[IC] Persona - The True Self

[Oblivion666]

Sieg Kasumi: Warakuma High: Main Entrance

After the items were returned to the rightful owner, he winced at how his name was pronounced yet that was expected however, hence why he just used Sieg for the most part. So when Sato extended his hand Sieg extended his own to shake it but then saw that it was torn up a bit and hesitated a bit to shake it. The man seemed to notice as he withdrew it but then extended back out which made Sieg stare confusingly as he simply shook the man by the fingers instead. Sieg would have shook his hand, but he rather not irritate the guys wound, nor get the mans blood on himself. Sato then opened up with a conversation line about if he went here, which again made Sieg stare somewhat confusingly at him, as he did leave the school, with the uniform on and such. "It's fine.... accidents happen. I do attend this school hence my uniform and such. I am a third year just like you. Are you sure you're okay? You didn't hit your head at all?" Sieg would ask the man yet when he mentioned if he was in any clubs he couldn't help but grin to himself. It was always like this, if he could spread his love for plays to anyone that asked, or in this case hinted at. Then that is exactly what he was going to do. "Why I am a part of the drama club, to me no such thing can pass the brilliance that the actors play their role. With the way they convey their characters personality's. All of it is simply magnificent! Alas the club doesn't meet today, so I was just going to go home and watch some plays on the internet. Anyway you are probably busy, so I'll head on home. You should get your hands some attention, don't want any infections now. Anyway I'll see you tomorrow." Sieghardt said adding a bow in for effect which made him chuckle as he waved goodbye, and went back to his most likely empty home besides for the occasional maid or two.

[Sen]

Sato Hashimoto /// Warakuma High, Main Entrance

After awkwardly shaking Sato’s hand and confirming that he did in fact attend Warakuma High, Sieg stopped to question if Sato was really okay, though Sato merely shook his head and ran a hand over the side of his neck. “Yeah, I’m okay, seriously.” The red-headed boy continued after his affirmation, going on to detail what club he was in at Sato’s asking of it. When he heard that this Sieghardt guy was a member of the drama club, Sato raised an eyebrow and began to focus on the boy’s words harder. Based on the way he talked, it wasn’t too farfetched to believe that someone like him would be a part of the drama club, where people like Leiko Hamada thrived. After saying his regards, Sieg stepped away to leave. “Laters. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow too…” Sato’s words trailed off as Sieg made his way presumably home, leaving the teen rather alone, in an uncomfortable way. There was an off-putting silence, and Sato merely stood there a while before sounds came from the nearby archery range. People were starting to leave the range, bunched in groups of friends. All the students were too far away to recognize beyond basic body shape, and it lead Sato to wonder where the people Sato knew where. Were they still in there, diligent enough to stay back and clean up? Though, either way, he was already gone to all of them and it made no sense to stay, so Sato turned on his heel and started walking back to his house. Upon arriving home, Sato threw his shoes to the side and scurried up the stairs and into his room, tossing the books he still managed to carry into the corner of the room. The boy took a few steps towards his bed before collapsing onto it, half his body on and the other holding itself up from the floor. Now that he had nothing else to feel, the weird burning feeling on his hand became more prominent and he recalled Sieg’s words. “Get your hands some attention.” Sato pushed himself up from the sheets with the base of his palm. “Don’t want any infections now.” Sato shuffled back out into the hall and over to the nearest sink. Upon fiddling with the tap, cool water spread over the dead skin and uprooted flesh beneath. It stung a tiny bit at first before turning into a smooth nothing. When the nothing became cold, Sato withdrew his hands and stopped the flow of water. As he made his way back to his room and onto his bed (making sure to close the door behind him), the teen went over tomorrow in his head. Classes as per usual and then Drama Club. While he had already attended a meeting already, it wasn’t a real meeting and he wondered they would get into the meat of things that early. Part of him hoped so, but another part felt a pang of regret for joining Drama. His thoughts on the topic continued until his eyes failed to keep open and his consciousness slowly faded until there was nothing but black.

[Sho Minazuki]

14/4/2015 - Tuesday - After School

The school bell rang as classes ended for the day, nothing awfully eventful. Noboru was still recovering but based on what they saw, he was probably going to be discharged sometime today after school. Kami and Rui received a message from Kazuki indicating they should meet again fairly soon and bring Noboru along, likely tomorrow. It was fairly soon, but maybe it was a good idea to get this out of the way. Noboru did just get his Persona after all, so he would be a boon. In any case, club activities went as normal, or people simply went home or did what they pleased. It was still early in the term, and everyone was looking forward to the Golden Week coming in two weeks, so this was going to be a rather laid back month.

Rui Shinichi

It looked like the Drama Club was on today... Maybe he should go?

