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STATUS: One more final. Yas .... 9 yrs ago
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One more final. Yas ....
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After Tuesday I'll be back to regular postings! Sorry for the delay folks. Finals are a killer bee </3
9 yrs ago
We'll fall asleep. So deeply out of reach
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9 yrs ago
In peace may you leave the shore. In love may you find the next. Safe passage on your travels until our final journey on the ground... May we meet again.
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Wonderful! I'll begin a reply then :)!
TheRider said
OwO tiiime to read up on what's happened!
Hey Rider, do you mind if I slightly character control just to get to the classroom?
Oh no! Rider better respond quickly then xD!
Interaction commenced with your character Rider! Let the good times roll xD!
Amaya rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She looked over and saw that it was 6:30 in the morning. The sun was just beginning to rise as she began to get everything ready. School had started up again. With the days of summer coming to an end, so did her rather redundant schedule. While many may not think the same as her, she was rather excited to get back into the busy days of school. She was ready to return to normalcy.
Changing into her new high school uniform and putting the necessities in her bag, she went downstairs. Her father was already dressed and getting ready to leave for the day. He looked up from the newspaper he was reading and offered her a smile. "Good Morning Amaya."
She nodded to him. "To you as well father," she said. "Is mom awake yet?"
"She should be coming down any moment," he said. "I saw the bento you made for today. Beautiful as every Amaya. Perhaps you should've made one for me as well."
Taking a glass of milk and a piece of toast, Amaya began to eat her improvised breakfast. "I thought mom always made them," she replied. "I will next time, if you'd like?"
Another pair of footsteps creaked against the wooden floor as Amaya's mother walked in. "Father's kidding, dear," she said. "His bento is already made. Top shelf of the refrigerator as always."
The three exchanged further pleasantries as Amaya glanced over at the clock. She coughed quietly as she placed her glass in the sink and washed it. When she placed it on the drying rack, she bent over and picked up her bad and made for the door. "I'll be off then."
"Have a great day," her mother said before Amaya disappeared through the door.
The speech was the same old speech that any school would give. Do good in your academics. Join clubs. Welcome new students. It took everything for Amaya not to sigh during the speech. The principal really needed to loosen. Not that she was in any position to criticize. Even though the sea of unknown faces hadn't done anything to her, her anxiousness and paranoia was dangerously high. Her eyes had constantly looked around during the speech.
When they were dismissed, she went over to the bulletin board and found her homeroom. "1-G," she said to herself. Before she began to head off in the direction of her classroom, she noticed a rather peculiar looking student standing off in the distance from the hustle bustle. She walked over. "You look a bit lost. Do you need help finding your class?"
The boy certainly did not look Japanese at all Amaya thought to herself. It wasn't odd to have a gaijin come to Japanese schools, but typically the majority were in the university level. No doubt the boy received weird looks from everyone else. Seeing a foreigner within a high school was rare. Another thought occurred to her. "Can ... you understand Japanese?"
Amaya placed a hand on her hips as she shifted her glasses.
Changing into her new high school uniform and putting the necessities in her bag, she went downstairs. Her father was already dressed and getting ready to leave for the day. He looked up from the newspaper he was reading and offered her a smile. "Good Morning Amaya."
She nodded to him. "To you as well father," she said. "Is mom awake yet?"
"She should be coming down any moment," he said. "I saw the bento you made for today. Beautiful as every Amaya. Perhaps you should've made one for me as well."
Taking a glass of milk and a piece of toast, Amaya began to eat her improvised breakfast. "I thought mom always made them," she replied. "I will next time, if you'd like?"
Another pair of footsteps creaked against the wooden floor as Amaya's mother walked in. "Father's kidding, dear," she said. "His bento is already made. Top shelf of the refrigerator as always."
The three exchanged further pleasantries as Amaya glanced over at the clock. She coughed quietly as she placed her glass in the sink and washed it. When she placed it on the drying rack, she bent over and picked up her bad and made for the door. "I'll be off then."
"Have a great day," her mother said before Amaya disappeared through the door.
The speech was the same old speech that any school would give. Do good in your academics. Join clubs. Welcome new students. It took everything for Amaya not to sigh during the speech. The principal really needed to loosen. Not that she was in any position to criticize. Even though the sea of unknown faces hadn't done anything to her, her anxiousness and paranoia was dangerously high. Her eyes had constantly looked around during the speech.
When they were dismissed, she went over to the bulletin board and found her homeroom. "1-G," she said to herself. Before she began to head off in the direction of her classroom, she noticed a rather peculiar looking student standing off in the distance from the hustle bustle. She walked over. "You look a bit lost. Do you need help finding your class?"
The boy certainly did not look Japanese at all Amaya thought to herself. It wasn't odd to have a gaijin come to Japanese schools, but typically the majority were in the university level. No doubt the boy received weird looks from everyone else. Seeing a foreigner within a high school was rare. Another thought occurred to her. "Can ... you understand Japanese?"
