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If ever there was any doubt in Mila's mind about her grand plan of inviting Hana along to the festivities, they were swept away like dirt from a broom when Hana said she was having fun. Fun was a good start. Fun led to wanting to go to more places with people which, in turn, led to friends and the like. The contented blonde took another bite of her pizza, still piping hot and baked to a meaty, cheesy, saucy perfection that it was impossible for her to stop with just that bite and promptly took another, savoring the flavor, the taste, the everything. Was there anything better than pizza? If there was, Mila would like to meet it. She was about to crack into her drink when Hana lightly pulled at her wrist and they were on their way closer to the stage.

It was fortunate for Mila that she had managed to swallow her bites; had she not then when Hana grabbed Mila's wrist, Mila might well have choked or had the sausage delight go down the wrong tube. Mila blinked as she was pulled along, willingly her steps trailed beside Hana. Her eyes flitted, darted, swirled about. It was nothing, the touch to the wrist, quick and effortless, a gesture shared between friends, and yet Mila was thinking about it. About if she could ever be bold enough to touch someone's wrist - about why she was thinking so hard about it. She knew Hana was having fun, was expressing her desire to get closer, to mingle with the crowd, but for Mila the only thing that mattered to her was the fact that...hands sure were soft. In the best possible way. She spent so much time around rocks and old textbooks that sometimes she forgot these things.

What she did know, though, was that seeing Hana smiling at the suggestion of going closer in turn made Mila smile - though hers was a shade dimmer thanks to her mind racing at a thousand thoughts a minute.

The scream of a woman and the faint rumbling of a distant explosion capped off by the rising of smoke into the night sky snapped Mila from her confused reverie. When beige-clad...beings descended on the crowd around the concert stage, Mila's pizza dropped from her hands, the plate splattering to the ground and the pizza immediately getting trampled to the dirt by people desperately fleeing from the commotion. Mila's first instinct was simple enough. As Hana had before her, Mila grabbed for Hana's wrist not to pull her towards but to try and pivot so Hana was placed behind Mila. "Hana, RUN!" The safety of her friend was more important right now.

Mila watched in horror as someone close to her was scooped off the ground and thrown aside like garbage. She shook her head at the thought. Not garbage. That was a person. The head shake turned to a full body shake. That was a person. A person was tossed aside. A person made a heavy thud as they were thrown away. And there were more people being approached by the strange beige figures.

Instinctively, Mila started moving side to side, the fundamentals of her capoeira training. As one of the beige men lunged at her, she performed a rolê, narrowly avoiding the lance. "Didn't you losers get the memo? Halloween is in October!" Mila taunted as she performed a second rolê to the other side, avoiding a second attack. The third time she wasn't as lucky as one of the attackers was quick-witted enough to not go for an overhead lunge but a sweep.

Mila found herself landing with a thud on the ground, unsure if the wet feeling on her back was blood, water, or... "...I think I landed on my pizza..." Mila groaned out just as she was, quite literally, kicked while she was down. Spittle with a little fleck of blood coughed up from her as she rolled on the ground, rolling onto her side. She wasn't quite ready to just ball up and take the hits, but the wind was certainly knocked out of her. If she'd had a pain like this before she hadn't remembered it. Not a physical one anyway.

"Come on, Mila...get up...get up..." But for the moment, no matter how much she said it, her body was refusing to cooperate.

mahou shoujo

I wanna be a magical girl

Delbrook Academy: Senior Year [ FULL ]

What Are You Listening To?

「 Persona: Reflections 」

For some reason, Hoshiko felt responsible for everything.

Well, not the dead body, that wasn't any of their fault. But Hoshiko, in a rare display of silence within the group, spent the trip to the police station with her head down and her mouth closed tight. She couldn't even bring herself to look towards any others in the cruiser with her, and she knew if she looked at Shirasawa-senpai at any point then Hoshiko probably would've felt even more guilty than she was presently. She didn't mean to say 'Shirasawa did it', she meant to say that Shirasawa found the body! Like those old games people played a couple years ago, only without any of the fun arguing between friends. How could she apologize adequately? Hoshiko had never really been part of a group this big and she was already clearly making a strong case to be excluded from future hangouts.

The silence continued from Hoshiko even as she was brought into a room by herself and sat opposite Miss Saitou. It wasn't until Miss Saitou clapped her hands in front of Hoshiko's face that the first year finally looked up and blinked like she had been woken up from a deep, comatose slumber. "Huh? What? S..Sorry." Hoshiko shook her head but her smile was gone for the moment. She was still stuck in the feeling of deep apology.