[Kissu]

-Tuesday 14th April, 2015- After School Leiko Hamada: Warakuma High-Drama Club Meeting Room The door to the meeting room creaked painfully as Leiko opened it ajar, using the wooden doorstopper hidden by the side of the wall to nudge it against the edge with her foot. Unsurprisingly, she was the first to arrive as soon as classes had ended, since the other students were likely taking their time chatting to their classmates about the day's events. Not that the day had been particularly memorable in the least; the day's topics either seemed to revolve around Noboru Yamomoto's consecutive absence, or the approaching Golden Week, which would spell some relief for the students of Warakuma High. Leiko was particularly looking forward to Golden Week but mainly for her own reasons. Namely, her father would finally be returning to Warakuma from his business trip. Clapping her hands together in a show of motivation, Leiko glanced around the room with a subtle hint of distaste. She really disliked the amount of space that was given to the culture clubs, and considering her impressive roster of new members this year, it was a concern that they wouldn't be able to have enough space for the practical sessions. She had managed to avoid the problem with their ice-breaker meeting last time, but she really wanted the flexibility to practice different forms of expression. Well, one just has to make do. Letting out a small puff of air, Leiko rolled her sleeves and got to work. --- A steady stream of students started to enter the room by the time that Leiko was done rearranging the tables and chairs against the walls, and whilst it was a little improvement, it was an improvement just the same. Glancing over at the gathering students, Leiko's gaze stopped briefly at the expectant sight of Masatomo, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the slimy grin on his face before focusing on the task at hand. "Good afternoon." Leiko's words cut sharply through the chatter that still echoed in the room, her stance assuming that of what she expected would exude complete authority. "I'm glad to see some familiar faces returning from Thursday. Although I can't help but notice some absences as well..." Her voice trailed off in disapproval as her eyes flickered across the room before returning to a general focus on the group. "So, picking up from our last session, we introduced ourselves in a more informal manner, and I gave you all a rough schedule of what to expect for the coming year. As earlier stated, we'll be focusing on teambuilding and character skills for the first few weeks. Then...we move onto casting and rehearsing for this year's school play." Giving a solemn nod to herself for a moment, Leiko continued, "As I'm sure you're all aware, the...gender ratio of the club is somewhat skewed this year, so I'd like to remind everyone to keep open-minded. Anyone who has any difficulty with that can speak to me in private of course." Despite what could be seen as a warm invitation was clearly not the case by the cold smile curling Leiko's lips. "Anyway, moving on from that..." Leiko turned around and retrieved stacks of papers laid out from one of the pushed-aside tables before handing them to one of the first years to pass them around the forming half circle of students. "Today we'll be working on dialogue. During auditions, we focused purely on the relationship between the actor, the audience, and the stage. But it's important to count on chemistry with our fellow performers as well, or the whole show will fall apart." She tapped the sheet of paper in her hands with the tips of her fingers as her eyes scanned across the room expectantly. "So, before you all finish getting into pairs, are there any volunteers for a practice demonstration?" There was a clear sense of hesitation spreading across the room, and it wasn't difficult to understand why, considering Leiko's upfront, and somewhat intense attitude towards the arts. But as long as Leiko wasn't forced to ask Masatomo to act alongside her at this particular moment, she could live to be a little less...harsh, she supposed.

[Oblivion666]

Sieg Kasumi: Main Office-> Warakuma High-Drama Club Meeting Room

Much like he predicted, as soon as classes finished his math teacher dragged him to the main office and began to lecture him in great detail on the steps to figure out the problem. She found it to be no excuse to ever write fish as an answer, even as a joke. Although he was still curious as to why he wrote fish he didn't intend to do it on purpose. So he spent a few minutes being lectured on how to do these "simple steps", and then he was cleared to leave in which he took no time out all booking it out of the office. He kept up this pace all the way to the drama club where it looks like he just entered on Leiko finishing arranging the room around, most likely to accommodate all the new people. So seeing that he was for the most part on time, he waited for the rest of the people to show, so she could begin. It started off how he expected a greeting followed by what they covered and will cover, with hints that their were quite a bit of males so some would most likely be playing female roles. Sieghardt didn't truly mind this, he was sure he could play a believable female if he was chosen to be one. Leiko then handed a first year a stack of papers which they then pass around, with Leiko saying how they would be working on dialogue and how that chemistry with our fellow performers should also be something to count on. This could be considered true, not many people would want to act with someone they dislike after all. She would then ask for any volunteers for a practice demonstration, he would have went first but he waited a few seconds to see if anyone else would be willing to accept the offer. So when it seemed that no one was going to step forward, Seig smiled and raised his hand as he stood forward a bit. He also wanted to do this to see just if the comparisons people make out that him and Leiko are to similar when it came to the drama club were true. "If you don't mind, I'll be willing to demonstrate. I promise not to shame you." Sieg spoke with one of those caring smiles, while he himself was much more curious.

