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Executive Mission

@theflyingpotchirps “How the hell did I get stuck with this damn box.” Black brows furrowed over a fierce looking set of emerald eyes. “Said I didn’t know where this damn room is and I’m still wandering the halls.” A long sigh passed parted lips, before she came upon another hallway and yet another string of descending numbers. Perhaps the third time would be the charm... Emiko Takahashi had never bothered getting into the political buzz that went on with Kaibara. Honestly, she couldn’t care less about who was in office or what exactly it was that they were doing. It almost always tended to be a popularity contest. Oh--that reminded her that she did know one name and that, of course, was the President. Yuki Sohma. There wasn’t a single person in that school who didn’t know his name. This, of course, only reinforced the whole ‘popularity contest’ theory. When it came to school, however, Emiko honestly wasn’t involved in all that much. It wasn’t any surprise she didn’t know where the extra-curriculars were held and it was no surprise she found herself lost. This was no uncommon occurrence for the petite female. She had no idea why she was asked to carry these files there, anyway. Her teacher had got them himself, had’t he? It only made sense that he took them back. They were always preaching about the students having to be ‘more independent’ and how ‘they weren’t their parents. They weren’t going to do everything for them’ and yet they always asked students to run their own errands. Emiko had been quick to explain she wasn’t certain where the room was but it seemed like that was somehow mistaken as a ‘yes’ and before she knew it a box was shoved into her hands and her quest had begun. Emiko was a particularly small young woman, both in height and stature. It was no surprise, then, that she found herself shifting the weight of the heavy box within her grasp, a grunt escaping her. A leg lifted up to prop the box on while she pushed a curly raven-colored lock out of her pale face. If she was at this much longer she had half the mind to march back to the classroom, drop the box on his desk and simply leave. They were already after hours. She should have been making her way back home by now! “I have to be close.” Were the exasperated words that passed her lips when her walking once again began. She was just about to deem the situation hopeless when she then heard noise coming from a nearby room. She had found a sudden spring in her step drawing her near the room in question. When a figure came into sight, she made no hesitation to see if she had the right place. She had went to raise a hand, but found that banging the door with the tip of her foot worked much better. It was after that (and some shifting) that she decided to simply let herself in. The door had swung open, and there she stood at the doorway. Now that she was here, she wasn’t particularly sure what on earth to say. She was, in fact, intruding. “Uh--” God. Now she wished that she had been thinking about how she would approach the student council rather than how pissed she was that she even had to come here. She found herself clear the lump from her throat, and opened her mouth once more to speak, hopefully this time it would be more successful. “I have these files... I guess they were taken from here? I was told you’d know what to do with them.”

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