#rival open

[capricorns-clown-blog]

Chilln' by the water

Gamzee had always loved visiting the beach. Of course, he was a bit too far away to actually up and go to a real one anytime soon, but they still had water. The school had an amazing fountain in the garden, and the boy just loved going and sitting near it. Sure, there were benches, but there was something better about sitting on the ground.

There was a pool, and he knew that he could swim there if he wanted. Fountains weren't good for swimming in, unless you were really tiny or they were really big. The pool felt wicked unnatural though, and he preferred all the plants in the garden.

Really, the only thing that would make the day better was if he had a buddy to come get their chill on with him. He didn't realize it, but his wish might just be granted.

[yamuraeha-blog]

—science is wonderful!

drifting through the hallways with a nose buried deep into a book was a woman that cared little for her surroundings. with her petite stature she proved easy to miss, and yet the shock of aqua strands protruding from the top edges of the tome seemed to brilliant to ignore. for the most part, the bodies around her made way for her aimless wandering, parting into a path only she would walk before closing back in. her presence was demanding in that sense, her concentration so admirable no one would dare break it.

until, carelessly, someone unwittingly became her obstacle.

no matter the reason as to why this individual decided not to make way for her, it was still her fault for not being careful in her steps. still, as the pages were roughly shoved into her face so suddenly and alarmingly that her eyes closed shut, she couldn`t help but inwardly curse the situation. with a high pitched yelp, yamraiha took a step back, paying careful attention with how her hands recovered the text of which its pages were dangerously close to ripping out.

"sorry, so sorry—" the blue haired woman began, glancing upward to finally see who she`d collided with. "are you okay?"

[kagurapping-blog]

{ wow. no members.

which means no food. and, um, no, as if kagura was going to buy her own food.

time for some promoting around school! good thing it was lunchtime. }

"H-Hey you!! Come quick, aru! There's a big, hungry bear in that room and it's gonna go berserk and eat everyone if it doesn't get any food, aru! You better bring along your lunches, that'll calm it down!" { she grabbed the arm of a random passing student and urged them to follow her. or rather she dragged them to the 'bear-occupied' room. not really promoting but oh well. }

[electrocutor-blog]

door targets: open

"Remember, everyone, your homework is due tomorrow. I don't tolerate late work," called out the teacher.

The bell honked for class' dismissal, and Mitsunari sighed, shoving his Anatomy textbook and notebooks into his messenger bag. Rubbing his face, he tugged up his bag onto one shoulder, shoving his hands in his pockets as became one with the sea. Students were messily tumbling out of hallways to go back into other classrooms. Mitsunari had a free period and planned to use it outside to reread the assigned pages in Literary Analysis. "Why must I read this detestable thing anyway?" he grumbled. Reaching into his pack, Mitsunari pulled it out. War and Peace. Lord Hanbei might appreciate a book like this. Whatever.

At the end of the double doors, he shoved one open suddenly, resounding with a thunk against something else. Or rather, someone else. Mitsunari looked through the doorway and scowled. "Watch where you're going next time."

open: for anyone.

ooc notes: I'm starting out with small posts. Mitsunari's just being his usual grump self so I threw this starter out.

[delicateshimmer-blog]

Confusion?? (open)

Seto was actually pretty excited! It was his first day at a new school... well, he'd never actually been to a real school before. He was home schooled by his grandpa his whole life. And now, he actually got to be around a lot of people! This was more people than he'd ever seen in his entire life. He'd already put his things into the dorms and now was on his way to explore the campus. However... his sense of direction was awful, and he soon found himself lost.

"Aw man..." He pouted to himself, looking hopelessly at the school map and accidentally holding it upside down. It took him a moment to realize it, and he looked around sheepishly to make sure no one had seen him make such a dumb mistake. Ah, if only he could find some one familiar with the campus to help him around...

[popularkind-blog]

[ open | intro ] the CD keeps skipping

[Your name is Dave Strider and you couldn't be more bored than right now.]

"A basic knowledge of statistics will be essential in the higher-level positions you will be assuming..."

[You suppose that you would rather be here than watching paint dry.]

"An understanding of basic statistics will be of value to you personally because it will expand your intellectual horizon and enable you to critically analyze the statistics that are becoming commonplace in newspapers and periodicals—in health and medicine, sports, finance, and other areas. A knowledge of basic statistics is now an essential part of being a well-educated person..."

[Scratch that. You'd watch two coats of paint dry. Anything but this.]