[I-Am-X]

Akane Hanazawa // Warakuma High - Rear Entrance Tuesday, April 14th, 2015 After School After debating whether she should head to the clubroom or not, Akane eventually gave in and decided to take the day off. There's no sense forcing her way out of her slump, if she keeps at it, it'll probably get worse. When's the last time I actually took a day off anyway? Lost in thought as she walked towards the rear entrance, which she does time from time to avoid the swarm of people at the main gates, a barrage of screams and yells snaps her back to reality. Breaking into a run, Akane dashed towards the direction of the sounds when she saw a group of guys, 4 in total, have a pair of girls trapped in a corner. 2 of the guys were third years, 1 in 2nd year and the other definitely looks like a first year. I think that one's in the class next to mine, Akane observed as she glanced at the 2nd year. Though, one of the guys, the 1st year, didn't seem all too comfortable with all this as he tried to get his seniors to stop. "Miura-Senpai, please stop. This is wrong, we shouldn't be doing this." the first year pleaded as he tried to pull the third year, Kenji Miura, a washout from one of the sport Clubs, away from the girls. Turning towards the first year, "Quit your bitching Suzuki." Mirua said as hit the first year and shoved him back. "If you want to go back to being a punching back, be my guest." He grinned as the other two chuckled like typical minions. Too afraid too say anything in reply, Ren Suzuki, the first year, hung his head in submission and the guys laughed once more before turning back towards the girls. "As I was saying," Miura resumed. "You should really re-consider 'hanging' out with us. We're being nice here, it's only good manners to accept out 'invitation' Heh" He finished as his eyes moved up and down their bodies as he began leaning in closer. Unable to take it anymore, "Hey!!" She yelled at Miura. Apparently it wasn't enough to draw his attention so she yelled again. Annoyed, Miura turned his head. "The Fuc-" He didn't get to finish as a school bag intercepted his face, knocking him to the ground as she charged in. He was a little slow to get up. "Y-you bitch!!! What in the hell did you put in that bag??!?!?" Answer: More than a few dozen mangas and note books. No mangas were harmed in the creation of this scene. "The fuck you guys standing around for?! Get Her!!" Miura shouted at his lackeys. He looked for Suzuki but he wasn't to be seen nor was the girls. Using Akane's interference, Suzuki took the time to get the girls away from there. Though, while he did manage to get a good distance away from him, Suzuki was still within eye shot. "You fucking little shit..." he cursed. Turning back towards his goons, "You take care of her, I'll handle the rest." With that order he got off the ground and chased after Suzuki and the two girls. Just you wait you bitch, You'll get yours soon. Not long after Kenji fled, Akane made short work of his thugs with a variety of punches and kicks. It was quite pitiful, they might look strong but they were quite slow. No coordination, they either never got into any fights or they went after pretty weak people. Which makes sense. She thought as she kicked them as she stood over them. Not wasting anymore time, she took off after Kenji "Get Back Here!!" --- Akira Kirigakure // Warakuma High Tuesday, April 14th, 2015 After School Walking down the hallway, he catches some movement from down below, near the rear entrance. Stopping to get a better look, he saw a girl launching her school bag and it catching the guy right in the face the moment he turned around. Catching many off guard at how sudden it was, Akira broke out into a laugh. From the looks of it, it seemed those pieces of shit were at it again. Bullying a bunch of first years, especially a pair of girls. "They never learn, talk about pathetic." he said to no one in particular. Kenji Miura... Like Akira, he also used to be part of the Archery Club. He was one of the guys that sided with the seniors during that ugly incident when they were both still first years. Akira remembers it fondly as he turned Kenji's face black and blue during the ordeal. Sometime afterwards he himself had a falling out with the Archery Club. Though, Akira doesn't know when but he honestly doesn't give a shit. Watching as Kenji fled, his eyes turned back towards the girl who delivering crushing blows to 2 guys that were left behind. Though, the fight didn't last all that long and soon she took off herself. "They're not going to live this one down." referring to Kenji and his men, Akira laughed as he turned away. Well, it helped past the time. With that, he made his way towards the Main entrance.

[Sen]

Sato Hashimoto /// Warakuma High, Class 3-3 -> Auditorium

When class ended, Sato found himself without an idea as to what he should do. No Archery, he didn’t feel like getting together with any friends, and he didn’t feel like loafing around his home for the rest of the day. It took him a few moments, as he leaned back into his seat, to remember that Drama meets on Tuesdays, and the day was in fact Tuesday. The teen groaned in response to the recollection, but in truth, there wasn’t anything he’d rather be doing. It was… refreshing, in an odd sort of way, to get into the Drama crowd. Hamada was certainly an interesting leader, the actual content of the club was enjoyable, and the people he met there were decent enough. Sato rose from his seats, collected his items together into a single pile, and made his way out from the classroom and over to the auditorium where Drama met.

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Upon entering, Sato immediately noticed that the room felt more spacious due to the tables and chairs stacked and placed next to the walls. Hamada had just finished putting up the final chair when Sato had walked in, and the boy soon found a comfortable spot in the slowly increasing crowd of people in the middle of it. Some familiar faces came in as well— the most recognizable being the recently-met Sieghardt. He considered going over and talking to the red-head, but he decided against it when Leiko Hamada begun to talk to club’s entirety. A stack of papers was passed around, and as people circulated the sheets throughout themselves, Hamada went on to recap the last meeting’s events and to explain what she was intending to get accomplished in the next while, as well as what they were to be doing in a little bit. ‘Working on dialogue,” as she said. What ‘dialogue’ was actually supposed to mean in this kind of context, Sato had no clue, but he figured it to be unimportant. Hopefully someone would explain or the demonstration Hamada was about to give would give some good perspective on what it was going to specifically be. Sato considered volunteering to be Hamada’s partner in this demonstration, but he decided that his lack of both ability and knowledge of what’d he’d be doing seemed like it’d be detrimental to the purpose of a demonstration. As in, that it wouldn’t demonstrate things well. Luckily, someone volunteered after a lengthy silence, and that person was Sieghardt. Drama queen with an equally as dramatic queen. Sato took a more comfortable stance as a smile formed on his lips. It was sure to be an interesting duo to be sure.

