[IC] Lilium Academy For Young Ladies

[ImportantNobody]

It appeared like it was safe to go in now as Mira grabbed her arm and pulled her in. Mira...touching her with her soft hand. Rika certainly did nothing to resist. It appeared like she was the club president once she gave a speech to everyone. What instrument did she play, she wondered? She tried to guess based on what she knew about her, but couldn't be sure. She clearly wasn't a hard rocker, as that was Tohru's thing. Rika believed that it would be something soft and classy, easy on the ears. The exact instrument would be harder to pin down until she actually saw her play. Maybe they could join in a band together? Rika was a solo artist for the most part but didn't mind the thought of a band as long as it wasn't too...deathy. She was far too much of a goody goody to be in such a band unless deep down they were all really big softies and not what you would stereotypically expect of those people.

She picked up a sheet and sat down in an empty seat near Tohru and Hikaru. She wrote down singing under preferred instrument. Then she thought for a second. It might be fun to expand her horizons a bit. A lot of pop singers tended to play the lead guitar as well, so it might be fun to learn that. She ended up writing down "singer/guitar". The first genre was easy; pop. The next took a little more thought before she finally settled on jazz and rock. Satisfied with her answers, she folded up the paper and slipped it into the basket.

[VitaVitaAR]

"Sh-shut up, pervert," was Himawari's quick reply. This was too much, way too much... and she couldn't help it, her eyes drifted to lay on Nadeshiko for just a moment... until she flushed even more deeply and swiftly tried to look away again, her cheeks practically growing red with embarrassment. What was the black-haired pervert even trying to do?! Just... showing off her... her backside like that... she seemed so shy and nervous, but she was really shameless, wasn't she? Trying to keep from continually peeking, Himawari finally looked fully at the other girl and swiftly marched over to her.

"N-now, come o-on!" the brown-haired girl was very red, now. And she was glad that the other girl had put on her shirt first. Even Nadeshiko... Nadeshiko... there wasn't much, but they were still bigger! It was another thing that just made Himawari angry! So she simply grabbed Nadeshiko's wrist and began to try and drag her out of the aikido club room. There was no way she would just... leave her somewhere where she could say perverted things about her!

[Rusalka]

It must be something of an oddity to the music club how a pierced and tattooed metal-head could even infiltrate their ranks, since Tohru assumed everyone in here was either more into classical music...or pop, and really the only thing sorta close to pop Tohru ever listened to was Evanescence, but they still had enough of an edge of darkness to keep Tohru interested, and not to mention Amy Lee's voice of a Gothic Angel, breathtaking. Plus, the rocker had every much of a damn right to be here as much as the next musico virtuoso, and for that same reason was she here. She loved music, sure not all forms of music, metal being her most cherished, but still was she a music lover. Similar to drawing, it was an outlet for her emotions to run freely through and culminate with her creative mind, blissfully guiding her fingers either across the fretboard of a Gibson, or in this case, the keys of a grand piano. Finished with her first improvised composition, quietly she played another, having envisioned beforehand the sound of every note she would strike with every key she pressed down, another melancholic masterpiece. My was she the Debbie-Downer of this group, but some of the most notable piano compositions it had been her joy to hear were mostly dark, tragic, and full of the composer's tears, their sadness bleeding from their hands unto the keys, and it made for such a haunting and beautiful melody.

Though she wasn't no Chopin, so of course every once in a while, she would accidentally strike the wrong chord and send her nerves in a frazzle, coercing her to pause with a muttered curse and a sharp sigh of irritance before she resumed. Meanwhile, she listened in on Mira-chan introducing their newest member to the club, Rika the movie star, or more specifically to Tohru, Rika, that girl that always got the most f*cked up death scenes in horror movies, like having her skull split in half in Cursed Temple of Blood. Damn, that one was brutal, but not as brutal as the others, plus you could tell they used a wax dummy instead of CGI, alot of good B-movie cliches too. Tohru could tell just by the inflections in Mira-chan's voice that her friend was rather flustered, and really who wouldn't be at their first day being president of music club, or any for that matter. She figured her pink haired room mate was wondering if she was doing a good job or not, and in Tohru's opinion, everything was running smoothly aside from a few hiccups....inflicted by her however with her brief argument with Suzumiya-san over there. She still found it humorous though, and good on her it didn't turn into a brawl like how most things end for the tough chick usually.