The senior nearly fell asleep with his shades precariously nearing the edge of his nose, jerking a little in his spot once his head dipped lower than usual and sitting up expectantly. After a couple more minutes of a lecture that he couldn't recall even if his life depended on it, Dave grabbed his backpack once class was over and strode out of the doorway with a pleasant feeling of relief. Statistics had been sharpening its collective blades for an impromptu warfare while attempting to saw his head clean off with its boring dialog and redundant chapters. Not to mention, the teen had no idea what most of it meant as math-related classes never really struck him right, so he was hoping to get out of that death pit with a D, or maybe a C if he sacrificed a goat to Athena, the Goddess of War and Wisdom.

It was becoming a very real possibility.

This was his first year at this school, a little late for a transfer as it was his senior year, but that didn't seem to matter too much. He had mainly picked this place out to get away from his overbearing brother and meet up with his sister whom he had only communed with through online chats. Not to mention, some of his other friends had been considering going here so if they did show up, it'd become the most prime establishment anyone has ever walked in on. Until then, he'd been keeping himself occupied with fencing and photography while writing metaphorical and symphonic raps that only the musical geniuses could appreciate. At some point Dave had become the Fencing Captain too, but it wasn't a surprise as he had always had sword fights with Bro back at home- even though the swords were shitty.

Roaming throughout the hallways, he was stopped by students here and there who wanted to say 'hello' or ask the ever popular question, but very generic, 'what's up?'. Some asked about when his next game was for lacrosse, some asked how the Captain was doing, and mostly everyone else just gravitated towards him with their mouths running or gaping open like a fish out of water- either way, Dave barely knew any of them by their first names as he couldn't care less. Maybe it was a bit egocentric with a dash of apathy, but the cool kid certainly gained a crowd pretty fast around here- it could be because of how he acted or what he was into, maybe it was the sports he excelled in or the ironic photography he manipulated, or maybe he is just that fucking attractive- damn grab a fucking pen and write this shit down before you lose track of all the reasons on why Dave Strider is popular. 

But sometimes it got to be a bit much. Not that he couldn't handle it, no way- a Strider can deal with anything, but a break was acceptable now and again.

And during those times, like right now, he'd go into the large garden placed in the middle of the Academy like a centerpiece, where most of his sporty friends or geeky fans didn't visit often, and Dave would sit back on the forgotten pines of an old bench to relax. That's where he found himself after class once again, ignoring the impending responsibilities in favor of sitting underneath the shade of trees to enjoy the quietness of his 'secret spot'. A bell rang in the distance and he realized he was going to miss his next class, but moving wasn't really an option anymore. If anyone else was skipping, well hopefully they'd keep their mouth shut or if a teacher found him- then he'd just deal with it.

A Strider can deal with anything.

[herwielder]

[open|lunch time]

     His mornings start out like clockwork, and this isn't any different.

     He's up an hour before his alarm even starts blaring and sets off to make use of the bathroom the dorms have so graciously granted them. Between the two bedrooms and the four males that this unit currently houses, he isn't about to get stuck waiting for his turn. He isn't going to take his chances on the hot water supply either.

     Thirty minutes in and he's already stepping out of the bathroom and adjusting his tie in its proper place; hair free of evidence that he's just woken up, shoes polished and suit pressed and smoothed over to rid of any creases. He had a reputation to keep, after all, he can't look raggedy simply because he lives in a dormitory.

     Which, for all intents and purposes, would suit him just fine for now as his roommates aren't particularly annoying anyway. He'd still prefer his own room but alas, that simply wasn't how the school system works and he'll deal with that.

     The alarm he's set has once again proven itself useless and he finds himself unplugging it to get rid of the redundant thing. He's never slept in, and he wasn't about to get started. It was becoming a pain to have to shut it off every single morning anyway.

     Classes went by without a hitch and soon enough lunch time rolls in with the unmistakable chime that rang throughout the academy. So you head straight for the crowded cafeteria to grab something before it gets too crowded and head for the garden to claim a bench for yourself.

     His bench. This is his bench now. If he had a knife on him there wasn't a doubt that he'd even go as far as carving his name into the wooden bench. But alas, he can't carry stuff like that around (not that it's stopped him before). Still, the point stands and he isn't about to just share his seat with someone for chitchat or something as stupid as that.

     With his background it wouldn't be a surprise if people gave him a wide radius of breathing room. For safety. But that's none of his concern, he's hungry and he wants to sink his teeth into his hamburger so damn right he's going to do that.