[Diabolicalrhapsody]

Alexei Dragunov April 14th, 2015 Alexei walked out of school bored. The lectures today had hardly been interesting, adding to it the fact that Sagat was absent and Inoue still weak from her illness. It meant that their club went without practice again. As he walked out alongside Inoue, a boy bumped into him. He turned to look at the fallen boy and soon he was scrambling to get up, huffing and panting heavily. The tears in his eyes meant that Alexei wasnt the cause of his distress. As he offered his hand to help him get up, two young girls also joined him. Equally distressed. Alexei was alarmed to say the least, he usually kept a low profile and stayed away from all the gangs of delinquents around the school. They weren't worth his time and nor were their victims. But, now that he had seen the kind of prey they usually bullied, he felt a little ashamed of his ignorance. Meanwhile, Inoue was patting both the girls and offered her water to them. Visibly calmed, they soon shrieked as a loud shout interupted their recuperation. "Get back here!! you piece of shit!!" came a hoarse croak. The owner of the voice also soon presented himself upon the scene. As he saw Inoue stand along with the girls, color seemed to drain out of his face. Meanwhile, the girls grabbed Inoue like little kittens. Scared of the man in question. Alexei was surprised how a weakling like that boy could invoke such reactions from the weak-willed. Before he could speak a word though, a phlegm filled threat escaped from Inoue "Miura!! you worthless pile of turd. Still up to your perverse ways." before she coughed heavily, shaking weakly. Perhaps, Alexei had an invisible presence but this Miura totally ignored him and instead walked confidently towards the group with a cocky smile, his previous fear all but washed away. "Looks like you aren't strong today, demon!!" he said with a sneer, staring at Inoue. "Perhaps, you can take care of the kids, Inoue." Alexei said gently as he patted Inoue's back to calm her coughing fit. Inoue sensed the seriousness in his tone to not say a word. Alexei pulled up his cuffs to display powerful forearms as he took a few steps towards Miura, whose face had reverted to its pale color. Another shout broke the atmosphere though. It's owner surprising Alexei a bit. Another run in it seemed. He was curious as to how this will turn out. So he decided to let him deal with Akane who really seemed pissed. His smile faded as he remembered the day today. Hamada won't be happy, the second impression is as bad as the first it seemed. "Inoue, sorry I have to go. Will see you later. Bye!" before he ran towards the drama room. He wished he wasn't that late. But not seeing how it played out also left him in two minds. Maybe Inoue and Akane can handle the weakling on their own. -- He reached the room in record time before bumping slightly into the door. "Huh..Hope, I wasn't too late." he said to no one in particular. A bit winded with the sudden sprint.

[Kissu]

Leiko Hamada: Warakuma High- Drama Club Meeting Room There was a stretched silence that followed, and Leiko was starting to feel uneasy when she glimpsed the corners of Masatomo's mouth twitching. He was either going to openly mock her or volunteer...and she really wasn't keen on the latter. Fortunately, another male spoke up in the nick of time, and Leiko's attention was immediately drawn to the owner of the voice. Ahh...isn't that Sieghardt Kasumi? Leiko mulled to herself as her eyes raked over his thin figure. He was already in the Drama Club before the auditions, so Leiko couldn't really recall his style or acting ability. Rumour spread quickly in the town of Warakuma however, and it occurred to Leiko that he was known to have a 'personality disorder' of some description, at least according to the students. Well, Leiko was certainly not inclined to judge- "I promise not to shame you." What. Leiko blinked, almost slightly taken aback by his words as he shot her a carefree smile, script in hand. Was he serious? He would imply that he could have the capacity to put Leiko Hamada, Club President and star of the arts, to shame? Well. "I see. Well, in that case, please step forward, Kasumi-san," Leiko smiled, a sharpened edge to her tone that made several of the club members share wary looks to one another. "And I assure you that shaming me in my acting prowess is a nigh impossibility. But still...I welcome you to try." Leiko stepped to the side, allowing Kasumi ample room to stand alongside her whilst the others grouped together and watched on at the scene that was about to unfold. Leiko cleared her throat promptly before flicking to a specific page of her script, her eyes downcast to a particular passage. "Hmm, I believe this one will do. Now you will assume the role of-" Bang! The sound of something-or rather, someone- hitting the door alerted the entirety of the club, Leiko's expression becoming slightly irked at the sight of a panting Alexei Dragunov standing before them. "Your timing was less than impeccable, as always. But no matter. Stop wasting time and join the others," Leiko said dryly before shaking her head with a weary sigh. "I have lost all train of thought now...where was I...oh, yes!" She snapped her fingers and looked over to Kasumi. "Our practice demonstration. Please, turn to page 32 and give yourself a moment to familiarise yourself with the text." As she said this, Leiko set aside her own, looking at her partner intensely as a different aura began to resonate in her very being. The stern, bold expression of Leiko Hamada quickly melted away to an unsettling look of fear and trepidation as she regarded the male before her with a look of helplessness and despair. "Ismene, mine sister, dearest one-" Hushed giggling spread across the room as it became apparent that not only Sieghardt's role was a female like earlier alluded, but that both would be sharing a close sisterly bond with one another. Not that half the group understood the words that spilled from Leiko's lips, but it was amusing to them nonetheless. Leiko, meanwhile, did not break her character once, the essence of Antigone taking hold of her soul as she locked eyes with the fellow performer. "Knowst thou? Hast heard? Or is it hidden from thee, the doom of foes that comes upon thy friends?" At this stage of the play, the grief-stricken Antigone was emotionally reliant on her focused, law-abiding sister to guide her and protect her. Their relationship became more complicated as the story progressed, but the excerpt had just enough character depth to challenge her partner's knowledge on classic theatre, not to mention his abilities to work out of his comfort zone. As she waited for his response, Leiko considered whether she had pushed him (and the growingly bemused audience) too far with such a strange choice of text, but only time would tell.