Amaya placed a hand on her hips as she shifted her glasses.
Nobunaga Jin said
Seri put you on the list, and the name "Anima" is pretty hard to miss. :)
Haha I feel loved already! I'm working on a post, so give me a moment ^^!
Nobunaga Jin said
Hey, Anima's here!
Oh ho! Yes I am. Didn't know anyone knew me yet ^^"
Serinaty said
Yay Anima! ^^ Approved as always.
Why thank you! I'll get cracking on an IC when I get caught up!
Name: Hayashi Amaya
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Clubs/Occupation: Member of the Dance Club
Personality: While serene and calm on the surface, Amaya struggles with her internal conflict of discerning what truly is real in the moment and what is not. Typically, she obsesses over the smallest of things to make sure that said concern is okay and dealt with. When she's not currently engaged with something, she tends to 'zone out' from time to time literally feeling that she can sense what another is feeling and anticipating what may or may not happen in the future due to simple intuition. While many times, the 'feelings' turn out to be nothing but her imagination playing tricks on her, there are times where she feels that what occurred in reality was what she saw either in her dreams or her imagination during her spaced out moments.
History: Born into a superstitious family, Amaya at a young age was introduced to the thought of offending the spirits would come back and punish those foolish enough to try. Her mother and father are both devote practitioners of Shinto while she was looped into the lifestyle by sheer association. While she did try her best to be as pious as her parents, it simply never clicked with her. She continued to disappoint them though, in time, she began to tolerate it as they her.
When she began to have her 'visions' or strong sense in intuition, she told her parents rather reluctantly. She told them how she somehow knew that the accident on the news would happen. How mother stumped her toe on the steps - a very rare occurrence - and various other things. Instead of rationale, she was greeted with scrutiny and more superstitious words. Her parents told her that this was the spirits punishment on her for not practicing their religion. The curse being granted vision, they said, was never kind on the user.
And it wasn't. In time, she became paranoid and wondered what was real and what wasn't. While her intuition wasn't correct all the time, her mind began to picture things that would constantly make her worry. Not wanting to go through the same ordeal again, she kept her insecurity dormant. Turning to dance, she found an activity that soothed her mind and kept the curse away. She had finally found a way to cope. For now.
Weapon: Twin fans.
Persona:
~Name: Andras
~Arcana: Moon
~Drain: None
~Weak: Wind, Darkness
~Null: Lightning
~Reflect: None
~Resist: None
~Skills: Zio, Rampage, Sukukaja, Double Fang
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Clubs/Occupation: Member of the Dance Club
Personality: While serene and calm on the surface, Amaya struggles with her internal conflict of discerning what truly is real in the moment and what is not. Typically, she obsesses over the smallest of things to make sure that said concern is okay and dealt with. When she's not currently engaged with something, she tends to 'zone out' from time to time literally feeling that she can sense what another is feeling and anticipating what may or may not happen in the future due to simple intuition. While many times, the 'feelings' turn out to be nothing but her imagination playing tricks on her, there are times where she feels that what occurred in reality was what she saw either in her dreams or her imagination during her spaced out moments.
History: Born into a superstitious family, Amaya at a young age was introduced to the thought of offending the spirits would come back and punish those foolish enough to try. Her mother and father are both devote practitioners of Shinto while she was looped into the lifestyle by sheer association. While she did try her best to be as pious as her parents, it simply never clicked with her. She continued to disappoint them though, in time, she began to tolerate it as they her.
When she began to have her 'visions' or strong sense in intuition, she told her parents rather reluctantly. She told them how she somehow knew that the accident on the news would happen. How mother stumped her toe on the steps - a very rare occurrence - and various other things. Instead of rationale, she was greeted with scrutiny and more superstitious words. Her parents told her that this was the spirits punishment on her for not practicing their religion. The curse being granted vision, they said, was never kind on the user.
And it wasn't. In time, she became paranoid and wondered what was real and what wasn't. While her intuition wasn't correct all the time, her mind began to picture things that would constantly make her worry. Not wanting to go through the same ordeal again, she kept her insecurity dormant. Turning to dance, she found an activity that soothed her mind and kept the curse away. She had finally found a way to cope. For now.
Weapon: Twin fans.
Persona:
~Name: Andras
~Arcana: Moon
~Drain: None
~Weak: Wind, Darkness
~Null: Lightning
~Reflect: None
~Resist: None
~Skills: Zio, Rampage, Sukukaja, Double Fang
Hey all, sorry for the delay. Beginning to write the thing up now.
Just and update. I did PM the oldies to ask if they still wanted back in. So, if they do come back, we won't have to double and such.
Just and update. I did PM the oldies to ask if they still wanted back in. So, if they do come back, we won't have to double and such.
Giving this a bump with a few updates.
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