SamaraJayne96

Ouran Host Club. A New Start (Now Accepting Customers!)

@LyricalLas
Of coarse!
Just be sure to mention that on the CS under Host requested

Room Number 405

@EurmalEye
I really like the character, however, the biography requirement is three paragraphs :/
I did notice it said WIP. Could you let me know when the CS is completed?

Ouran Host Club. A New Start (Now Accepting Customers!)

Should I write a response?
Or wait for the other two to make their introductory posts?

Ouran Host Club. A New Start (Now Accepting Customers!)

@SamaraJayne96 also wouldn't it be spring if it's the start of a new year? I've done it as spring in my post but you put Autumn in yours

@Kreutzer

Oops!
I will fix it.

Ouran Host Club. A New Start (Now Accepting Customers!)

@Polaris North
Oops! That was a typo, il fix it.
And sure! If you can keep up, feel free to create a CS

Room Number 405

@AdmrlStalfos19
Thatd be great :)

Room Number 405

I think we need at least one or two more male characters before we begin...
Idk what do you guys think?

Ouran Host Club. A New Start (Now Accepting Customers!)

Posted! :)
The thread can now officially begin.
Hopefully we will get some customers... in the mean time however, we can use the first day to meet and introduce one another.
Also, we could go on field trips and such.

Again, if anyone ever has any ideas throughout the RP I encourage them to bring it up so we can discuss it on the OCC Tab :)

Ouran Host Club. A New Start (Now Accepting Customers!)

Ouran High School Host Club!

A New Start

It wasn't too long ago that the Host Club at Ouran Academy had come to fruition. The club founder, Tamaki Suo had already graduated along with the other original Hosts. The demand for the organization to carry on its legacy was outstanding. Former customers had told younger students about the handsome boys, the fine dining experience, and the scandalously delicious situations that would happen on a day to day basis. This caused Tamaki to seek out a successor so that the Host Club could carry on its reputation even though he would no longer be apart of it. There would be a slight change in plan however. Hiding Haruhi's true identity had been such a hassle in the past. She was secretly a female portraying a male Host member. To make sure this problem did not arise again in the future, Tamaki changed the rules from MALE club members serving FEMALE clients, to simply all members serving all clients. From now on, the club would not discriminate against something as unimportant as gender.

His successor demonstrated the new situation perfectly. The new leader of the Host Club was none other than a third year who had been attending Ouran Academy all her life. She did not believe in the social constructs that society had divided amongst men and women.

A few years back..

"Zu-Zu Senpai! Hang on a second!"
Tamaki shouted as he pushed his way through a crowd of students clamoring to their next class.

The red head turned, eyes wide as she heard her name. Her lips curled up into an amused smile as she watched Tamaki trip over a textbook someone had dropped. This did not seem to phase him, he was a man on a mission. Not even taking the time to stand, he half crawled/half ran over to where Azura Lunarie had been standing.

"Um... Hello Senpai."
Azura giggled while attempting to cover her smile. She watched Tamaki take deep, heavy breaths all while holding his knees as he attempted to stand.
"Did you have a nice trip?"

As if he hadn't heard her comment, the dashing blonde completely ignored the remark and in no time was standing tall. Proud even. He straightened his tie and took a moment to make sure his hair was in order. Then, quick as you could blink, his hands were on either of her shoulders as he made eye contact.

"Zu-Zu Senpai! I'm graduating in a few months!"
Tamaki told her with a seriously grim expression.

Azura tilted her head to the side with her eyebrows raised. Throwing her arms out, she made an invisible banner with her hands to demonstrate a headline.
"Wow! Newsflash!" She chuckled, returning Tamaki's gaze.

"This is serious!:
Tamaki snapped, his expression never faltering.
"All the Host members will be graduating, or have graduated!"

This was true, due to the fact that the younger members; Haruhi, Hikaru, and Kauru, had all skipped ahead a year due to their phenomenal grades.

Azura's face twisted in confusion as she took a moment to process what he was saying.
"So what do you want me to do about it?"

Tamaki shook his head with an exasperated sigh. As if she should know immediately where he was going with this conversation. He took a moment to pose so that sparkles magically appeared all around his form. He leaned forward excitedly presenting a short list of student names. A few Azura recognized.
Names of the new future Hosts.

"I need you to carry on my legacy!" He sang.
"The Host Club will not die with me! I refuse!"

Present

It was now the beginning of a new year. A new era.
Spring had come, meaning that all the students of Ouran Academy were now heading back to their dorm rooms in Japan to begin their new semester.
That also meant that the second generation of Host Club members were about to begin their new adventure.