[XLegs]

Toma Tanaka - Sunday, April 12th Another night out, aimlessly wandering around, hoping to find any sort of clue of the missing boy. The lack of sleep and decent food was taking it's toll on Toma -- his mood swung from calm to furious to apathetic, wondering why he was even still trying. His phone had died hours ago, before he'd been able to let his mother know he wouldn't be coming home again. His muddled brain somehow decided that that was okay, that his parents would assume he was staying at a friends house again or something. Dragging his feet, he stumbled over nothing again, this time taking a fall. He somehow reacted fast enough to get his hands under him, but not fast enough to break the fall properly. He landed hard on his right palm, causing his hand to bend back farther than it should. It took a second for the pain to register, but when it did, Toma certainly felt it. Letting out a string of curses, he quickly picked himself up, cradling his wrist. Touching it gingerly, he decided it wasn't broken -- he'd broken more than his fair share of bones in his lifetime, and it hurt a hell of a lot more than this. It was definitely sprained, though. After cursing a little more, he noticed the sun was peeking over the horizon. Realizing it was Monday, he began making his way home to get ready for school, despite his sleep-deprived state. Monday, April 13th He wasn't sure how he was expecting his parents to react. Or rather, he hadn't even thought about it. They reacted poorly. Unsurprisingly, he supposed. His mother came running to the door when he walked in, face tear-stained and tired. She gave a small yelp of relieved happiness and hugged her son tight, asking him where he'd been and if he was okay. Toma mumbled in response, saying he was fine. Then came the heavier footsteps. Angrier footsteps. Toma gently pushed his mother away and face his father, who was stalking towards him, furious. The man, who was shorter than Toma, but still above average in height, grabbed his son's collar. "Where the hell have you been?" he yelled. "Do you realize how much you worried your mother?" Toma stared into his father's angry eyes, his own dead and tired. He could have explained himself; he could have said he had spent the night looking for his friend's missing brother. He would have gotten off easily -- his father might have told him that that was stupid, and he could have gone about helping in a better, less dangerous way; his mother would tell him that he really should have let them know. A slap on the wrist, but then probably some praise for taking action and trying to help people. But he didn't. Instead, he offered a weak excuse, one that didn't even answer the questions being thrown at him. "My phone died." His father's brow furrowed even further, and he pushed Toma back, raising his fist and taking a swing at the boy. Toma couldn't help but flinch slightly, but he made no attempt to block. After all, he agreed with his father -- this was what he deserved for acting as he did. The next thing he knew, he was on the ground, seeing stars. His first thought wasn't about the pain, or the shock of his own father hitting him -- something that had never happened before -- but of how comfy the floor felt. He was sure he'd fall asleep the moment he closed his eyes. Someone knelt over him, probably his mother. Slowly, he felt himself succumb to sleep. He was brought back to his senses by a wave a nausea. All the junk he had eaten, the world spinning around him, and his lack of sleep came together. Pushing himself up with his good hand, he raced to the washroom and vomited. At some point, his mother came in, knelt next to him, and began rubbing his back. After it had passed, she went to get him some water, and he sat alone, ice pack covering his cheekbone to suppress the swelling, though nothing could be done about his wrist at the moment. It hasn't been my weekend, I guess, he thought with a smile. And it wasn't over yet. He didn't know if Noboru was still missing. His mother protested when she realized he had decided to go to school, but he convinced her that he'd be fine. --- At school, he met up with Aiko, who told him that Noboru had been found. Immensely relieved, he sort of shut down for the rest of the day. He was awake, but nothing around him registered -- he had zero clue what his classes had gone over or what homework was assigned. That was fine, he didn't really care at this point. He'd catch up later. Whenever his face and wrist came up, he'd said, with a small smile and laugh, that he'd accidentally ran into a drunk and paid the price. --- When he got home at after school, Toma noted his father's closed door, as it always was. Apparently nothing had changed. The exhausted boy walked right past and up to his room, collapsing onto his bed and falling asleep, fully clothed. Toma Tanaka - Tuesday, April 14th Toma woke up with a fierce hunger and a throbbing face. He managed to get ready and raid the pantries, despite the fact that his good hand was out of commission. It was pretty incredible how much better twelve hours of sleep made him feel. He was definitely still feeling off and tired, but at least he had enough coordination to get by with one hand. It was a huge improvement compared to tripping over his own feet. After School Make himself a paltry breakfast with his left hand was one thing, trying to take notes with it was a much harder task. So hard, in fact, that he quickly completely gave up and instead tried his best to pay better attention. With a sigh, he resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn't do great on test question involving what the class was learning this week. After the bell had gone, he threw his stuff together and rubbed his eyes. Turning to Aiko, he gave his friend a small grin. "We've got Track today. Think you're up for it?" Considering that it was Aiko's own brother who had been missing, Toma figured he'd be just as exhausted.