"Ebina...that's not the most common family name. Any-"

Hoshiko knew what was coming. It was asked more than she'd like to admit. "Yes, Ebina Habiki is my brother. We're...not close."

"Who's Ebina Habiki?"

Hoshiko paused, blinking, an awkward chuckle escaping her mouth. "Oh uh..well...he's...an actor...right now he's...well...it doesn't matter, you must not be a fan of his. You'd probably think he's handsome, so many other women your age do."

"How old do you think I am?"

"Oh it's fine, my brother is twenty three, he's totally -"

"Best you don't finish that sentence. I was going to ask if there was any sane reason why you decided to put your hands on a dead body."

Hoshiko knew the question was coming but there wasn't really an answer that could be considered good even as she was thinking of one the entire time. How could someone really justify every action they took? Sometimes people just did things because their bodies moved without thinking. That was human nature. "I...well...in police dramas they look through the body to find identification. I wanted to know who it was. And I wanted to know if he was...you know...really dead. He could've just been really, really drunk or something. It's not...it's not illegal to touch a corpse is it?"

"Actually yes. Destruction of evidence if you took something or willingly damaged it. Fortunately you didn't do that, you were just stupid."

"That's...that's kind of mean."

"You were just being stupid. Is that better?"

"Not...really."

"Why did you say Shirasawa-san did it? Isn't she your friend?"

This was the other question Hoshiko expected to be asked of her and this one at least she had a more prepared statement for. "I didn't mean that she killed the guy! I meant she found his body. It was just...I panicked. I freaked out! I...I don't think they're gonna wanna hang out with me anymore." Hoshiko slumped in the chair, again pointing her head downwards as she sighed. "I'm sorry for touching the body. It's my fault they're here so you can let them go. They didn't do anything."

"It doesn't work that way Ebina-san. But I do have more questions for you..."

When Hoshiko's interrogation was finished, she was brought back to the waiting room she almost dropped down to her knees in apology, but instead simply stood by the door and looked at everyone whose day she had made somehow worse - and given they were going to study that was a monumental feat. "I...I'm sorry. I'm really...really sorry. When we get out of here I'll go home and I won't bother you guys again."

Hoshiko took her seat and awaited judgment, saying nothing else on the matter. When everyone was free to go, Hoshiko thrust her hands into her pockets and walked with her head down. When the talk of getting food still was broached, Hoshiko took that as a sign. "You guys...enjoy it. I'm gonna go home. Sorry...sorry again...for ruining the day." A final apology as Hoshiko finally ran out of something to say.

She didn't leave the group but she wasn't moving in any hurry to do so either. She was just...moping.

Rangers

_{interacting with: @Akayaofthemoon}

At first, Mila wasn't planning on going.

When it came to the holidays, Mila Doehring's relationship with them were complicated to say the least. The last Christmas was spent in the lobby of student housing just because nowhere else was open long enough to spend more than an hour or so inside; she could've bitten the bullet and made an attempt to go see her parents, her family, but she made a promise and she was going to stick to it even if that meant spending a Christmas bouncing between reading about an ancient civilization and humming along to Here Comes Santa Claus. This Christmas, at least, she managed to spend with people at a little party hosted by her favorite teacher at the University. But that was Christmas and now it was New Years Eve and that meant a festival and with a festival meant people celebrating another year gone and another year to come. She didn't go to the festival last year with the excuse of having an excessive amount of homework. She had, of course, been lying, she always made sure her homework was finished at a reasonable enough time. She just didn't want to go. And she almost didn't go this year. But then she went to a cafe.

Going to a cafe was nothing special, Mila went regularly enough when she wanted a change of pace from the library. Normally she would think little of it, except on this particular trip she noticed one of the employees was new and seemed to be a bit in over her head. Mila could empathize, there was a time when Mila didn't know anyone and had a hard time breaking that ice. It might have been an assumption on her part, but that didn't stop her from asking if the employee was new to Angel Grove, and it wasn't long after that that Mila had met Hana Song.

It was Mila who invtied Hana to the festival believing that it would be a good way to end the year without having to worry about if a party was with the right crowd or not. Free music, food from trucks, attractions, what wasn't to like? And if Mila had her way, by the end of the night Hana would have expanded her circle of friends. Just because Mila often chose reading and history over dates and hanging out didn't mean she wasn't still a social butterfly when it mattered. What Mila didn't want to do was force Hana into an uncomfortable situation. Yes, the blonde wanted her friend - associate, whatever the term - to meet more people, to find her voice so the speak, but it was important that it be on Hana's own terms, not on Mila's. As long as it took.