When the other pink haired girl, the movie star, sat next to her, Tohru's eyes shifted to the little form Rika was filling out for Mira-chan. She remembered the first time she filled out the same form, and how everyone almost lost it when she put down metal as her favorite genre, along with classical of course, and if there was room for more, then she would've penned her other favorite genres too. Still she got in, so who cares? Observing the pen grace across the paper, the girl read the words Rika had written down in her mind, Preferred instrument: Singer and....guitar? Huh...does she even know how to play? Maybe Tohru could serve as a mentor to the teen idol. Yes....the master of a new metal disciple, armed with her axe, she would ride forth across the school like a plague unto the houses of the unholy, spreading the word of the greatest music in the world to all and ushering forth the new regime of metal-heads to take hold! Damn that sounded epic, almost like a Dio classic, but....all hopes and dreams of that ever happening got thrown out the third floor window when Rika penned down for genre....that most hated of words to Tohru. Ugh! Nevarmind! She glowered down at the paper, then to the back of Rika's head, almost thinking her eyes could burn a hole into the back of the movie star's skull and melt her brain...but hey, another death scene for the coffin fodder.

"I should slap you for that...." She muttered to herself begrudgingly, unfortunately...it was a bit too out loud. Hastily the rocker darted to correct herself before the oblivious girl noticed, slipping on an awkward grin as usual when her words were guaranteed to probably get her ass in a bind. "Geh! I mean uh...so Rika...is it? How's music club for ya?" Smooth one, idiot. Real smooth......

[CitrusArms]

As expected, some of her senpai wished to challenge her role as Captain. It was their last year, they should have the opportunity. Well, if they wanted, they could try to take the title from her, then. Regan opened the sliding doors of their club room, to let in fresh air and keep the room cool while they're sparring, and they gear up. Regan against about 5 challengers in a row, all upperclassmen. The rest of the club all sit around the exterior of the room, while the challengers sit on one end. One stands and approaches, and all participating have donned their sparring armor. One of the underclassman stands by to act as referee. They go to three hits.

They bow, take their stance, and wait. The referee signals the start of the match, and the first hit is declared in less than 5 seconds, in Regan's favor. An opening strike was deflected and followed swiftly by a counterattack. Anyone passing nearby could probably hear them shouting as they spar. Some of the underclassmen swoon at her strength and speed, and the upperclassmen takes a step back to gather her wits and try harder. She wasn't expecting Regan to be that good, apparently. Excuses.

"Never underestimate your opponent," is Regan's response.

[Ookawa]

"Oi, Rika-chan! Nice to see you here!" Hikaru waved happily and went over to get one of the sheets she had to fill out.

"Hikaru Akira, Instrument, violin... and singing, maybe... genres... J-Rock... anime soundtracks, mhh... and... other orchestral work. Done!"
She quickly went over to the basket and put the note into the basket. Something noticeable with her handwriting, though, was that hers actually had a very artistic vibe to it and didn't look as horrible as her mostly tomboyish attitude would make it seem.

Being finished with it all, she settled down on a chair quite close to Honada-san and Rika-chan and took out her violin to quietly start playing the soft and emotional melody of
Bach and Gounod's Ave Maria while subtly humming with the tune emerging from her violin's strings.

"Maybe this time around, I can be a different girl than before..." She murmured to herself and then a bit louder "I wonder which me others like more..."
Then she repeated the song once more.

[SailorMoon]

Mira was only a few steps behind Tohru and Rika when she heard Tohru say something about slapping Rika. She turned red in the face, but noticed that Tohru tried to awkwardly gloss it over by changing the subject before Rika could respond. Mira didn't really take her room mate for the violent type, but a cute girl like Rika might be easily frightened by someone like that. "Ehehehe, Ru-chan." She giggled nervously, loosely draping her arms around Tohru's neck and resting her chin against her soft brown hair like she had done it a thousand times before. "Are you ready to go to the-" She paused as the beautiful piece of music filled the room, and turned her head with starry-filled eyes to see Hikaru playing the violin. She just, couldn't help but relax to the melody of Ave Maria - especially when it was being played so well.