Rules:
-Please meet the minimum post length required for this level. (Minimum 3 paragraphs)
-Please be able to post at least once every other day. (Exempt if you have a good reason)
-No taking control of other characters.
-This is 18+ so cussing and perversion is allowed. (To an extent, to take it further please PM each other.)
-Please provide drama, romance, intrigue, etc. Lets make this fun :)

Ouran Host Club. A New Start (Now Accepting Customers!)

Azura Lunarie

**RIIIIIINNNGGGG RIIINGGGGGG**

Azura leapt in her seat, surprised as the loud bell sounded about the academy. Academic classes for the first day of the school year have officially ended, it was now time for the students to attend extra curricular club meetings.

While everyone in class 2-A rushed to their next period, Azura took her time gathering her school supplies and placing them in her messenger bag. Unusual for her, since last year she would half-hazardly throw her textbooks and pencils into the satchel and be the first one out of class.
No, today she was nervous. Today she had to attend and officiate her first meeting as Ouran Academy's Host Club president. Normally this would not be a challenge for her due to her outstanding social skills. But as she stood up, butterflies fluttered inside her stomach causing her to squeeze her eyes shut and take deep breaths. She hadn't really been the same person since James had passed. Azura used to be fiery, passionate. Ever since her traumatic experience she felt like she had been walking on eggshells. Well... at least for this persona. Other times she felt so angry. Angry at herself, angry at the world; that she would completely change from mild mannered sweet and innocent, to furious and hard headed.

"I can do this." She said to the empty room.
"I already lasted the entire school day so far... Besides, Tamaki-Senpai put his trust in me."

Nodding her head with new found determination, Azura slung her tan suede bag over her shoulder and strolled into the hallway with her head held high. Passing a few doors she made a right and entered the third floor girls locker room.

She found her assigned locker, number 103, and spun the lock to enter her combination. Once the metallic door glided open, she quickly tore off her uniform and replaced it with her casual attire. Making sure to keep up the brisk pace so she was not late for the club meeting.

By the time she had finished getting dressed she had five minutes to spare. With one glance in the mirror she assessed that her appearance was satisfactory. Her long red hair hung in loose waves, ending just below her chest. Her emerald green eyes seemed more pronounced with her choice of natural brown eye liner. Her lips shone with the carmex chapstique she put on after lunch. She wore a simple long sleeved, black v-neck paired with light grey skinny jeans and converse high tops.

Usually for such a special occasion she would dress up more. Wear a suit or maybe even a skirt. But with her state of mind, and her emotions running so rampant, she decided comfortable attire was the best way. The more comfortable she was, the less likely she was to have a mental breakdown due to all the stress.

"You didn't hear about her?"

Azura froze, her ears perking up as she overheard the whispered conversation coming from a few feet away from her. Two students, both in her grade, were looking in her direction and speaking behind their hands. This muffled the sound and she could only just hear the last bit of their conversation.

"Yeah, suicide... It was quite tragic."

Azura's eyes widened. Her heart rate increased and tears threatened to stream down her face. She gritted her teeth and fought back the wail that was building in her throat. It was hard to do... feeling as if a physical knot was obstructing her airway.

"No!" she thought, angry at her raw emotions.
"Not here. You've got to keep going. You're better than this.

Talking to herself is one of the crazy habits she picked up after her mental breakdown...
Some would say she had gone crazy, her personality splitting off into two different characters. However, in her opinion, it was the only reason she was not locked away in an asylum right now. Zura felt her other persona start to rise up. Causing the poor girl to want to scream or even harm the gossiping students that stood in front of her.
It was tempting. But shy Zu-Zu ended up winning the battle that had raged in her mind by looking for anything to deter her from the present situation.

She succeeded by rifling through her bag and pulling out her Ipod. Azura placed her purple headphones atop her head and turned her device as loud as it could go. She then swung her bag once more over her shoulder and exited the locker room before walking down the hall towards Music Room 3.

Once arriving, she observed the beautiful, ornate double doors before her. They were pale pink in color and we're obviously made out of an expensive wood. The handles were real gold as well no doubt. In attempt to overcome her last bit of nerves, Azura reached into her bag presenting one of her many vices... Chocolate pocky. She took the sweet between her teeth and chewed, letting the flavorful taste calm her. Closing her eyes, she took a final deep breath and turned the handle.

"Kiss! Kiss! Fall in love!" She sang along with her iPod as she entered the room.