"Keep the change. Happy New Year." Mila paid for a slice of sausage pizza and two canned beverages. One she popped open and took a sip from, the other wasn't for her. The other she offered to Hana. "I probably should've asked if you wanted anything, but I wasn't thinking. Still, it's yours if you want it." Mila took a bite of pizza and her expression could only be described as...intense. Her eyes closed, she sighed deeply, and she savored the bite. What was it about festival food that made it taste better? The perfectly melted cheese, the slightly spiced sausage, the warm sauce holding it all together...Mila couldn't help herself and took a second bite as her ears pricked up from the sound of a police siren whizzing past in the distance.

"Probably some drunken brawls or something." Mila shrugged. It was that time of the year. Plus big gatherings of people always had a tendency to have a few rowdy jerks making things worse for everyone. Mila didn't want to focus on sirens, she wanted to focus on music, on the live performances going on. Some bands were clearly better than others but that didn't matter given the atmosphere of it all. "Do you want to get closer to the stage? Wait, better question: how are you doing? Having fun, right? I told you it wouldn't be so bad." If nothing else, Mila hoped Hana would come away from the night not regretting being there.

Rangers

Green Ranger

_{Mila Doehring / Doe / 22 / Green Crystal Ranger / 3CB371 / Alicia Schmidt}

A P P E A R A N C E

At a glance it is easy to dismiss Mila as little more than a ditzy blonde and many have made that judgment call to their great loss. It's no secret that Mila has an impressive figure, standing at an above average 5'10" and that's without the benefit of heels, Mila used to have a bit of a complex about her height back in the elementary school days when she was taller than most of the other girls though in hindsight a lot of it stemmed from her own weird misgivings that she believed herself to be weird just because most kids her age needed to use a stepladder to reach the top shelf. Despite her interests seeming to skew towards a field where appearance is secondary, Mila nevertheless takes a certain amount of pride in making sure she looks presentable in most situations, be that regular trips to a stylist or ensuring her makeup looks good, she doesn't do herself any favors when it comes to shedding the ditzy blonde stereotype that hovers over her like a cloud.

Apart from the cosmetic side and her height, Mila's weight and figure and her care for both are clear. She isn't someone who meticulously counts carbs or the like thanks to her unusually high metabolism, but she does have a regular fitness routine that is mostly centered around cardio and stamina, and that's before getting into her background which only worked in tandem to help sculpt her physique. Mila has tight abs and definition to her arms and legs, but not to the point where she comes off as an amazonian or something to that effect. One of her friends, though, said Mila could at least pass for someone who could be a ring girl for combat sport; Mila took that to mean she could be a wrestler and no one corrected her. She tends to be joking when she says it, or so people hope, but she has claimed that she would literally die if she had short hair which is why she keeps it long even with the extra maintenance it requires. The only thing she wishes is that it got cold enough to need wool hats because she figures she'd look cute in a warm hat like that.

S T Y L E

Mila likes to strike a clear balance between comfort and fashion which ultimately leads to her striking common ground between function and form. While she doesn't have a closet full of designer dresses or accessories (not that she doesn't have those, of course) she does have her share of seasonal stylings that take up space in the closet. On a typical day, given the warm climate of Angel Grove, Mila is often wearing shirts that don't quite cover to her navel with jeans or shorts to match, unless she's at the gym where she swaps the shirt for a sports bra nad the jeans for capri leggings. Mila can wear and walk in heels but she'd rather take sneakers any day of the week. Heels are for dates. Not for day to day life.

Mila's favorite accessory are her sunglasses, which she also likes to push down to the bridge of her nose so her piercing blue eyes can get a better look at something or flutter her eye lashes for whatever purpose that might serve. She doesn't always wear them, but she does always wear a bracelet on her wrist for seemingly no other purpose than sentimental value. She doesn't quite have a preferred color to her clothing, but her favorite pair of jeans are a powder blue.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

• Ebullient - Mila has never had a bad day in her life - or rather she's never let a bad day bring her down. She likes to smile, she likes to see the positive side of things. She isn't naive enough to think that everything is always sunshine and rainbows and that problems don't exist, but rather when faced with a problem or something that brings her down she wants to do everything she can to turn it around and find the silver lining.
• Emotional - On the other side of her ebullient self is the fact that Mila can be a creature of emotion, be it to crying at movies or bottling up the negativity to the point where letting it out in loud form is inevitable, Mila sometimes thinks more with her heart than she does with her head.
• Perceptive - Nothing seems to get past Mila's bullshit detector. She isn't a psychologist or the like but she interacts with people on such a regular basis that she likes to think she's pretty good at knowing when someone is lying to her or hiding something. This also extends beyond people, if she comes across a disorderly room, for example, she will do her absolute best to piece together what happened just from what is missing or out of place. In other words, she has an eye for details.

