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What Are You Listening To?

Hunting Grounds

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Fire Emblem: Three Houses Interest Check

Ayo

You Can Become a Hero!

_{Location:
Ishin Academy | Sapporo}

_{Interacting with:[Inkarnate]}

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If it wasn’t the cold fervently nipping at her as she slept it was definitely the light pouring through the cheap dorm blind. She wasn’t used to either back home, 16 degrees was about the lowest it would ever get, and her black out blinds prevented any stream of light to break through. Snuggling up to her blankets she noticed in her groggy glazed over expression that there was no one in the bed adjacent to her. She tossed over to face the wall dismissing it as none other than her mind still not adjusting to the change of moving all the way up north. A few seconds passed before her brain had caught up to her vision and she jarred up from her bed to face what should have been her roommate. The monochromatic idol was nowhere to be seen, its as if there was no trace of her ever being there. No dust, no luggage, not so much as a wrinkle in the blankets that rested neatly atop her mattress.

A shallow sadness welled up inside Haruhi. There was no note to explain her departure and for some reason she had faulted herself for perhaps scaring her off so soon. Cradling her blanket in hand she realized her nails had been cleaned and painted just the night before by her deft hand. With a gentle dilapidated sigh, she hoped that her homeroom professor would hopefully have more answers for her. This prompted Haruhi to rise and prepare for her first day in school. Unfortunately for Haruhi she hadn’t set an alarm and her internal clock had not yet meshed with the time of classes. Glancing over at the clock she saw she was already incredibly late to class. This caused an explosion of energy and metal inside her small dormitory. Socks were being thrown on while a toothbrush and foam akin to that of rabies dripped all over her top.

While she was in and out of focus conducting some type of new pose, rotating between objects she carried, she had finally managed to gather herself. Racing out the door she whistled out to her sack of nuts and bolts as if they were a horse galloping in the distance. Two sets of washers slinked out of the bag and attached themselves to the soles of her shoes. Running was much slower than her makeshift rollerblades. She traversed stairs by grinding down rails and vaulting over lowly concrete until she arrived at the entrance of her class. With a more dignified approach she brushed a loose strand of her behind her ear and took a deep breath before making her way in. That was until she realized she was inside 1-B’s classroom and the silence and confused look on everyone’s face signified her mistake. Sweat started to bead on her forehead followed by nervous laughter. Without a word she bowed and fled the classroom.

Take two. She entered the classroom and saw that a majority if not all the students she saw at the opening day had been in her class and had found their seats properly. Her eyes scanned the room until she caught gazes with a rather short girl up at the front of the class. To Haruhi this was a relief, she was probably another student who was late and was looking for her seat. Making her way over she smiled and slapped the back of the short student. “You must be new here too! Maybe we’re sitting next to each other. Hopefully I don’t sit in front of you otherwise it might be hard for you to see since you’re kind of short. Like that blue haired girl with the attitude!” She shouted happily waving at Yoshiba in the audience.

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

I just haven't been in the writing mood tbh, still here tho=

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

Hot boy summer?

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

Will really just said fuck it let me go alone like a horror movie teen.

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

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Sometimes Astrid wondered how people could be naturally pretty. While they had not had much in the way of a friendship or fleeting acquaintanceship, she knew her enough to notice her in passing. It also helped that the town so small insuring that Astrid almost had to notice Ruby Han’s fathers’ picture in the local supermarket showcasing that he was the manager of their humble grocery operation. “Yeah, at least the last time I checked. Although nowadays I wouldn’t mind being anyone else that doesn’t live here. It’s like this town is preventing me from leaving and not just because of the quarantine.” Astrid didn’t really know why she was venting her frustrations to a girl she barely knew, but she always felt comfortable around people she didn’t know and that weren’t from Everbrook circle.

The unintentional or intentional yoda reference made her giggle in what was otherwise dreary day in a string of dreary days. “I didn’t know you studied that much or that someone could study that much. If you need any help lugging those around, I can help you. By the way, do you know why the parking lot is so crowded? I expected it to be busy but not this much.” Her confusion was only further mounted as they made their way inside and she caught the sight of not one, but several of her peers from Everbrook high in attendance. ”What is going on here?” she pondered in her head, her tongue jabbing the insides of her cheek. It kind of felt like the breakfast club with all of them meeting up so conveniently like this especially with the several stereotypes surround them. There was William the bible thumper, Walter the class clown, Abbie the mean girl, and even your resident jock.

Distracted by the crowd she hadn’t noticed Ruby had left her side, until the crippling cold waved over her like a blanket. It was suffocating to say the least. The cold instantly reminded her of the funeral home, the morgue more specifically. The same cold she felt when she held her moms’ hand for the last time at the wake. It was a feeling that she no longer wished to feel and so her body instinctively reacted by crossing her arms and rubbing her biceps. Without stating the obvious she tried to be more transparent in her questions than William, “Why is everyone here in the first place?”

You Can Become a Hero!

_{Location:
Ishin Academy | Sapporo}

_{Interacting with:@OwO}

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Haruhi tossed the bag onto her shoulders like it was a bag of feathers. Her tendency to lug and carry larger pieces of metal around dusty and gravel fields led her to put on more muscle than perceived by most under her school uniform. The room itself was pretty plain probably to save money and not allow for kids to get too comfortable while abroad. The uniformity was actually more reassuring than intended since her room was as vanilla as this one. Main difference being another bed and person with her in the same room, waking up staring at Yoru until she woke up would be the highlight of her stay with her.

She left no time to spare, quickly accommodating all her things while Haruhi watched plainly behind her. Why did she have so much stuff in her bag? Do other girls always carry so many things? And there was so much make up with tools that she had never seen before. Of course, she was more used to wrenches and screw drivers and not pens and curlers. Rubbing her own chin, she figured it was her turn to unpack. Mimicking Genkuro, she laid her uniform atop her dresser followed by taking a bag out of her garments rustling with the sound of bouncing metal. Promptly grabbing the bottom of the bag and flipping it over she dumped out the waterfall of metal pieces onto her bed. Anyone else might look on in horror even more so with her next action.

With the bag deflated she tossed it to the side before throwing herself onto the bed causing most of the screws and metal pieces to jump with her and onto the floor. “Uhhh I’m not sure what do girls even do for sleepovers? Have you ever had one? OOO! Maybe we can have a pillow fight” she rolled around in bed for a few more moments before eyeing her make up and connecting the dots. “I know! You could give me a makeover! Look at my nails!” throwing caution to the wind she extended her hand to Genkuro. To say they were far away from traditional hands was an understatement. They were rough, calloused, and her nails were practically none existent since she religiously clipped them as to not break any while working.

Physical strength wouldn’t be the only thing Genkuro would need to survive Isshin, but perhaps also mental and spiritual help.

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

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