So so sorry! The past few days have been really hectic. Not only very busy, but also having some scary pet issues. I will be back on the ball tomorrow, pepani!
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Phew~ it's been so long since I roleplayed, it's taking a while to get back into it.
Yep, I'd have to say the same.
Maksim
"Oh, don't worry, Miss. I heard you loud and clear the first time. A bit hard not to, megaphone and all..."
Maksim's voice trailed off, but his eyes stayed locked in place for a moment. His lids twitched a bit, before quickly shifting his gaze to the side. The boy had been told on multiple occasions "It's rude to stare." Although he could barely see what exactly he was staring at, he knew it made people a bit uncomfortable at times. It was difficult though, to look away from the purple and peach figure, the colors and now voice practically commanded Maksim's attention. Despite this internal struggle, Maksim's face stayed...Blank.
"Not to worry, I'll make sure everyone gets the message somehow... And you are~?"
As blue eyes moved back to Sakura's direction, his right hand was already awaiting to shake her's.
"I'm Maksim Kato, class 3-2. It's nice to formally meet you, since I've heard so much from and about you..."
He placed a spindly finger against his own lips, as his head tilted to the left, creating a inquisitive gesture.
"Though, I wonder, would you happen to be a pursuer of the visual arts? In appreciation and or creation, Miss President? I suppose not..."
Maksim had a hunch this was not her bag, but it never hurt to ask. After all she is the Student Council President, shouldn't she be at least marginally interested in what the clubs and such are up to these days? Maybe not, the art club hadn't exactly been boiling over with excitement as of late.
"Oh, don't worry, Miss. I heard you loud and clear the first time. A bit hard not to, megaphone and all..."
Maksim's voice trailed off, but his eyes stayed locked in place for a moment. His lids twitched a bit, before quickly shifting his gaze to the side. The boy had been told on multiple occasions "It's rude to stare." Although he could barely see what exactly he was staring at, he knew it made people a bit uncomfortable at times. It was difficult though, to look away from the purple and peach figure, the colors and now voice practically commanded Maksim's attention. Despite this internal struggle, Maksim's face stayed...Blank.
"Not to worry, I'll make sure everyone gets the message somehow... And you are~?"
As blue eyes moved back to Sakura's direction, his right hand was already awaiting to shake her's.
"I'm Maksim Kato, class 3-2. It's nice to formally meet you, since I've heard so much from and about you..."
He placed a spindly finger against his own lips, as his head tilted to the left, creating a inquisitive gesture.
"Though, I wonder, would you happen to be a pursuer of the visual arts? In appreciation and or creation, Miss President? I suppose not..."
Maksim had a hunch this was not her bag, but it never hurt to ask. After all she is the Student Council President, shouldn't she be at least marginally interested in what the clubs and such are up to these days? Maybe not, the art club hadn't exactly been boiling over with excitement as of late.
Aaaaahahaha. I love Sakura. I have such a soft spot for aggressive boss-types. I feel like Maksim's borderline apathy and Sakura's tightly wound personalities are going to mesh horribly, so fun. Watching Keiko and Suna is also fun though. It's all so fun. So much fun, everywhere. I'm going to overdose on fun. Please send help.
My post is a bit lack-luster, my apologies. Having a little trouble getting out of my head today, aha.
My post is a bit lack-luster, my apologies. Having a little trouble getting out of my head today, aha.
Yeah, not fun. I used to get them quite frequently, but they seem to have settled down recently. Still about one or two a month though. Excedrin migraine, lots of water, and a good pair of sunglasses!
Ah, migraines are the worst! D: I hope it lightens up, at least!
Yes, posts my precious life source.
Yes, posts my precious life source.
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what timezone are you from?
I'm CAT (UTC+02:00). I'm living in southeastern Africa.
Finally have a post up! Quite late to the party though... I have to note, I may be a on a different timezone than quite a few of you? Not sure though. It doesn't help that I go to bed a bit early on a typical night (it's quite past my bedtime right now). So I apologize in advance if my post timing is ever inconvenient or just late as hell.