"I wonder which me others like more..."

"Hikaru-chan," She cut in, "I like the you that is most true." Mira winked at the first year student before turning back to Rika and Tohru, though what she was about to say was directed at all three of them. For some odd reason she took comfort in being so close to Tohru, and was reluctant to let her go. She had to admit that Tohru had a very soft head of hair, and it smelled really nice.

"Ru-chan is going to run over to the drama club with me, but we will be back shortly." It was up to them if they followed her or not, but she didn't feel it was her place to add an extra two people. She didn't want Reiko or the President to be mad at her over it. Plus, she hadn't even asked if Tohru could come, she just wanted her to be there with her.

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So, with Tohru most likely by her side, she left the music room and left the door open just in case anyone else wanted to join in. They quickly arrived at the drama club since it was only a few doors down, and she let herself and Tohru through the door. There, she saw all of the drama club members and their whole get up. She casually waved at them all, and quietly took a seat where some other students were seated, leaving one open for Tohru to sit down beside her. Once seated, she scanned the area for Reiko. If she saw her, she would smile and wave at her.

[Rusalka]

"Ehehehe, Ru-chan."

Oh sh*t! Someone heard it. And unfortunately the one who heard Tohru's snarky little biting remark towards Rika was...Mira-chan. She had already promised to the pink haired president of the music club, and her cute roommate she wouldn't be stirring up any more chaos in the music room after her spat with Hikaru, but thanks to her brash but honest opinion on pop music, she went and broke it dammit. But strangely, Mira-chan didn't sound angry at all towards the teen rebel, no hint of malice in her sweet and soft spoken voice whatsoever. Rather her voice was quite relaxing to Tohru, as its always been. While she sat there at the piano, she didn't expect what occurred next, as the two gentle arms of Mira-chan wrapped softly around her neck in a comforting embrace and the girl's chin fell upon the back of her neck tenderly, almost tickling the rocker, so she had to stifle a bit of a giggle, but it didn't stop a pleasant smile from crossing her pale lips, not to mention her cheeks almost matching the shade of her roommate's hair. My was Mira being so affectionately close to her, but Tohru didn't mind it at all. Besides...she liked the feeling of Mira being so close to her, feeling the small body rest against her back, and hearing her sweet whispers lull through her ear. It brought to her troubled heart....bliss.

And humorously coincidental, a beautiful melody had caught her ear as well, the familiar and equally blissful melody of Bach & Gounod's Ave Maria being played by the violin of Hikaru, and quite well too. Tohru, along with Mira, stood there in absolute silence as she listened, hanging onto every note that permeated the air with the bow being pulled across the strings. Along with this remarkable violin piece, she couldn't help but add with it from her own head a piano phrase to accompany the lovely composition, but even standing on its own, the violin sounded exceptionally wonderful. So entranced by the music was the metal-head, that she almost didn't hear the little murmur Hikaru gave over her violin, something of which her would the others like. Really, Mira-chan had already given the answer to that, the one that's most true. Along the same lines as to what Tohru would've said. Stick to what you believe. Don't change your ways to impress others. For sixteen years, Tohru's lived by that very principle, and still, she's made quite the few friends, one her best already, and she didn't seem to be letting go of Tohru anytime soon, despite all the awkward stares from the other students to them. Meh, who cared really.

