#sof closed

[sexyfinebitch-blog]

*:･ﾟ '✿,｡Shopping Date･:*:❀･ﾟ'❁

It had only been the day after their little meeting, but that was more than enough of a wait period before messaging her. Besides, he sort of needed to get those maid uniforms done sooner rather than later. To think he actually had a good excuse to see Sophie again; he didn't even have to make something up!

This was possibly the first time he had so many underaged girls in his contacts. This was also possibly the first time his contacts were listed as anything other than a physical attribute. Nice Tits, Good Bang, Hot Bimbo, Nice Tits 2, etc... Finally he got to Sophie's entry and opened up a new message. Typically when he sent an email or text to someone, Cyril liked to be incredibly annoying and use as much chatspeak as possible, but he was trying to be professional here. Heh.

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: So about that shopping date...

Hey, doll. I don't suppose now would be a good time to go to the fabric store? I'll meet you outside at the front gate in about an hour.

Good enough? Good enough.

[lucky-doge-blog]

//Anonymous beauty// [@Ferris; closed]

Schools are always portrayed as a place where gossip is a part of daily life: on TV, in books - you name it, it's probably a stereotype. It's also safe to say that this interpretation is highly accurate, and Tancho Academy was no exception to this. With such a wide array of personalities and lively characters it'd be stupid to assume that no gossip occurred in the hallways. Or really, anywhere. Students, teachers and other faculty staff: they all got involved in the rumour mill.

For Gian, being able to tell the difference between a true and false rumour was easy. When he worked his rackets on the street, back with CR:5, rumours were always an important source of information. If a member of the gang was thinking of becoming a turncoat, if an opposing gang was making a move on his territory, if someone was disrupting business. All of these things were important tip offs, and without them Gian wouldn't nearly have achieved the level of success he had on the streets of Daivan. 

Most of the stuff he heard was just idle speculation at Tancho, they were schoolkids after all and making dumb rumours passed the time and made the days more fun. There was one particular piece of information which he heard numerous times and became curious about. There was a teacher employed at Tancho who was absolutely beautiful, perfect - like a goddess. She worked as a Foods teacher, but that's all he knew of her. He got one of the kids he counseled who was in her class to pass on a message saying he wanted to meet her.

Man, if she's as hot as they're making her out to be I'm in luck. It's been a while since I've had a good lay.

Gian smirked to himself. To her, this was just him wanting to meet to get to know each other. Gian still didn't know a lot of the staff on intimate terms, and that was to be expected from someone who was new to the Academy, but reaching out to her like this gave off the facade to her that he just wanted to get more friendly with his co-workers. No lady resisted the charms of the Lucky Dog, it was his natural born fortune and great looks which made him such a success with women. This case shouldn't be anything different: two people, getting to know each other. And their bodies.

Reaching into his desk drawer, he pulled out a handheld mirror and began tidying up his hair. Usually Gian wouldn't give a shit about his appearance, but if he was meeting someone who was supposed to be this gorgeous he wanted to make sure he looked just as stunning for her. After all, shouldn't a guy look presentable? Hearing a firm knock on his office door, he scurried to put the mirror back under his desk. "Open!" His comapany was here.

The door creaked open, and between the crack Gian could see a face peer though it. He could only see her facial features, but he definitely liked what he saw. A big grin grew on his face.

"Hey, I've been expecting ya! Don't be shy and come on through"

[shining--optimism-blog]

— interview with a courier.

The issue was getting close, but it wasn't a problem. Maya was happy that she was able to get the interview with Six for the paper. Not to mention that it was her first interview ever since she took the job here at Tancho. The fact that it was for the school newspaper was irrelevant. She was just happy to do her life's work upfront again.

She picked the time and spot to do the interview, and she was, again, glad that Six was being so cooperative. Maya arrived at the spot early and got everything ready. The first thing that was important was to at least make your interviewees comfortable enough to speak with you, or else nothing was going to get anywhere for either of them. Once Six had arrived, Maya was more than prepared... at least technically.

"Thanks for doing this interview with us, Six! We'll get right on with the interview." she said, offering a seat if he wanted to take it. As of this moment, Maya was in journalist mode. And nothing was going to take her off of it anytime soon.

"Now, to start us off, you're the current Head of Security in our campus. I want to ask; What are your views for the safety of our faculty and students?" she asked, onto her first question.

[mountainofcorpses-blog]

no food in the library

A rule he seems to have disregarded. It wasn't too hard to sneak past the librarian with a packaged treat from the cafeteria. A sweet one, he assumed.. It had colorful packaging for one thing. A recommendation courtesy of one of the cafeteria ladies! He may have been a bit more grateful.

If he could taste it. 

