do.
Classes are usually… different from what he’s used to in club activities, of course - they’re kinda fun, sometimes intense, but knowing that most of the students aren’t enjoying this at all makes playing matches difficult. Movements are forced, actions sloppy - the little amount of people motivated sometimes makes him… a little mad? Not really - but if it wasn’t their interest, he wouldn’t have forced them either. It’s just a class, anyway.
A loud whistle, and all students circled the teacher, some abrupt, some tardily dragging themselves towards the authority. After a couple of words, he heads out – leaving the students completely on their own. Chattering occurred, while a couple of the crowd went to their positions, some wandered off, and others; well others - they stood there, volleyball in their hands, confused and almost motionless.
Hinata was quite happy that they were spiking - the stinging feeling left on his hand had always excited him. It meant that he spiked. The thrill of spiking almost always left him excited and speechless - just thinking about it made him feel eager. Trotting cheerfully towards the line, his eyes spot the clueless face of another student; standing in the corner and observing, doing nothing particularly but looking around.
Maybe he was one of the students who didn't listen. Oh well.
"Hey! We're lining up for spikes right now!"
Who does he shoot? He's as confused as a man could be. --- So, what now? Damn.
Gun in his hands, his confidence wavered from 'I can totally do this' to 'Please don't shoot me'. Shouting out that he's a potential target doesn't seem to be any better either. Only did he notice that there were a couple of people with different marks - okay, this is it. He decides to fire 3 shots at random towards a stranger.
"YAAAH!"
It's actually all about stealth, but... good luck surviving that, Hinata.
ka-paintball
break the ice; have our muses interact!
This includes not only if our characters haven’t met yet, but even if they already have.
"Are you lost?" 'And you are?” "Who are you?" "I don’t think we’ve met." "How old are you?" "How long have you been there?" "Can I trust you?" "Who do you think you are?" "Are you wearing my clothes…?" "You’re cute." "Would you like to go on a date with me?" "People are watching." "Be Careful!" "Help me!" "I’ve got bad news." "Hate to break it to you.. but ___ is dead." "I will never forgive you." "I’m sorry…" "Why are you so angry?" "Just kill me!" "This is where it ends." "Victory!" "Stay close!" "Watch it!" "Why don’t you hate me?!" "You can’t just give up… not now!"
koizaki-io replied to your post://SERIOUSLY IT’S BECAUSE OF MY WI FI *STARES AT A...
PATS YOU.. PATS YOU A LOT NEXT TIME… it okay i’m sure they’ll have these again shh shh (also i am getting to your reply on arata too sweats)
// CRIES THANK YO U - NEXT TIM E, NEXT TIME I T IS THE N. [ dw about the reply *looks into the sky an thinks how i spend longer than a week to reply a fricking one-liner bc of my hiatus ]
His enthusiasm is infectious! You feel like going out and shooting everyone, despite the fact that you’re already out…
"That’s great! You should join Blue team! We’re the best team around."
"? Blue team?"
It doesn't take much pondering, of course, but still. Why blue? ...Just because the stranger's been saying they're the best around doesn't necessarily mean it, or...?
"Count me in!"
Who cares. It's time for some paint ball.
//SERIOUSLY IT'S BECAUSE OF MY WI FI *STARES AT A WALL i want to join i want to j o i n I WANT TO J O I N but my wifi...
Oh, John’s never seen this guy before! Yet another person you should convince to join Blue team.
"Hey, are you interested in playing paintball?"
Interested? Shooting down people with colored spheres? Sounds cool. Looks cool. Seems cool. So yeah, he is, he definitely is.
"!!! I kinda am!"
Paintball. Paintball war. Although it wasn't volleyball, it sure looked like lots of fun. All these colors and... injuries... and... reparation costs...
...
But how does this even work.
middle schooler? || @solxris
It had been a long day of classes, but Ludger did enjoy teaching them. As rays of the setting sun coloured the school’s corridor, muffled shouts from the outside peaked the teachers interest. "Club activities are starting, huh." He never really watched the kids participate in the clubs after school, so he decided to take a look.
Just as he was making his way to the gym for a quick peek at the sports clubs, an orange headed middle school kid ran by, carrying a volleyball. "Hey, you shouldn’t be running in the halls like that! And, this is a high school, are you lost?"
Whenever his eyes caught glimpse of the calming hues of sunset, his impatience grew and grew - knowing well that within less than an hour, a minute, maybe a second; club activities are starting. It was one of the things he looked forward to most - and since it was his first time participating, he was even more pumped up. The intense feeling of excitement jolted through his body as the bells rang, his feet carrying him through the halls as fast as they could. The bag swung around his shoulders felt a little heavy while running, but he didn't mind.
"Hey, you shouldn’t be running in the halls like that!"
"Osu...!" with this, he stopped his running to an immediate halt, nevertheless attempting to quicken his walking pace while not-trying-to-sprint-walk to the gym. He couldn't endure that of course - but his walking eventually slowed down to an amble - stopping completely as the last words of the teacher finally reached his ears. "? No, why –“ Oh. OH. “...I’m... a high-schooler. Of this school.”
