It was around then that the school's intercom let out a brief, sharp sound as it was activated. The voice that spoke through the system was bubbly and cheerful, a voice that many students would be familiar with. The ultra-rich Zaibatsumaru, the ultra-terrifying Matsudira, the ultra-scientific Daichi, it was another name on their level, a member of the student council who was often heard long before she was seen. The happy tone in her voice was a bit misleading given the way she could treat her fellow students.

"All students, please drop what you are doing and immediately report to the Sengoku City stadium~" said the voice of Ito Akiko. [url=http://safebooru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=949837]The tiny, silver-haired head of both the cooking and baking clubs.[/url] There were nuances to both that deemed their separation, according to her. The sweet voice and sweet behavior she often sported was deeply misleading, given that not only was she in charge of the process that created the 'food' served to the 'trash', but she was reportedly potentially one of the most terrifying students in the school, along with several of the student council members. Just why was a mystery to most, but it was known that she could turn from as sweet as her cakes to viciously sarcastic in seconds. "Punctually, please! Any trash who do not wish to hear Hirayama Chinatsu-sama's magnificent address can face the consequences~"

The Sengoku High School Stadium was the site of the Student Council President's mass addresses. It was vast, placed just slightly behind and central to the school itself. The structure of the stadium ensured that no-one was unable to hear Hirayama's voice.

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The announcement was loud enough for anyone to hear it, including those people on the outside. Eiko glanced behind herself. If her gang wasn't showing up now, they were going to be late and she was not in the mood for waiting... without any hesitation, she swung het bat forward and charge.

Take down the tanks and get right to the stadium. Eiko knew they wouldn't interrupt the address for this...

That's where the fun would begin.