[EnterTheHero]

Mako Moritomi//Warakuma High, Auditorium

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

==~== It had suddenly occurred to Mako how ridiculous of a concept it was that he hadn't participated in such a marvelous distraction as the Drama club until now, and he came to school that day with the full intent of rectifying such an oversight. Of course, being that he was Mako Moritomi and prone to other distractions aside from those he was intent on, including his own admittedly terrible sense of direction, he now found himself in the delightfully awkward position of being late to practice on the first day that he intended to make his entrance. Ah, well. There is a precedent for being "fashionably late," after all. And I am nothing if not fashionable. For a certain definition of the word, anyway. Mako smiled as he neared the auditorium. He was rather happy he had this idea, as it not only gave him a reason to explore the school a bit more, but also led him to an activity that would enable his commitment to spectacle. And he would give them a spectacle, for certain. After all, it wasn't as though he didn't have experience to draw on for this sort of thing... Squaring his shoulders, Mako arrived at the rather distinctive double doors to the auditorium, and, smiling widely, opened them carefully, hopefully not interrupting anything significant. He glanced over the assembled students, then walked in, carefully closing the doors behind him, and waited for his turn to address the individuals within.

[Sho Minazuki]

Rui Shinichi - Auditorium

14/4/2015 - Tuesday - After School It was mostly practice today it seems, and doing some excerpts out of other plays as part of it. Rui watched intently, as well, he was here for Drama club after all. His Expression had improved a bit. It appears this club was quickly becoming popular, so he began to expect that during the school festival they could do a rather big play, or even two if time and effort allows. He felt something sift behind him, and turned, to see another student entering the room... He didn't recognize him, maybe a prospective new member...? He strode over to the student, and asked him directly. "I don't recognize you, are you here to join?", his question was blunt. He wouldn't really be able to help with actually joining, he'd have to wait until Leiko or some-other was done.

[Oblivion666]

Sieg Kasumi: Warakuma High-Drama Club Meeting Room

With the tone in her voice and the looks other students gave one another, he knew that she took his comment a little personally. This made him chuckle as he was told to step forward, while being given clear information that shaming her would be virtually impossible to do. That was fine for him, he always liked doing the impossible. So when the others made room Sieg stood next to her, giving her a small smile as he looked down at her. She was about to give him his role, but just at that second a man burst through the doors which caused Sieg to look over at the man, before his attention returned back to Leiko. As she gave the man orders on what to do, she instructed Sieg to turn to page 32 and memorize the lines, so he couldn't help but chuckle as he read it, and as he lowered it and set it aside she acted out the first line, quite wonderfully. This would however indicate Sieg was playing a woman. So as she poke, he heard the others giggling with each other while he himself laughed in his mind. Wondering if she truly thought that him playing a female bothered him. He played a female before and he most certainly can do it again. He did have to give her credit though, she portrayed the character wonderfully . So when she finished her lines, Sieg could see her conviction just by looking at her eyes. His own look would change to one of a caring sibling, one that had nothing but the best intentions in mind for their younger sibling. What would come off as most surprising, is how Sieg was able to change is low voice into a higher one more fitting of a female. " No tidings of our friends, Antigone." Although the giggling would intensify with Sieg's now girly voice it didn't seem to distract him one little bit. Through it all however he didn't break character once, becoming one with Ismene, which others might question just how far he would take his love for the theater. None of those matter bothered him however, if he loved something then he was most certainly going to show it. Even if it might go overboard at times. "And since in this last night the Argive host has left the field, I nothing further know, nor brightening fortune, nor increasing gloom." As his line would end he would look at Leiko dead in the eyes and give one of those smiles of his. The one he gave when he promised not to shame her. The meaning behind it saying that he could play a girls part just as well as a males. He wasn't one to normally initiate a challenge, but when it comes from someone who also loves the art, it just seems right to be a little challenging.