Clasping her hands gently over Mira's, Tohru smiled once Hikaru finished her composition. "Nice." She said to the Haruhi-look alike, giving her approval. "Oh and like Mira-chan said, be the you that's true, m'kay? That's always the better you." Afterwards, and as promised as well, she followed the pink haired girl out of the room and just down the hallway. Into the drama club they went, where Tohru was expecting Red-Shorts to flip out again and have a panic attack, much to the metal chick's humor of course, but since all these actors were already in costume, Tohru couldn't tell really which student was which, even as she looked at all the drama club members with scrutinizing eyes. Well...she's in there somewhere in that gaggle of weirdos. Following suit, she gave a bit of a salute to the drama club before taking her seat next to Mira, per custom resting her feet on the chair in front of her. At least this was a theatre she couldn't get thrown out of for doing that. But while she sat there, her eyes were glued to the stage. Vacant it was for now, but it was just...looking up there, and imagining what it would be like for her to be on a stage someday. The music was already blaring through Tohru's head as she imagined it, along with the roar of the crowd. There she would be, her and her guitar, and her band, in the spotlight with the amplifiers ringing loud and the drums pounding hard and ferocious against her back.

Yeah....it will be awesome to be there someday. She mused rather blissful while she inclined in her seat and crossed her arms. Someday...someday.... "So...Mira-chan. Did Red-Shorts even say what play they were doing?"

[Rin]

Nadeshiko Kazamatsuri, being dragged off by her not-girlfriend

"H-hey, okay..." Nadeshiko let herself be dragged off, as... Well, Kotone scared her. She was a yakuza princess, after all. The sooner she was away from her and her sexy, sexy legs, the better. "I m-mean, if y-you... You w-want privacy, eheheh..."

Nadeshiko continued mumbling vaguely perverted yet most incomprehensible things as she was dragged along, eventually ending up at the art building. Which wasn't a bad thing, honestly. She'd been meaning to drop into the doujin club and join up again. She'd been a member last year, and it had really helped her gain confidence with her work. Partially due to the drill instructor-like guidance of the president, Madoka Takahashi. Speaking of which, the two hadn't even gotten to the club room when they ran into Takahashi, who was currently standing outside the music room with a look of irritation on her face.

"So many people... And even worse, so much noise!" The doujin club president balled her hands into fists, her voice filled with frustration. "Clearly this is part of the accursed music club's campaign of terror against their sworn enemies, the mighty doujin club! How am I supposed to focus on my art with this cacophony issuing from- Oh, Kazamatsuri. Are you here to join me in facing the evil horde that calls itself the music club in epic battle?"

"Oh, um, uh, h-h-hey Chief Takahashi..." Nadeshiko tried her best to hide behind Himawari. A wasted effort, of course, as the swimmer was even shorter than she was. But she didn't want to get mixed up in this. Takahashi may have been a great artist, but she had more than a few screws lose, especially when it came to the music club. "I, um... I w-was j-just, um, h-h-heading to the, um... The c-club r-r-room... Um, eheh..."

[VitaVitaAR]

Himawari... admittedly was not exactly sure where she was going. But she was going somewhere! That was all! She pulled Nadeshiko along, barely listening to what the girl was saying as she fumed. She was so perverted... and yet she got to have bigger breasts! Why did she get to have bigger breasts?! It was so... so irritating! Himawari huffed as she went onward. Somewhere, anywhere where she could keep an eye on Nadeshiko so she didn't go making perverse claims to anyone about the brown-haired swimmer. She absolutely did not need any of that!

"I'm going to be keeping an eye on you," Himawari said, glancing back at the black-haired, "I... I don't want you saying anything perverted just to anyone, so you're staying with me!"

Himawari looked ahead to where she was going... and paused. Who was this girl and why was she yelling about the music club. And why was she talking to Nadeshiko? Why was she being crazy? Himawari finally released Nadeshiko, folding her arms and maintaining her spot in front of the other girl.

"Kazamatsuri-san is with me," she declared, not even slightly away of how this might sound, "And you're just being some... some weird idiot! Who goes on about fighting another club? It's stupid! Just get earplugs or something if they're too loud!"

... Were they really heading towards the doujin club? Himawari had no idea that was the case.

