Sachiko.
Oops, should have been clearer XD
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A Glimmerous Fop
STATUS: I'm back from my mini-Rp hiatus! Gonna go through the reams I missed and start getting back into it :) 9 yrs ago
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I'm back from my mini-Rp hiatus! Gonna go through the reams I missed and start getting back into it :)
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9 yrs ago
I'm on a hiatus atm due to work related issues. I'll be back and running next week.
9 yrs ago
Procrastination has appeared. It's the killer. Do not die.
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9 yrs ago
Now's not the time to be dead!
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10 yrs ago
T5 is the butts.
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Bio
22 y/o Welsh gal living it up in the big city with my SO and two beautiful cats. Hobbies include gaming, creative writing, baking and dank memes. Oh and RPing too I guess.
I can't say I've been with RPG for terribly long, but I hope you enjoy what my writing style has to offer. Cheers!
I can't say I've been with RPG for terribly long, but I hope you enjoy what my writing style has to offer. Cheers!
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Leiko Hamada- Hamada Residence
Emerald green eyes fluttered awake to the sound of a shrill alarm clock, a girl's hand reaching out from the covers and slamming it shut with a distinct air of annoyance.
God, she hated Mondays.
Leiko Hamada rose out of bed, stretching and clicking all her joints with a shudder. Well, at least she had gone back to forgetting about her dreams. The last one was just too creepy, even for her. With a loud yawn, Leiko moved on to the usual rituals of the morning.
Bathroom- brush teeth, shower. Check.
Breakfast- A steaming Miso Soup swimming with wakame seaweed and deep fried tofu. A delicious check.
Next was her uniform. She zipped her black uniform skirt into place, followed by solid black stockings that rode up to just to the hem of her skirt. A friend had told her that it helped make her legs look longer, so it was a personal touch that Leiko decided to keep. The stockings were followed by black leather shoes, and her white school collared shirt.
She roamed her expansive cupboard with a click of her tongue, her brow furrowed as her fingers skimmed past the school jacket. Personally, she found the thing hardly insulating on a cool Spring day. Ah, here it was.
She rose her arms up and pulled an apricot angora sweater over her head, the feeling of warmth and comfort immediately enveloping her body. Like most of her clothes, this sweater was customized to her size, so it felt snug in all the right places.
She left the school jacket and ribbon behind as she reached her vanity table and started the process of her preening. She picked up her straightening tongs, and ironed out every unruly strand of her naturally wavy auburn hair until it fell loose and tame on her shoulder. Tying it in a side ponytail out of the way, she added the finishing touches of her appearance; mascara, lip gloss, blush. Nothing overtly noticeable, but just enough to look presentable.
With a finishing spritz of her rosewater perfume, Leiko was set.
Living in the upper suburbs of Warakuma, Leiko didn't have anyone to walk to school with typically. Last year, she had a personal chauffeur to take her by car, but after she started to tip the scales a little too much for her liking, she preferred taking a brisk walk instead. Her parents had suggested for a chauffeur to walk with her instead, but Leiko took offense to that. She was not a princess in need of protection.
With her school bag slung over her shoulder, and a large wad of fliers tucked safely under her arm, Leiko walked to school with a notable bounce to her step. Today was the day that clubs started their recruitment pitches, and as the new club president of Drama Club, it was Leiko's duty to draw in some fresh blood. Too many seniors had left last year, leaving the club bereft of a handful of members. And that would simply not do.
As Leiko mulled over who she would approach first, she was a moment too slow to realise that a distracted brunette girl had just appeared from her blind spot and-
BAM!
Flyers scattered everywhere as Leiko reeled backwards, tripping over a crack in the ground until she fell into a rather unceremonious slump on the ground.
"Owww..." She gritted her teeth, the pain mild but the shock still prevalent as her eyes opened in horror at the flyers scattered around her. "Ahh! My flyers!"
Emerald green eyes fluttered awake to the sound of a shrill alarm clock, a girl's hand reaching out from the covers and slamming it shut with a distinct air of annoyance.
God, she hated Mondays.
Leiko Hamada rose out of bed, stretching and clicking all her joints with a shudder. Well, at least she had gone back to forgetting about her dreams. The last one was just too creepy, even for her. With a loud yawn, Leiko moved on to the usual rituals of the morning.
Bathroom- brush teeth, shower. Check.
Breakfast- A steaming Miso Soup swimming with wakame seaweed and deep fried tofu. A delicious check.
Next was her uniform. She zipped her black uniform skirt into place, followed by solid black stockings that rode up to just to the hem of her skirt. A friend had told her that it helped make her legs look longer, so it was a personal touch that Leiko decided to keep. The stockings were followed by black leather shoes, and her white school collared shirt.