[EnterTheHero]

Mako Moritomi//Warakuma High, Auditorium

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

==~== Mako started slightly as the student who approached him suddenly jumped into his interrogation without so much as a by-your-leave. Mako raised an eyebrow at the sudden intrusion, but eventually decided he couldn't hold such a thing against the black-haired boy- he was much an intruder himself, considering the circumstances. And so, plastering on his most winning of smiles, Mako decided to demonstrate to Black-Hair-san exactly why he was here. "Why, quite correct, my friend. And indeed, who wouldn't want to join such a fine institution as that of the theatre, anyway? Such a lovely tradition, it is- dates all the way back to the ancient Greeks, I believe. It has always fascinated me, such a subject. Acting is one of my many passions. Perhaps my utmost! Why, sometimes I am so passionate about it that I scarce know when I am acting and when I am simply... normal? For a certain definition of normal, anyway." Mako paused, glancing at what was likely a bemused expression on Black-Hair-san's face for the briefest of moments before returning to his steamroller-esque presence. "...But enough chit-chat, I am being rude. I am Mako, Mako Moritomi. Pleased to meet you, Mr...?"

[Sho Minazuki]

Rui Shinichi - Auditorium

14/4/2015 - Tuesday - After School Rui kept a slightly eager face, until it became clear this guy was going to talk for a bit longer than necessary and thus the expression turned back to neutral as he watched with an unchanging face. Once he was done and moving onto introductions... He hoped this kid did not disturb what was happening right now too much, it looks like the Drama club was going to be quite populated this year. "Rui Shinichi... I am a member of this club. You seem a bit over-enthusiastic... Although maybe tone down because practice is going on right now", he pointed out. "But you want to join, so stay and wait until they're done".

[I-Am-X]

Akane Hanazawa // Warakuma High - Rear Entrance Tuesday, April 14th, 2015 After School When she finally caught up to Miura, she could see that someone else decided to get involved in the matter. Another surprise was the one who did, was with Alexei. Man, we sure do run into each other a lot, don't we? She thought to herself. Well, she looks strong enough so I'm sure the three of them will be safe. "Well then," she said to herself as she turned turns Inoue. "If you can, can you watch over those 3? I'll handle him, Me and him need to talk." Cracking her knuckles as she turns towards Miura. "Kenji Miura, one who was kicked out of the Archery Club for various offenses...So these are the kinds of things you've been doing since you were kicked to the curb. Pathetic. I'd advise you to leave those 3 alone and get lost. Oh," she glared at him before adding with a smile. "Just so you know, your friends won't be able to make it. So do give up peacefully." As Miura turned and looked at her, he was shocked. That bitch took out Urahara and Tachibana?! Useless! After listening to her go on and on, he could feel his blood boil up in rage. Not only was he being looked down upon and insulted by two girls but the bitch had he nerve to bring up his dismissal. Tch, I have to do everything myself. "Arrogant bitch, I'll show you to respect your seniors..."Grinding his teeth, he lunges at Akane. Unperturbed, Akane stares right at Inoue and waves her off, motioning to her that she's fine and doesn't need to get involved. Missing with his first swing, "Heh, dumbass, got you." Pulling out a metal rod from his pocket and swings at her while in a crouching position, he takes her by surprise...or so he thinks. Making a step back, she makes a sweeping kick, causing him to stumble and loose his momentum. Taking advantage of this, Akane grabs the hand with the metal rod, twists it around and throws him over her shoulder. As she pinned her down, it seems his cronies recovered and made it to the scene. Thinking they wanted more, she was a bit surprised they hesitated and kept their distance. Noticing that they didn't intend to fight, she picks up Miura and shoves him into them. As she gives them a final warning. "Stay away from those 3 or I won't take it easy on you." As a crowd gathered around, he glared at Akane before spitting on the ground and taking off. Heading over towards the three, she makes sure that they are alright. As the three confirmed that they were alright, they gave their thanks to Inoue and Akane before taking their leave. Watching them leave she turned towards Inoue. "Thank you for intercepting him and keeping them safe. I think I ran enough for one day." she laughed before offering her hand. "I'm Akane Hanazawa from 2-2"

[Sen]

Mika Moriyama /// Warakuma High, Front Entrance [->] Warakuma Shopping Complex

When she saw Akira approaching, Mika waved at hand at him just to signal her position to him. Though, it didn’t matter much, as she quickly grew tired of waiting for someone who was walking so slowly to come over to her and simply ran over to the boy. She chastised herself for being so eager however and forced a more stoic expression onto her face as she stood in front of the black-haired boy. Her fingers found their ways onto the straps of the bag she dangled from her shoulder. “I’ve been waiting for almost seven minutes now, Akira!” She exclaimed, instantly losing the cool she had mustered just moments ago. “Punctuality is important in a guy, you know. Now… I’ve invited someone to this outing. They’ll be meeting us at the store.” Mika took a few quick steps towards the steps leading away from the school, but quickly turned back around. “We never agreed on any rules, so you don’t mind, right?” The highschool girl took off before the boy could respond, only waiting for him to catch up when she got to the edge of the street.