[Ookawa]

Hikaru put down her violin as soon as both of the girls left and kept staring off into the distance. Indeed she had some personality problems, but those mostly stemmed from the fact that she hadn't had any real friends in elementary and middle school. Most girls were actually afraid of her and so they avoided her. Only some boys wanted something to do with her, especially since they saw her as one of the guys. Roughhousing with the fellas was pretty fun, but she still missed something. Something like a close friend.
Granted, she did have some feelings for one of her "buddies" back then, but as usual, she was extremely good in hiding exactly that.
I'm not even a real girl... Hikaru thought as she remembered her tragedy from a few years back.
A whole range of emotions reflected back at the onlooker from her face. Such a mixture would have been gold for a manga artist.
She could still remember the hateful words of the girls in middle school commenting on her behavior and on the fact that she hung out with guys instead of girls calling her names and more. Everything was done behind her back, of course, since the girls feared Hikaru would beat them to a pulp.
I'm a real failure as a girl, eh? Is that why my parents sent me to an all-girls school? That indeed would make sense to her.

She let out a big and long sigh. "I should really do something about me looking like Haruhi Suzumiya, don't you think?" She exclaimed to no one in particular, but really to everyone that could possibly hear her. "Maybe grow my hair out, give it some colour variations or something like that. I think red suits me quite well. Blue should be cute, too."

[ImportantNobody]

Rika responded with her own "good to see you"s as Hikaru greeted her. It took until after she had already turned her sheet in that she looked at Hikaru's sheet and noticed that she had written down anime in her cute little handwriting. How could she have forgotten about something so obvious! She rushed back to the front, hurriedly filtering through all of the returned papers until she found hers. She scratched out rock and scribbled in anime instead. Satisfied with her new answer, she made her way back to her seat, plopping down in it as if that effort took a lot of energy out of her. Then Tohru's random comment about slapping her sounded lighting into her ears. A large shiver started from her hips, running all the way up her spine into her head, almost making her hair stand on end. What?! Why would this scary rocker girl all of a sudden want to hit her?! Why her?! She sat in silence, unsure how to respond to this. She didn't even turn around, simply appearing like a lifeless puppet slumped over in her seat as the pretty violin music played in the background as if she had been killed and was passing on to heaven. She never did work up the courage to ask Tohru if she had heard right, because by the time she turned around she was already leaving with Miru. She shivered one last time before turning back to Hikaru, clapping as the song ended.

"Oh, uh, I think you look adorable as Haruhi," Rika responded to her questioned. "Long hair looks really good too." As she talked to Hikaru, some of the life was able to return to her body.

[SailorMoon]

"So...Mira-chan. Did Red-Shorts even say what play they were doing?"

"Well...See, about that." She said shyly, pressing the fingertips of her index fingers against each other. "Reiko-chan doesn't know that I'm coming-" She nibbled her lower lip for a second, stopping as her eyes met Tohru's. "And she doesn't know that I brought you either. Am I bad person for going against her wishes? " A light sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes.

Of course, she'd known how Reiko would act when she saw them, but she believed Reiko was just a tough cookie that needed soothing. With time, and if she stuck around long enough then the girl could see that not only could she keep her promise, but that she also planned on sticking around for the long run. It made no sense really! Last year, she kept to herself and didn't bother forming any real bonds, but now that she had Tohru? Well, she felt like she could express herself even if people would look at her weird and whisper behind their back. In a way, she wanted to be like her room mate, but minus all of the rock music and piercings. Well, maybe just one in a spot no one can see. Her cheeks got hot at the thought. Ahhh! What?! She moved around in her seat a bit, glad that Tohru couldn't possibly know what she just imagined.

[Rusalka]

She had to have figured that Red-Shorts would definitely have more than a few problems with her and Mira-chan being here, since Tohru was pretty damn certain the chick's tirades and her less to be savored attitude was due to her little...time of the month, but then again, there were some girls who could be an absolute queen b*tch 24/7, so perhaps Red-Shorts fell into the latter category. Like I would really give a damn what Red-Shorts has to say. Tohru muttered inward as response, but outwards to Mira-chan, she gave as sincerely as she could her response, but still a bit of sarcasm on the end, "What? Nah. I don't think you're doing anything wrong, Mira-chan. Besides, Red-Shorts should appreciated us coming to show support for her. It's either that, or next time I'm bringing rotten tomatoes...or cabbages." Whichever would make the bigger dent. Tohru snickered to herself thinking about it, having to admit it was funny, but really she wouldn't think she'd go that far to completely humiliate someone, especially on a grand scale. She was just joking anyways, as usual. Which reminded her....did Rika ever catch on to the rocker's snide cynicism or did she honestly believe Tohru would actually slap the living hell out of her for listening to pop? To each their own is really what Tohru thought about the matter. She didn't really care that Rika wanted to listen to that brain-numbing idiocy people today call good music while Tohru's music was getting trashed and ridiculed all the time. After all, Mira-chan probably listened to it too, along with classical.

