Naomi Takeda
11:07 – A Luxurious hotel in Tokyo
It was her cellphone that awoke her.
The thought fluttered through her hazy mind as a young woman, barely entering adulthood, extricated a pale and slim arms from the heavy covers of her bed to reach the contraption that was insolently and loudly calling for her attention with a shrill and annoyingly lively tune, warning her that it was from one of her lest favourite acquaintances, one Mitsuru Kirijo. Groaning in pain at the sound, the girl sprawled in the bed slowly felt for her phone before grabbing it punishingly while bringing the thing back under the warm covers with surprising speed for someone who was asleep not five minutes prior. Snapping the cursed thing open and thus silencing it, she brought the cellphone to her ears in the dark cocoon she made for herself and answered in a low drawl, the kind she used specifically for her nosey and goody-two-shoes dorm mates.
“Yes, Kirijo-san?” The answer was prompt and laughably commanding as even, and, hidden from the outside world as she was, she permitted herself a sneer.
“Yes, I am back in Japan as we speak, and no, I shall no tarry, goodbye, Kirijo-san.” So what, the last bit was drawled a bit too much, but the mad woman had the audacity to call her before noon and dared order her so. Come back to the dorm? As if she would cut her vacation from that cold icicle and her rabid dog short so easily! Sneering once more, she put back the phone to it's place on the expensive wood of the bedside table and was back to sleep in moments.
13:35
With a big yawn and a luxurious back popping stretch, the dark haired beauty known as Naomi Takeda sat on her temporary bed, her silk chemise scandalously sliding off a narrow and pale shoulders as she did so. Amber eyes sparkled with hazy satisfaction as she remembered the night out she enjoyed the last evening, and with a barely perceptible smirk on her for now unpainted lips she gracefully got ready for the day ahead, carelessly stripping and entering the shower for a hot and drawn out wash, just like she liked it.
14:05
Finally ready and dressed, the teenaged girl put on the last of her dark red lipstick and smiled slyly at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She was ready for the day, and would therefor go back to Iwatodai and, as a matter of course, Gekkoukan High for her third year as an high school student. Fixing her long hair in a loose bun was easy, and putting her silver eyeglasses on her nose to accentuate her eyes was even easier.
With one last parting smirk at the girl in the mirror, she left her hotel room and Tokyo behind.
16:00 – SEES Dorm
Of course both Kirijo and Sanada would await her with stern glares, but she ignored them and walked to her room, ready to unpack and get out as soon as possible, that is until she heard of a curiosity; New recruits were found for the SEES.
Well, that was worth a look, was it?
11:07 – A Luxurious hotel in Tokyo
It was her cellphone that awoke her.
The thought fluttered through her hazy mind as a young woman, barely entering adulthood, extricated a pale and slim arms from the heavy covers of her bed to reach the contraption that was insolently and loudly calling for her attention with a shrill and annoyingly lively tune, warning her that it was from one of her lest favourite acquaintances, one Mitsuru Kirijo. Groaning in pain at the sound, the girl sprawled in the bed slowly felt for her phone before grabbing it punishingly while bringing the thing back under the warm covers with surprising speed for someone who was asleep not five minutes prior. Snapping the cursed thing open and thus silencing it, she brought the cellphone to her ears in the dark cocoon she made for herself and answered in a low drawl, the kind she used specifically for her nosey and goody-two-shoes dorm mates.
“Yes, Kirijo-san?” The answer was prompt and laughably commanding as even, and, hidden from the outside world as she was, she permitted herself a sneer.
“Yes, I am back in Japan as we speak, and no, I shall no tarry, goodbye, Kirijo-san.” So what, the last bit was drawled a bit too much, but the mad woman had the audacity to call her before noon and dared order her so. Come back to the dorm? As if she would cut her vacation from that cold icicle and her rabid dog short so easily! Sneering once more, she put back the phone to it's place on the expensive wood of the bedside table and was back to sleep in moments.
13:35
With a big yawn and a luxurious back popping stretch, the dark haired beauty known as Naomi Takeda sat on her temporary bed, her silk chemise scandalously sliding off a narrow and pale shoulders as she did so. Amber eyes sparkled with hazy satisfaction as she remembered the night out she enjoyed the last evening, and with a barely perceptible smirk on her for now unpainted lips she gracefully got ready for the day ahead, carelessly stripping and entering the shower for a hot and drawn out wash, just like she liked it.
14:05
Finally ready and dressed, the teenaged girl put on the last of her dark red lipstick and smiled slyly at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She was ready for the day, and would therefor go back to Iwatodai and, as a matter of course, Gekkoukan High for her third year as an high school student. Fixing her long hair in a loose bun was easy, and putting her silver eyeglasses on her nose to accentuate her eyes was even easier.
With one last parting smirk at the girl in the mirror, she left her hotel room and Tokyo behind.
16:00 – SEES Dorm
Of course both Kirijo and Sanada would await her with stern glares, but she ignored them and walked to her room, ready to unpack and get out as soon as possible, that is until she heard of a curiosity; New recruits were found for the SEES.
Well, that was worth a look, was it?