This was truly agonizing.
[A kohai, huh…? He’s had them before, and he knows what to do. it’s not really a cause of any surprise for him.]
…..
[but this one is so tiny. and so orange.]
"Wha-what are you staring at!"
He came out to have a good time and he's honestly feeling so attacked right now. Someone please tell this ignorant crow it's his senpai.
{ Kyoya & Hinata } Sleep is for the weak
One of the worst things one could do in Kyoya’s presence was to sleep in the middle of his class — well, one of the worst things. Still, the classroom fell into silence as the raven squinted at one of his students, slowly putting his textbook on top of the desk before making his way to the sleeping ginger.
He noticed a volleyball ball was being used as pillow and he frowned.
How did this kid even get inside his class with that?
There was no hesitation when the skylark reached forward and pulled the ball to himself, a loud thud! resonating across the room as Hinata’s head crashed against his table at the lack of the makeshift pillow. And there Kyoya stood, with a frown between his eyebrows and eyes narrowed.
"See me after class, Hinata Shouyou. You’re on detention."
A gymnasium. Hundreds of spectators. Cheering. Shouting. People sweating, breathing. And him, standing among them, blinded by the bright light falling upon the entire court.
It doesn't take long until all had quieted down. Time stopped for a second when the ball connected with the hand of the guy behind him, initiating an abrupt series of movements in front of his eyes. Three mere actions within less than a minute, and the rotating sphere had already reached their side. Eyes widened, focus set onto his surroundings, he launched off towards the net, shouting. Knees bending, stretching right after, hand pulled back for a spike, he closed his eyes.
The toss will come to me. It will ---
THUD!
In trance, his mouth barely agape, the poor guy had little to no awareness of what was happening. Nothing had reached him, even after a wave of faint, incoherent laughter circled him. Slowly, his sight cleared, followed by a yawn he smothered as best as he could. Only when Hinata's gaze had shifted towards his frowning teacher standing in front of him, did he realize what was what - shoulders jerking up in all of a sudden. He could sense a scary aura just from looking at him, and - oh no, please - this is not happening. P l e a s e.
"Urgh-- I-- B-but---"
I have afternoon activities, he pondered, mumbling the last part inaudibly as the gaze set upon him carved even deeper into his poor soul.
[ AYE I'm partially back again I kinda feel a little better than before but at the same time I kind of lost Hinata so all I've been doing in my free time's been analyzing his personality ANYWAY a lot of people joined (and deleted?) and I set up a tracker for starters and replies hopefully I didn't forget anyone. (and maybe I'll make some starters again but until now it's still tbd) I will be back presumably on the 14th as the announced semi-hiatus and I do hope I'll be capable of finishing all the starters and replies until then yeah //rolls out ]
homework [ c r u i s s i r ]
CRUISSIR
Disregarding the fact that he just --- sucked at anything related to thinking a lot (basically all kinds of school related work), he actually put a lot of effort into the given tasks, even if all time spent remained more or less useless in the end. Hands running through the semi-filled and doodled pages of homework, Hinata stared at the reappearing blanks in between every one or two paragraphs. Sure, he had been working on this for about an hour already, and using up his break to carefully read through the tasks had already taken a lot of self-control; especially when there was nothing but the urge to run off and throwing these pages into blazing fire on his mind.
It didn't change the fact that he still had to. Not just because of he wouldn't be able to keep up with a lot of classes, but also because he had to deal with the stress of taking supplementary courses which w i l l fill in his afternoon activity – the only reason why he could endure hell school – and he wouldn’t want that to happen. Even if it means to fight until he’s on the verge of tears, he’d have to hold through. For the sake of sports. For the sake of volleyball.
Focus shifting slowly back onto the sheets of formulas and algebra, he immediately looks away by the first glance of the same question he’s been sitting at for 20 minutes already and swore a loud ‘nope’ under his breath before stepping out of the classroom. He couldn’t do it.
Breathing a loud sigh, he walked a little down the hall, eyes widening as he spots a face he deemed a little familiar from the morning classes. That’s it. Running toward the other student, he exclaimed words which weren't necessarily thought-through.
“Hey! You take math classes too, right? Could you maybe help me for a sec?”
[ My head is burning from thinking about plot ideas so I'm writing down what I still need to do in case something's missing / you want to have a starter or so then please message me
I have 3 starters left (cruissir, mercernaryary, kittyofnekoma) and 2 replies to do (purple-skylark, arxma)
I hope I got everyone. ]
Meet the Mun!
Basics:
Name: rie / maey / yuno / cookie / bear / etc. URL: morisukeee Characters Played: Hinata Shouyou Birthday: sept. 19th Height: ~163cm Eye colour: black Hair colour: dark brown / black Gender: bear Sexuality: asexual Relationship Status: single
Favourites:
Character: Hinata Shouyou, Nanami Chiaki Colour: warm colors, but also blue Singer/Band: Ed Sheeran, Bastille & Imagine Dragons School Subject: English, Latin, (Art) Book: The Night Circus Sites: tumblr & pixiv Past-Time: roleplaying, drawing, reading, coding, learning new languages (?)