Looking back again into those beautiful shades of ruby and pink, Tohru smiled, thinking about the girl sitting next to her. The one thing she liked most about Mira was that she was caring and how she made the rocker feel like she was a person, treating her so kindly, being there for her like she really existed. It was hard for her to find something like that, a feeling such as what Mira gave her didn't exist on the streets, a rotting hellhole where no one, not even her own damn parents gave a rat's ass about her, always throwing things at her, calling her a mistake for being born, and even kicking her out of her own home. She could've been dead, another victim of a stabbing, a rape, or just run over by some drunk idiot, and they wouldn't have cared. Hell, they wouldn't have even bothered to show up at her funeral, not as long as it took them away from getting high. For so many years, all Tohru could feel...was nothing, nothing but pain, anger, and hatred towards them, towards everyone really. F*ck the world, if it's just gonna f*ck you over too. She would say to herself many times, growing angrier and more bitter every day she lived upon the streets she grew to hate.

But...once she met Mira, all that seemed to change. For once, she could crack a smile across her lips and laugh. She felt happiness....joy return to her heart that was soon to be nothing but a cold and black void of insidious rage and misery. Who knew that just one person....could turn her life around like that?

She noticed however while she looked to her dear friend, Mira's cheeks went red all of a sudden and she started fidgeting in her chair. "Eh..you okay there?" She had to wonder...was it her doing. She was making a bit too prolonged eye contact there. Tohru Honada, aspiring musician and an all around badass.....but definitely a hopeless romantic.

[Fabricant451]

Reiko wasn't the only one who was shocked to be playing the lead role, the third year membres of the drama club all had choice words to say to Kawase-senpai when she dropped the news. Reiko, for once, agreed with them. The lead role should go to the older students, or at least the best fit for the role after auditions, it shouldn't just be decided without any outside input. But Kawase deflected all criticism. She was the club leader, the club president, and her casting decisions were final. Reiko's relationship with the club was already strained, she didn't need more reason for them to dislike her, and this one wasn't even her fault.

Reiko sat in the front of the drama room, her eyes reading over the script. It was a short play, just two characters, and Reiko, for whatever reason, was cast as the male, a married man who has a chance, life-changing encounter with a woman on a train. Kawase was currently asking the members for a volunteer to play the leading lady, the opposite to Reiko's character. A long haired club member raised her hand after no one else volunteered.

"Yazawa-san," Kawase nodded, handing the girl a script. "Thank you."

"Kawase-senpai," Reiko spoke, her voice slightly shaky, audible, but soft. "Page...page 16...the two...they kiss." Reiko went slightly red at this, causing several titters and chuckles from the other members.

"Yes, they do. I read the script. I picked you for a reason, Ko-Ko. We'll put you in a nice suit and you'll look like a guy. But I also think it'll be hilarious watching you get embarrassed while trying to kiss Yazawa-san."

"What, you don't wanna kiss me, Reiko-chan?" Yazawa chimed in, teasing, pinching Reiko's cheeks with a mischievous smile.

"I just think that...auditions might be better..." Reiko responded, the defeat already clear in her voice.

"Ko-Ko, we don't need to do auditions. It's two characters. It's a fifteen minute play, it's for the recruitment fest. You get on stage, you pretend you're a married man, you interact with Yazwa, you kiss, you bow, and you don't screw it up so we get new members, alright? I actually think you'd be good for the role, you're the only one who can realistically play a male without excess costuming and makeup. Think of it this way, Ko-Ko, if you impress me, if you impress us, it'll look good for auditions for our serious performances." Kawase spoke with unusual honesty, a hint of sincerity to her tone.