Maksim
The school day was finally over, the halls were swarming with students making their way to their respective clubs and dorms. The lanky frame slowly made his way through the crowd, hugging the wall as a sort of guide to his destination; the destination being, as usual, the art room. Quite sure he was halfway there, Maksim's commute was interrupted. The obnoxious barking being drove into his ears like a jackhammer grabbed what little attention Maksim was willing to pay, turning towards the sound, he realized he was starring at a pair of long flesh colored sticks.
"Oh, legs. Right."
Who did the legs belong to though? Slowly scanning upward, discovering a large patch of lilac in his vision, Maksim made a deduction.
“How could I forget the deafening shout of Miss Tasabara?”
Surprised he could actually hear himself think over the deafening shout, Maksim paused for a moment, just checking to hear if anything of interest was being announced.
"Know this, you only live once!”
Nope. He already knew there would be positively nothing of interest in this pep talk. Other than, of course, watching the fuzzy purple form sway through his vision; which apparently was enough to keep Maksim’s attention. Thinking up ways to replicate the shapes he was seeing with clay was enough to block out the sound, the boy had a talent for this, really. Eventually, the purple descended, and something a bit less poignant rose.
“Silver...Silver... Perhaps... The swordsmen? Yes.”
Interest in sound dropped even further, and eventually, so did what little sight Maksim could make out. Making his way back down the barely memorized path to the creative sanctuary, Maksim could heard what he could only assume would have been an ‘under the breath’ comment, if only the SCP knew how to accomplish whispering.
"Hello, Miss Tasabara. Did I miss an act of compliance?"
He turned towards what he could only assume was the girl’s face, perhaps a few inches off in either direction. Hooded lids blocking any light to hit the deep blues, making his empty expression seem a bit more lifeless than even usual. Although he did intend to be joking, his delivery was... flat.
The school day was finally over, the halls were swarming with students making their way to their respective clubs and dorms. The lanky frame slowly made his way through the crowd, hugging the wall as a sort of guide to his destination; the destination being, as usual, the art room. Quite sure he was halfway there, Maksim's commute was interrupted. The obnoxious barking being drove into his ears like a jackhammer grabbed what little attention Maksim was willing to pay, turning towards the sound, he realized he was starring at a pair of long flesh colored sticks.
"Oh, legs. Right."
Who did the legs belong to though? Slowly scanning upward, discovering a large patch of lilac in his vision, Maksim made a deduction.
“How could I forget the deafening shout of Miss Tasabara?”
Surprised he could actually hear himself think over the deafening shout, Maksim paused for a moment, just checking to hear if anything of interest was being announced.
"Know this, you only live once!”
Nope. He already knew there would be positively nothing of interest in this pep talk. Other than, of course, watching the fuzzy purple form sway through his vision; which apparently was enough to keep Maksim’s attention. Thinking up ways to replicate the shapes he was seeing with clay was enough to block out the sound, the boy had a talent for this, really. Eventually, the purple descended, and something a bit less poignant rose.
“Silver...Silver... Perhaps... The swordsmen? Yes.”
Interest in sound dropped even further, and eventually, so did what little sight Maksim could make out. Making his way back down the barely memorized path to the creative sanctuary, Maksim could heard what he could only assume would have been an ‘under the breath’ comment, if only the SCP knew how to accomplish whispering.
"Hello, Miss Tasabara. Did I miss an act of compliance?"
He turned towards what he could only assume was the girl’s face, perhaps a few inches off in either direction. Hooded lids blocking any light to hit the deep blues, making his empty expression seem a bit more lifeless than even usual. Although he did intend to be joking, his delivery was... flat.
Ah, yes. The sports festival. I can see it now...
Maksim: Yes, go team. *soccer ball to the face* Oh, my nose.
Thinking up a post! Everybody is so descriptive so far, we have big footsteps to fill!
Maksim: Yes, go team. *soccer ball to the face* Oh, my nose.
Thinking up a post! Everybody is so descriptive so far, we have big footsteps to fill!
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