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Haru smiled wanly at the girl. "Nah, just have it for the period. I don't really need it, I can go off my notes for this class."

He unobtrusively slide her his book, opening his binder and stacking together a sheaf of note paper, casually flipping through them as the teacher lectured the class about dividing trinomials. Looking back to his left, he studied the girl's face. Nothing too remarkable, altogether pretty typical. Breaking off of his studying, he yawned mightily, grumbling faintly about getting more sleep. Then suddenly, out of nowhere...

Ding ding ding ding...Ding ding ding ding

Second period. Haru heaved a sigh. "Finally..." He stood up and turned, leaning himself onto the girl's desk.

"So, what's your name?"

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Hey, Alexi is 3rd year, right? Perhaps we could have some interaction between her and Sakaki?

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Haru wheezed as he finally slouched through the school gates, quite late. The bus wasn't running, so he'd had to walk, and being kinda...not very strong, he was out of breath and exhausted from the short walk.

"Huff...huff...I...huff..really need to...huff...get a little bit more...huff...fit..."

He half-slouched, half-crawled to the classroom and dragged himself into my seat, still panting heavily. As he crumpled into his seat, he inhaled and exhaled a huge sigh, glancing to his side. Seeing a girl with short brown hair sitting next to him, he smiled weakly before looking up, straight into the irritated eyes of the teacher.

Oh boy, here we go.

After a thorough chewing out, he yanked the heavy mathematics textbook out of his bookbag, grunting at the effort. He began to listen to the teacher's lecture, idly spinning a pencil on his fingers at high speed.

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Grey said
IIRC membership is closed, not new CSs.

Ohhhhhhh, I gotcha.

Name: Haru Yamaguchi
Age: 15
Grade: 1st Year
Appearance:
The picture doesn't get it across, but he's lanky and very thin, with very skinny arms and legs.
Bio: Haru is quite possibly the most typical of all people. He lived a typical childhood, has typical friends, etc., etc. The major difference is that he's very, very smart. He gets incredibly good grades, and pretty much every teacher ever likes him, since he's so studious and, well, mild mannered. 'Course, since he spends so much time reading and studying, he rarely exercises, or even eats, so he's fairly weak, clumsy, and quite underweight, weighing in at approx. 52 kg (114 lbs.)

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Illusion said
I was talking about setting a limit for total. And go for it! We could use a teacher. :DBy the way, my character being a first year isn't really working out considering the only other first year hasn't really been on here for a while. Dx

I would make another character, but the character making is closed, right?

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Sakaki nodded once at the girl and made her way back to her classroom, ignoring the surprised looks of her teacher and classmates.. Sakaki was NEVER late. She hadn't been since a quarter of the way through first year, when she had gotten up late and her mother had decided a little "discipline" had been in order. Sitting down quietly at her corner desk, she picked up her bag to remove the relevant textbook and notebooks, not noticing as a little sheet of lined notepaper fluttered to the ground, a gust of wind from the window carrying it out the door just before the teacher slammed it shut. Upon it was drawn a single sketch. The teacher began her daily drone again, just as she had the year before, and Sakaki slumped down on her desk, deep in thought. She was startled out of this state as she heard the boy that sat next to her, Hideyoshi Yukio, whispered over, "Hey, Kimura! What was that in the hallway?"

Of course, she thought. Make one gesture of sympathy and people hassle you about it for the rest of your life. Turning her head so she was looking at him, she stared at him levelly, before whispering back, "She needed help. I gave it."

Turning her head downwards, she expected the conversation to end.

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The bell rang, and Sakaki finally allowed her eyes to shift away from the boy's. She spun around, her hair swirling behind her like a fan, and walked purposefully back into the school building. Walking through the hallways, she heard faint laughter, which gradually grew louder until she turned a corner and observed a decent-sized crowd of people surrounding a girl who sat on the ground, feverishly grasping for papers and books, some of which people in the crowd snatched away. She walked into sight range, and just like that...silence. A few, who she presumed to be first years, continued with their stupidity, but those who knew her, or even knew of her, instantly quieted and looked at her carefully. As she walked up, the first years awkwardly noticed the silence and air of general tension, and their eyes swiveled to face her as well. With the new, total silence, her shoes making a loud tap with every step. She stopped near the girl and looked down at her.

"Do you need help?"

A soft murmur spread through the crowds. Most of them had never seen her talk, bar answering in class, and very, very few had ever heard her ask somebody if they wanted help.

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I don't know if you all know this, but in Japan, the school system is slightly different than that of westernized countries. They don't five years of grade school, three of middle school, and four of high school. Instead, they take a year from high school and tack it onto grade school, meaning they have six years of grade school, three of middle, and only three of high school. Just FYI.

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The seconds ticked by as Sakaki waited patiently for the boy to respond, and she began to analyze his face, noting his spiked-up blonde hair and scarred lip, but more importantly, the look in his green eyes. Sakaki instantly knew that this was not a boy who was happy with his lot in life. In the corner of her mind, she wondered what had happened to him. Strange how people choose different paths as they beat through adversity... Her mind cast back to the few faint memories she had of the time before her father died, of bright colours, happy laughs, and long, coppery hair.

Suddenly, a strong wind kicked up, blowing her own hair out of her forehead and exposing the long, jagged scar that ran from her temple to her eyebrow. Staring intently at the boy's eyes, her own icy-blue ones glinted with rage. However, her face and, when she spoke, her voice, betrayed no sign of it. "I can see that you've been through troubles. Get over it. You're not the only one whose life isn't perfect."

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Now I edited mine, but the respond was to my original one, so I have to re-edit it. Haha, the trials and tribulations of role-playing.