"Okay...okay." Reiko sighed. The drama club each took seats, Kawase taking a seat near the two visitors, neither of whom were noticed by Reiko, who was walking to the center of the room, script in hand.

"Okay, this is just a read through, but remember the stage directions. Action!" Kawase shouted, giving a wink towards the two visitors, one of whom she recognized from Ko-Ko's class.

Reiko read through the script alongside Yazawa, Reiko getting more into it than Yazawa. While Yazawa was content to just read and do the stage directions, Reiko was treating it as an actual performance, gesturing with her hands, using her deep, masculine voice, getting into the performance even at the early stage. "I thought you must be waiting for your boyfriend," Reiko performed, her voice deep, but still having the femininity to it, "Perhaps you didn't see as much of him as you'd like to. He would be your world and you could imagine settling down with him. I imagined him walking around the corner at the station and you running into his arms.The way things should be." Reiko took a pause, dropping her head. "It's nice to be missed." Reiko spoke the line with depression, with disappointment, as if the line held personal meaning to her. "You'd look with devotion in his eyes as he passionately puts his hand on your face," Reiko placed her hand on Yazawa's face like one would on a lover, "And kisses your tender lips." Reiko closed her eyes and leaned in, kissing Yazawa, who had her eyes open.

As the two pulled away, Reiko was red with embarrassment, which only increased as the drama club offered their applause. The play wasn't finished, but Kawase called for a cut. Reiko stood in the center, her eyes pointed towards the floor. That didn't count, right? It was just part of the play, it wasn't real. Reiko sighed, and waited for the applause to die down.

[Ookawa]

"The only thing that is wrong with me looking adorable as Haruhi is because I look adorable as Haruhi. I always get called Haruhi and it is kinda annoying, if you know what I mean. I wanna be myself and have my own style, you know. In middle school I got forced to play as Haruhi all day long. Now it's old... I dunno. If enough people like it, I might keep it."
Hikaru eyed her own hair and everything.
"Anyway, during lunch break, who were those girls that were ogling you like mad?"

[SailorMoon]

"Hum?" She blinked innocently at her friend, pretty amused with the turn her thoughts had taken. "Yeah, I'm alright, Ru-Chan. I think it's starting." She whispered before turning her attention to the play after seeing Kawase-san sit down. Mira watched intently as Reiko walked across the stage, also taking note of the black-haired actress that accompanied Reiko. She didn't understand at first why Reiko's voice sounded much huskier, and it didn't take long before she figured out that her character was male. Her eyebrows raised and lips parted when Reiko went in to kiss the other actress, her face in full blown shock when they actually kissed. Eeehhhh?! She bit her lip, smiling, and blushing and thinking that was the sweetest thing she had ever seen. Mira would bet Reiko really enjoyed that kiss.

"Yayyy! Reiko-chan!" Mira clapped in sync with the Drama Club as she yelled her cheers. "She did well didn't she, Ru-chan?" She said to Tohru after the applause died down.

[Silver Fox]

Kinamoto Haru-Track Field

It had taken some time, but Haru had finally gotten the juice stains out of her uniform after class and everything. But she successfully did it so now the teachers wouldn't scold her on the subject of having a dirty uniform. Though she was unsure what to do now seeing as it was apparently time to go out and join clubs. Back on the farm, Haru never really had time for school clubs being as she had to get home and back to work as soon as she could. But since there was literally nothing for her to do now, she honestly didn't know what she do with all this free time. It was simply odd and foreign. Then again, she was in a foreign country so it can just fit in with the rest of this odd situation.

If the school had horses, Haru would of been interested in joining such a club considering she was quite experienced with animals. Shoot, she had to train quite a few back at home for some folks. Sadly it was t like there was much room for such a thing. They weren't exactly in the country side after all. So Haru simply wandered the school, checking up clubs and getting brochures shoved in her hands.