[-----]

The shopping district was populated mostly by highschool students, having just gotten off from their classes as well. Mika and Akira found themselves waiting outside of some café Mika had only been to once several years ago. The mystery person had yet to show up, and it frustrated Mika enough that she felt the need to vent the thoughts to Akira. She didn’t feel like he’d care about his thoughts on how he never shows up on time and that he doesn’t even thank me. Though, as soon as she saw her expected guest, Mika instantly shut up and waved her cast-covered hand out so that he’d see where they were. Tragically, Rokoru did not return the positive energy Mika radiated. Likely due to the presence of Akira Kirigakure. Forgetting to mention that Akira would be there was the only way to get Rokoru to even show up. The boy turned almost 180^o to leave, but Mika surged out and tugged his wrist back to get him to stay. He groaned, and followed the shorter girl back over to where she left Akira. “Meet our exciting third wheel for the day!” She moved her hand beneath the writing on Rokoru’s grey t-shirt. “Notice the clever and funny print on the subject’s clothing. Truly magnificent!” With a snorty giggle, she hopped back closer to Akira. Rokoru folded his arms over his chest like he usually did when he disapproved of something, covering the text that went over his shirt seemingly on purpose. “So, what do you guys want? For drinks? They’re obviously on me.”

[Diabolicalrhapsody]

Inoue Matsuhita Inoue could only waved weakly at the foreigner as he took off on some urgent chore. Se wanted to know a bit more of the enigma that was Alexei Dragunov. It was like she knew nothing about the boy, he always held this plain expression that hid well what lay underneath. Though, as she felt some clinging to her shirt, she realized that she may have phased out for a moment. Seeing a younger student appear on the scene, Alexei had apparently been convinced enough of her ability that he left Inoue in charge. The same was repeated by the girl shortly thereafter. The confidence with which she berated Kenji meant that she hid her talent for fighting rather well under that plain exterior. The girls no longer were shaking from Kenji's presence and a short crowd had also gathered around to see the ruckus. Should Miura lose now, his rep would take a serious hit and his projected superiority would also crumble. Inoue knew that he wasn't much of a threat to any of the serious ones in the school. Those thugs from Kendo club were too hard for him to touch. The Judo and Karate club were too skilled to be taken down and the girls at Gymnastics and Swimming club were also rather feisty. So with a loss here, his target crowd will also gain in confidence of responding to his threats. Sensing this, Miura stepped forward, a vain smirk plastered on his face and cockiness evident in his body-language. Just then, the girl threw a barb. A line that lay bare all that was to crush the terror of Kenji Miura. A testament to his weakness, this seemed to put Miura in a frenzy as he charged the girl, intent on fighting dirty from the start. Inoue thought of intervening, surely even with weakness, she had enough juice to bring him down. But, surprisingly, the girl responded like a seasoned veteran. Keeping her body relaxed and stepping out of range before stepping forward in a dash and using his momentum to throw him over her shoulder in one smooth motion. Blowing the air out of him in one blow. The form looked freestyle but had its base in Judo, especially the one taught in the Tokyo region. The movements were rough but the fluidity was vaguely there. A smile crept to Inoue's face as she witnessed the whole scene as the crowd was pretty much shocked into silence. The girl in with a movement had established to key things. First, that Kenji Miura was finished and second, that she is not to be trifled with. The whimpering girls were silent in that moment but kudos to Miura that despite been swatted like a measly fly and wiped out, he still held some of that brash cockiness about him. The girl then turned towards Inoue and introduced herself. Inoue smiled and grabbed her by the shoulders "Matsuhita Inoue, Class 3-3. You should join our MMA club. I'll surely put in a word for you. We can use someone like you to even out the scales. It would be fun. Currently, we have only three members and we are in search of more. A talent like you shall surely bring us visibilty. What d'ya say?" she paused for a bit as she coughed heavily. "I'm sure Kenji is not foolish enough to attack me alone. So I didn't do much. It's thanks to you that these guys are saved." She patted the heads of the girls as she gave a measuring look to the boy, who wasn't the ideal protector but had done well enough. She looked at him and smiled but said nothing.

[EnterTheHero]

Mako Moritomi//Warakuma High, Auditorium

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

==~== Mako smiled ruefully at the blank look on Black-Hair-san... er, Rui's face after he finished his most unusual of tirades. Hmm. Perhaps I did take that display a little too far... A little late to regret it now, though. Mako rubbed the back of his head as Rui-san gave a somewhat-terse explanation of what it was that he was supposed to do in order to join the drama club. He nodded, then turned toward the other boy. "I understand my display was rather... eccentric," he said, much quieter this time, though his monologue hadn't been that loud, either. "I am given to understand that I have a habit of using four words where one would do. Forgive me if I... confused you over much. I thank you for the information- you are most helpful. I shall wait with you until their practice is over, then. Fair enough? Unless I have made myself unwelcome, of course."

[Sho Minazuki]

Rui Shinichi - Auditorium

14/4/2015 - Tuesday - After School As soon as the boy Mako had calmed down, albeit despite admitting to overtalking, still overtalked a little... Rui began to form his own response. The people around them didn't seem to mind too much, but they noticed it. Fortunately he did not disturb the practice happening, though someone may have at least noticed him. > "Yeah you're unwelcome" > "I think you'll fit in nicely" > "Sure whatever" "I think you'll fit in nicely here", he said. Well, he wasn't wrong. Considering how Leiko was, and other members of the club, and that the club kind of encouraged self expression. Not to mention any interest in theatrical arts was welcome.