F A C T S

• Mila has trained in capoeira having initially thought it looked like a fun dance. She was wrong, of course, but she fell in love with how it looked like a dance. It's kept her rather flexible and swift as well as given her means to defend herself if the need ever did arise. She believes that everyone should know basics to defend themselves just in case though obviously doesn't expect everyone to become martial arts masters.
• She has an incredible interest in archeology stemming from her love of certain movies and stories told to her as a kid. She's attending Angel Grove University with an intent to become an archeologist or anthropologist, or whatever will let her explore dig sites and the like. Her interest in archeology aside, Mila is also quite well versed in history.
• Mila doesn't have a good relationship with her family, as a teen she 'rebelled' by going goth for a few years before ultimately realizing the best way to deal with it was to just leave them and start fresh. She did that by moving to Angel Grove and changing her name to Doehring. The idea of a supporting family is important to her, but it's just an idea for now.

R A N G E R

Why is Mila a good fit with the Rangers? Mila's high spirited self would provide the optimism and never-give-up attitude that is essential in anyone facing overwhelming odds. Her ability to read people has convinced her that she knows what can keep a group together, making her invaluable in the sense that a strong glue keeps even the flimsiest of pieces together. Every team needs a heart, and Mila has enough of it to spare.

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Tristan

_{"Keep on looking if you're looking for unique, Cause I'm an Abercrombie lookin' ass bitch and I don't give a fuck"}