Quite a few were for volleyball or basketball because she was just so tall and athletic looking. Yet she had never played either so she didn't find too much interest in them. Although she played some guitar at home, she wasn't really interested in joining the music club, and she didn't feel she would be very good at drama. Folks back at home told her she was a terrible actor and liar anyhow.

Haru did accept the Gardening club brochure as consideration since she did have a natural green thumb at such things. Having to have the knowledge to grow crops back at home. Of course those were American crops, Japan was probably different and she didn't exactly grow regular plants.

Finally, last came the Track team. The Captain was mighty inclined to have her join or at least try it out. Considering this option, the tall blonde did enjoy a good run and it would help keep her in shape. So a sport club wouldn't be a bad idea since she wanted to stay in shape for the farm. So taking track and maybe taking extra lifts day by day probably would help.

Deciding to sign up for the Track team, Haru got into her gym uniform. This time her long blonde hair was in a low ponytail and was missing her hat which she left with her clothes in the lockers. After all, she didn't want to drop it or anything when she was sprinting.

For the rest of her time, she showed the track team her abilities as a runner. Within each event be it long running, dashing, or sprinting, she was the fastest. Her long legs probably assisted in this manner. After a few laps around the track, she wiped her brow and drank a bottle of water offered to her by the Captain.

"Damn girl, you run like a racehorse. Welcome to have you. Don't go braking you legs though when running too fast you tall giant." the Captain, named Sachi Noriko, laughed teasingly. She was about 5'4, with short messy black hair and very dark blue eyes. Quite a popular sort and also the star track member, her name constantly called by other teammates asking for help. Whether if they actually needed help or not was still in question.

[Rusalka]

No...way.... No way did Tohru just witness what happened on stage with Red Shorts and that other chick. Since the beginning of the play, she wasn't much for paying any attention to the rehearsal, her whimsical mind trailing elsewhere while her vision was left upon the stage, every once in a while trailing over to the cute pink haired girl next to her, but...once she saw that black haired girl acting all smarmy around the evidently embarrassed Reiko, that was when Tohru's attention span tuned into the action on stage, just in time to witness what else but Red Shorts locking lips with the chick, the rocker was even able to see the gender-bender's flaming red cheeks all the way from the back of the theater room. Hahahaaa!!! Wooo Red Shorts!! You f*cking lady-killer!! I had no idea you were this smooth!! Immediately, the girl's lips puckered tight, a last ditch effort to stifle herself from bursting with laughter, a fit of hysterical glee only made worse by Mira-chan's cheerful applause. This was more than the rocker could handle.

"Pffft! Yeah, I'll say she did good alright!" Tohru snorted, still attempting her best to keep from losing it, but already her sides were aching with the giggles she so desperately held back...at least for the sake of not embarrassing Red Shorts anymore than she was now. Oh man! I am so gonna wing this one!

[ImportantNobody]

"Ah, them," Rika said, placing her finger lightly on her chin as if in deep thought. "They are my fan girls who have been following me around for a while, some of them since primary school. They can get a little bit jealous when other girls try to get too close to me too fast. I think some of them are truly trying to protect me. I don't dislike them; in fact I have a fondness for some, but sometimes they can get a little too...passionate in this endeavor," she explained. After a brief pause she let out a smile, clapping her hands together to try and get the conversation back to more upbeat tone.

"But anyways, your hair is very beautiful, Hikaru-san. Hiryuu-san, the girl from the Kendo club, is going to braid my hair pretty soon. You can come along if you want? Maybe she could have some ideas on how to change your style?"

[Ookawa]

"Fans, eh? Are you some kind of celebrity?" Hikaru wondered out loud, not directly aimed at Rika, though. To be honest, she was completely clueless about anything like that. She never watched these gossip shows or read those magazines. The only VIP's she may know are some of her favorite mangaka and anime writers, maybe some voice actors/actresses, too.
She shrugged.
"Anyway, if that Hiryuu-san really knows what she's doing, I'll come with you, sure."
A small laughter escaped her mouth.
"Strange how I can seem to communicate with upperclassmen better than with my own classmates..."
Teasingly she stuck out her tongue and giggled a bit.