Lemons

Medieval Kingdom Role Play (Positions in the Same Kingdom)

This sounds pretty cool. Count me in if you make it!

Slice-of-life High School

Well then. Sakaki had spent the past hour or so searching for that little piece of paper in the classroom and had found nothing. Having inquired about it to a classmate, she learned that it had flown out the door, and now she roamed the halls, searching for anywhere it might be or anyone that may have taken it. Passing by a random classroom and looking in, her eyes instantly zeroed in on a boy who now stood talking to a group of others. In his hand was that same sheet of paper, a sketch visible on it. Surreptitiously sliding the door open, she floated in silently, coming up behind the boy and reaching for the paper. Just three or four more steps...

The girl that had been bullied that morning suddenly shouted, startling Sakaki. She stumbled back a pace, and the illusion of invisibility was broken. Instead, she simply walked up to the boy and looked down at his frail face. "I am Sakaki Kimura. I believe you have something that belongs to me."

With that, she gripped the piece of paper and tore it out of the boys hands. Disaster. Complete and utter disaster. Why did I not act more tactfully? Now everyone in this entire ROOM knows that I draw this stuff. My life is over. Over. Glaring piercingly around the room, she headed for the door.

Harmonica - (Fantasy Based RP)

Gavin glanced down at his hand in surprise. "Oh, haha. Sorry about that, it happens sometimes. So, why I was chasing him..." His hand went to his chin, which he rubbed thoughtfully before shrugging. "Well, I didn't really have anything better to do, I was curious as to WHY he was running in the first place, and I needed to get out of there myself. And just to let you know, I have a name. You know, like most people? I don't appreciate being simply known as boy regardless of my age, girl. My name is Gavin and I wish to be addressed as such." His eyes narrowed as the silvery knife melted back down, crawling up his arm and solidifying itself firmly in place as a bracelet once more.

"Now, my question. Why are you so interested? You don't ask someone if they were attacking somebody simply because they bump you on the way to a train. What's your investment in this situation?"

Slice-of-life High School

Haru's eyes dropped. "Oh, I-I thought you were a third year. I'm a first year, so I don't know anyone yet...I'm sorry." He seemed to deflate, sighing, when another boy came to the table, this time a strange foreigner with the strangest-coloured hair Haru had ever seen. He looked much older, and Haru was positive he was a senior. Perking up a bit more, he gratefully accepted the apple before tiptoing over to the guy and tapping his shoulder.

"Um, Senpai...Do you recognize the name Kimura Sakaki?" He pointed to the name on the drawing once again. "I found this, and I wanted to give it back to her. Do you, by any chance, know her? I would be very grateful if you could tell me." He crunched into the apple, chewing idly and swallowing as he waited for an answer. Seeing an empty seat, he sat down in the desk next to Hotaru, smiling at her.

Slice-of-life High School

Sakaki is going to be very upset in the near future if the school finds out about her little manga hobby. Her fate lies with Tanaka! Woo!

Slice-of-life High School

Haru walked into the classroom and, surprise surprise, saw an older boy there, most likely a third year, talking to Hotaru. He clenched his hand around the manga he found in the hallway and walked slowly and carefully up to him, bowing at each in turn:

"Hello, Hotaru-san. Hello, Senpai. I've actually been wanting to ask something, if that's alright." Not waiting for a response, he placed the piece of paper on the desk, pointing his finger at the name in the top-right corner. "Do you know who Kimura Sakaki is? I found this in the hallway and I'm pretty sure it belongs to her. I wanted to return it, so I was hoping you could point me in the right direction."

His stomach grumbled loudly and he sighed. Even though he had long gotten used to not eating during lunch, only studying, that didn't mean he had to like it!

Harmonica - (Fantasy Based RP)

Gavin jerked his head up in surprise, staring at the belligerent young woman in front of him. His eyebrows funneled into an confused line. "It was an accident. I don't see why you have to make such a big deal of it. Did I break a bone or something?"

His agitation reflected almost unconsciously on his wrist, the metal pooling into a single piece and slithering down into his hand, where it formed itself into an intricate knife. He held it loosely, letting it relax him somewhat as he looked up at her. "Although, if you really want to consider it a problem, I wanted to get a seat on the train. I don't particularly enjoy standing in crowds, so I got here as fast as I could. That's it." He frowned. "Hang on, I feel like I recognize you from somewhere. Have we met?" His thoughts instantly jumped back to what he was doing before and he sighed.

"See, I was chasing this boy. I wanted to see why he was running, y'know? But he got on the Sabore train, so I never did get to talk to him. What about you? You talk to a blonde kid with blue eyes and a bandana around his face?"

Slice-of-life High School

Morning!

Harmonica - (Fantasy Based RP)

Gavin sighed as the boy doubled back around and headed for the Holotrains. He wouldn't be getting any answers today. With any luck, he'd see the boy again.

So, Ellexkir. Absolutely not. Not in a thousand years. Gavin was never the most, how to say it, intelligent boy. In fact, most argued that he was downright stupid. So the thought of being trapped in a district with a large quantity of intelligent people would make him feel not only inadequate, but also so very bored. Sabore was a bit more promising, but persistence was never Gavin's strong suit. He would constantly dart from one thing to another if he didn't feel like doing any particular thing anymore. No doubt he would be outcasted and shunned. He sighed. That left Ignori. Eccentricity he could do. He chuckled to himself and ran for the Ignori train, accidentally bumping into an older girl on the way.

"Sorry!" he called, sliding onto the train. The crowd was massive. By some miracle, he managed to find a seat instead of being one of those poor saps who had to stand for the ride.

Slice-of-life High School

Second period was a strange thing, Sakaki reflected. One would expect the most people to be asleep in first period, just after waking up, but no, second period seemed to be the sleep capitol. Odd, she thought idly, but it has nothing to do with me.

Hearing an irritating scratching sound from her right, Sakaki swiveled in her seat. Of course, it's Alexi. She was pretty much the closest thing to a friend she had, but even then, she was more of a...somewhat tolerable acquaintance. Yes, that sounded about right. The scratching sound was a pencil moving across a page in the classroom, sketching out the form of a bird of some sort. Sakaki dropped her head to the desk once again, sighing softly. Where had that drawing gone? She had left it right there, and then poof! Gone. Everyone on campus was probably going to see it and laugh at her.

Reluctantly picking up her head, she turned once again towards Alexi. That annoying scratching sound was accelerating. It looked like the drawing was almost done.
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Haru smiled as the girl gave him back the book and introduced herself. He chuckled a little and rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry I was staring at you, I tend to do that to new people I meet. Don't take it personally, 'kay?"'

Walking out into the hallway, he carefully threaded his way through the crowds to second period. He was so close...SO CLOSE...when he was surprised by a piece of paper blowing against his face, sticking there from the aggressive wind that seemed to be threading through the windows from further down the hall. Gingerly plucking it away from his head, he looked down at it and smiled appreciatively. It was a nearly-finished manga sketch. Haru had read a few mangas in his spare time, so he recognized that it was pretty good. "Wonder who made it...?" he mused to himself, scanning the paper. It was very small, but in the top-right corner, he found the words "Kimura Sakaki" in very prim, proper print. Happy that he had finally gotten a lead, he decided to ask a third-year about it as soon as he could. Whistling merrily, he proceeded through the halls.