She roamed her expansive cupboard with a click of her tongue, her brow furrowed as her fingers skimmed past the school jacket. Personally, she found the thing hardly insulating on a cool Spring day. Ah, here it was.
She rose her arms up and pulled an apricot angora sweater over her head, the feeling of warmth and comfort immediately enveloping her body. Like most of her clothes, this sweater was customized to her size, so it felt snug in all the right places.
She left the school jacket and ribbon behind as she reached her vanity table and started the process of her preening. She picked up her straightening tongs, and ironed out every unruly strand of her naturally wavy auburn hair until it fell loose and tame on her shoulder. Tying it in a side ponytail out of the way, she added the finishing touches of her appearance; mascara, lip gloss, blush. Nothing overtly noticeable, but just enough to look presentable.
With a finishing spritz of her rosewater perfume, Leiko was set.
Living in the upper suburbs of Warakuma, Leiko didn't have anyone to walk to school with typically. Last year, she had a personal chauffeur to take her by car, but after she started to tip the scales a little too much for her liking, she preferred taking a brisk walk instead. Her parents had suggested for a chauffeur to walk with her instead, but Leiko took offense to that. She was not a princess in need of protection.
With her school bag slung over her shoulder, and a large wad of fliers tucked safely under her arm, Leiko walked to school with a notable bounce to her step. Today was the day that clubs started their recruitment pitches, and as the new club president of Drama Club, it was Leiko's duty to draw in some fresh blood. Too many seniors had left last year, leaving the club bereft of a handful of members. And that would simply not do.
As Leiko mulled over who she would approach first, she was a moment too slow to realise that a distracted brunette girl had just appeared from her blind spot and-
BAM!
Flyers scattered everywhere as Leiko reeled backwards, tripping over a crack in the ground until she fell into a rather unceremonious slump on the ground.
"Owww..." She gritted her teeth, the pain mild but the shock still prevalent as her eyes opened in horror at the flyers scattered around her. "Ahh! My flyers!"
Leiko will intercept.
And woo! Finally done with bloody night shifts. Can work on a post now~
And woo! Finally done with bloody night shifts. Can work on a post now~
itano123 said
the issues of the privilegedby privileged i mean people who are able to actually play fighting games without the hands fucking up everything the brain tells them to do.
Omg this. I had to play P4A on Easy Mode I was so bad...
Ragequitters are the worst though.
Oh she'll find a way. Rumour mill and all that. If they're stupid enough to go swimming in the middle of a battlefield, they'll let something slip.
Little_ninja said
I don't mind you guys doing all that shipping reallyJust thought I should get in and be the "normal" person that tries to keep things ... calm?
Thank you based Ninja. We all need that guy in RP discussion. XD
Asa's going to facepalm so hard it'll be heard all over the Galbadian continent. And then she'll start taking names.
Lol no Lennon, that would be chaos. I know how you people's imagination's work.
Okok, break it up! Nothing to see here! Away from the shipping, back to the plot please!
I'll write some sort of angsty Asa post tomorrow when I've recovered from nights. And then she'll be angry. Mostly about the incompetency of the Galbadian army *flashbacks to pool party*
Okok, break it up! Nothing to see here! Away from the shipping, back to the plot please!
I'll write some sort of angsty Asa post tomorrow when I've recovered from nights. And then she'll be angry. Mostly about the incompetency of the Galbadian army *flashbacks to pool party*
And so Syrus became the RP's bicycle.
Time skip! ^o^
Yes another potential member! Now my plans for a lulzy school play will come to fruition!~
I'll post after I sleep off my night shift. :3
Yes another potential member! Now my plans for a lulzy school play will come to fruition!~
I'll post after I sleep off my night shift. :3
Oh my god that was the night shift that would never end.
I see my simple comment has caused shipping wars in the thread. Jericho vs Corvo: The Battle for Syrus's Heart. Will the mysterious, bishounen male with a death motif ensnare Syrus's affections? Or the intimidating, figure of power with a gruff exterior and an attitude to match be the one to come out 'on top'? Stay tuned next week!
I would never underestimate Eika's shipping magic. It's a force to be reckoned with.
I don't even know what to say about the Ace/Asa thing. It's scarier that you're probably serious. XD
I see my simple comment has caused shipping wars in the thread. Jericho vs Corvo: The Battle for Syrus's Heart. Will the mysterious, bishounen male with a death motif ensnare Syrus's affections? Or the intimidating, figure of power with a gruff exterior and an attitude to match be the one to come out 'on top'? Stay tuned next week!
I would never underestimate Eika's shipping magic. It's a force to be reckoned with.
I don't even know what to say about the Ace/Asa thing. It's scarier that you're probably serious. XD
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