Huddled in a less populated area of the library in an aisle of dusty books, you could find Yoite. He'd dragged a chair into the aisle, not wanting to be crowded at any point and it was relatively darker in the aisle. No pretty open windows. No sun glaring at him. It was almost a perfect hiding place. 

Almost...

By now he'd removed the package from his pastry, eyes never left the pages of what he'd been reading as he took a bite of the treat. Crumbs fell from the pastry onto the book's pages. Paying no mind to this, Yoite turned the page. It was then that he noticed someone was standing right in front of him. He didn't even hear them approach... It was just their shadow that caught his attention.

"..."

Lifting his gaze, he peered up at the man in question.  

Way to present yourself, Yoite. With a touch of a frown, the Kira user wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. A tilt of the head and...

"....?"

Nope. No words.

[i-fucking-hate-heroes-blog]

Are 516 hours up yet } Closed @ Jelly

It was a surprise that Mao even bothered to go to class. He had to do a whole shitload of work, but it just...didn't work that well with him. He wished that being an honor student up here, in the mortal world worked like it did in the Evil Academy down in the Netherworld. Unfortunately, it didn't. He couldn't skip class, and he couldn't not do his homework and still manage to get a good grade. 

Hell, when he tried to ditch one of his classes, he got caught and was forced to go either way. And he was forced to sit in the dead front. Right in front of the teacher. How terrible-! 

He'd get revenge on that teacher eventually. Once he managed to think of something. 

He was planning to go back to his dorm and play video games, or sleep. Whatever sounded nice. Or maybe he could check on Almaz and see how his status is with becoming a demon. Hm... he could do that later. Right now, all that really mattered to him was playing a video game for the next... ten or so hours-! 

Getting lost in his thoughts of what he was going to do when he got to his dorm, he wasn't paying attention to where he was walking, and for the possible fourth time ever since he came to this school, he ran right into someone. 

"Watch it!" He exclaimed, as if it was completely there fault. 

[jellyshits-blog]

☂ under my umbrella

Of all things, it was raining. For once, the use of a transparent umbrella that was constantly held and open every moment of the day (except indoors, of course) proved to be of normal, logical purpose for this very day especially. That is, Clear did not mind the rain one bit, not even a quarter of a fraction no more. He loved rain, droplets of water that mysteriously fell from the sky above to the ground below and covered every inch of it as far as it was permitted to reach. In essence, rain could be light and friendly, moderate and enjoyable or dastardly and dangerous all at once. It mattered not of what mood the weather was in today; this weirdo absolutely adored the rain.

He extended his arm out from under the shelter of the umbrella, fingertips curled up to the heavens while droplets of rain made both tiny and moderate-sized dots that darkened his gloves to a slightly different shade than the white fabric, the cool moisture appealing to Clear in an intimate way in which he appreciated nature at this point in time while it occasionally occurred one day to the next. This was one change in pace that Clear needed out of the drawl of an after school schedule. Walk aimlessly, nothing new nor special in any shape or form. Rain was the moment of peace and harmony he needed without there being the consequence of obnoxious downpours or dreadful lightning strikes that could prove fatal. As long as Clear had his umbrella, the afternoon to behold was just that much better now that he could experience the rain firsthand without the school policy keeping him indoors. 

That song again! I can feel it just like old times all over again!

Clear thought of home, wherever that may reside now, thinking of his precious Jellyfish Song and just how much the rain rejuvenated him to sing that silly old song again. Tilting his head toward the sky, the white haired male begin to open his mouth to allow the song to escape until an abrupt sound that rang in his ears stopped all sound from making its first tune. Another pair of feet shifted in the concrete that was now moist from the rain and it nearly startled every bit of Clear in which he briefly jerked his shoulders upward, immediately turning in the very direction of the sound. 

"Wha...!" Through the lenses of the gas mask he still insisted to wear even during this rainy day, he spotted another individual but one who wasn't so fortunate to have an umbrella to cover his head with very much ease. He wasn't exactly soaked to the bone with the light showers and instead had other means to cover his head. However, Clear wanted to be of some use with so much room he had under that umbrella he kept handy. So, after a brief moment of staring, Clear hurried right over to the other, an indigo-haired, younger male, and casually offered his umbrella without a second thought, allowing the small droplets to now dampen his ivory hair and the black rubber of his gas mask.

[bweeeeeeeeeee]

7 minutes of kinky hate/love domination [CLOSED, Charles]

What kind of bullcrap was this? Sweet Bro expected the game to be with some hot wonan to have sloppy makeouts with her, but he was deceived. He was devastated and angry too.

He took Charles by his only arm and dragged him to the closet. He dominated this time, and he wanted to use that power well. He wanted to make Charles suffer.

"Come here you fuckmunch and get inside this shitty closet", Sweet Bro said, pushing Charles inside with unnecessary violence and extremely dangerous force. "You'll make whatever I want you to do and you have no right to complain."