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_______________________________________ N A M E Tristan Hope Rogers ∞ Tris to most, especially her friends. Captain Rogers to the team and those who want to be funny. O N L I N E - N A M E S JusTris JusTris A G E 18 G E N D E R Female S E X U A L I T Y Open Bisexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Los Angeles, California C U R R E N T R E S I D E N C E Long Beach, California E T H N I C I T Y Caucasian. Probably some European in there somewhere. _______________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'11" Weight: 119 lbs Hair: A lighter brown than her brother. She prefers it long though puts it in a tiht bun come game time. Eyes: Brown Body Type: Tall, Athletic, Lean. She has defined musculature on her arms and thighs though hers is more lithe and fit rather than bulked like her brother. Body Marks: A scar on her right shoulder blade. Has broken a finger. _______________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single. Not by choice. F A M I L Y Family Relation: ∞ Sawyer Rogers, Father ∞ Dawn Rogers, Mother ∞ Tyler Rogers, Brother. He's older by three minutes. P E T S They have an Akita named Chopper. Technically gifted to Tyler (he did name Chopper, after all) but it's clear who Chopper prefers H O M E S W E E T H O M E ∞ "Our house is inches away from the beach. Needless to say that makes some people very jealous of us. Not to mention the fact that our parents let them get high for free." _______________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Wuxia and martial arts movies ✔ House special fried rice from an authentic Chinese place, especially with extra shrimp ✔ Olives, she'll sometimes just eat them from the can. Black only of course, green are bad. ✔ Going to the park with Chopper ✔ Ice cream, specifically praline and cream ✔ Vanilla scented candles ✔ Escape rooms, they were fun the couple times she did it ✔ Singing in the shower...or karaoke ✔ Air hockey, which is objectively better than foosball D I S L I K E S ✘ Sunbathing and those who think it's a leisure activity ✘ Hackey sack, her dad still does it every so often and it sucks ✘ Insects that are bigger than a fly, who needs 'em. ✘ Talking on the phone when texting is faster and better, who does that anyway? ✘ Netflix and their constant price increases ✘ Opera, it's so fucking boring listening to people sing instead of act ✘ Tea, especially chai ✘ Mimes...freaky fuckers. ✘ Eggplant, it's the worst vegetable there is ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Motivated φ Animal-Loving φ Competitive φ Athletic φ Modest φ Flexible φ Social φ Outgoing The spirit of competition is alive and well within the Rogers Siblings and when your brother is both 'older' but also pushed to succeed despite a history of dropping interests it's not a surprise that Tristan both feels like she has much more to prove and a drive to seei t done even when people tell her otherwise. There's nothing Tristan hates more than being told she can't do something. Between the two of them, Tristna is in several ways the responsible one; she walks Chopper and feeds him every day to the point where Chopper is happier to see her when she comes home. She'd like to cut loose and have fun, but the drive to break boundaries and prove people wrong and, yes, to keep her brother from doing something stupid has held her back in some ways. What makes Tristan different is that she doesn't need to have the spotlight on her, and often she would prefer otherwise. She does not like giving speeches in class and would just as soon spend a Friday night watching martial arts movies with a big bowl of popcorn and chop curled up next to her as she would going out and getting into trouble. Her dislike of public speaking doesn't translate to huddling with the team during a game, though, but that's considerably different than stammering over words when trying to explain the themes of The Grapes of Wrath - especially when you didn't finish the damn thing. Still, Tristan is a sore loser but she's not afraid to put herself out there. She came out as bisexual to her parents who really thought she had something more serious to say during a family meeting. They might not have thought much of it, but it helped Tristan realize that sometimes you just have to let people know who you are and if they reject you then that's on them. Granted, this hasn't helped her have a stable relationship but she at least asks people out. She's using this last year of high school to finally step out of the shadow of her brother she was blissfully living behind and becoming her own woman. She's already quieted many naysayers by taking the position of captain of the lacrosse team after her brother, the initial choice, turned it down. The sport might be male dominated but at Delbrook it's a co-ed team and to Tristan that only meant one thing: anything they can do, so can she. Don't let her appearance paint the wrong picture. She looks good off the field but she looks just as good getting sweaty and dirty in game. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Sawyer Rogers was once a rather decorated MMA star who was given little choice but to retire after a bad injury during which he got way into the herbal remedy side of things no doubt thanks to his rehab trainer turned wife Dawn. To many it's a romantic story, the hard as nails fighter mellowing into new age hippie parent who still wants his son to excel but for Tristan it's more of an eye rolling account of why her dad owns a rasta tam hat. Compared to Tyler, Tristan was not given as much pressure to be a 'somebody' but because Tristan is an unabashed daddy's girl, she picked up a few of his beliefs anyway. Sawyer is softer with Tristan not because of favoritism but because he didn't want to see his little girl get hurt. She had to convince him to let her try out for a co-ed team and even then the first time she was tackled to the dirt Sawyer was ready to pull her out. And go off on the ref. Would that she could be the dainty weed princess like her mom, but that was never going to happen so long as she was born three minutes after her fraternal twin. When Tyler showed an interest in Lacrosse, Tristan studied the rules and tried out as well. She kept up with him, never surpassing him, and settled into a role where her style of play - analyzing the situation, adapting, setting up - worked out well. In middle school the two of them were a bit of a menace, with Tristan doing what she could to get the ball to Tyler for him to score. Sure, he got the glory, but keen eyes and sharp minds knew it wasn't just Michael Jordan who won the Bulls those rings. Or whatever. Tristan doesn't see herself going into sports professionally because outside of high school she'd never really get the same celebrity treatment that the men do. People know Tom Brady but it's not like the average person knows Hailey Rhatigan. Her father always told her brother to be someone who matters and Tristan has started considering what she wants to do to be someone who matters. Her goals aren't as lofty as Harvard, but they are goals nonetheless. ____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O G R A D E Y E A R 12th grade G P A & A V E R A G E B+ Average F A V O R I T E C L A S S Women's Studies E L E C T I V E C L A S S E S Zoology, Women's Studies, Chinese (she wanted to watch kung fu movies without shitty dubs) E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R Lacrosse Team. Midfield, number 15. Captain. T R A N S P O R T A T I O N Gets a ride with her brother most times. P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N "I think I might want to do...something. I don't know. Maybe I'll go to veterinary school." ____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R - S C H O O L I N F O E M P L O Y M E N T Walking Chopper. Listening to her parents talk about their new strains or whatever. Being lacrosse captain and keeping Tyler's ego in check. F A V O R I T E P L A C E S ∞ Any park that allows dogs R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞ See Also: Employment ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Absolutely loves martial arts and wuxia movies. Has a not so secret crush on Tony Leung. Speaks conversational Chinese in that she can order from her favorite place well enough to get free shumai. T H E M E S O N G Drop Out Face Claim: Alina Zagitova | #8E35EF

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

Got into the Overwatch 2 beta

Push is the best game mode.

Delbrook Academy: Senior Year [ FULL ]

@Akayaofthemoon

okay i added them