Tag: your turn!

RP Starter

chroniclesoffireflies:

stickfingercorps:

“Akiyama, Kaede. Also class 1-C. Why do you ask, sensei?”

He beamed at them and clapped his hands together, “Nice! I guess I won’t have to teach you how to work this one, then? You’d be surprised how complicated some people make stargazing. And you’re both 1-C’s too!  That’s mighty convenient. My name is Mr. Chapman but you can call me Dave- oh wait. Never mind that would get us all in trouble: I guess Chapman-Sensei’s fine. What was I saying again?”

“You asked if we were-”

“Right, right sorry. I’m the newly assigned homeroom teacher for 1-C, that’s why I was interested. Speaking of which,” he looked down at his watch, “We should get to that class before I set a bad example with tardiness.”

He waved them to follow him out of the room as the five minute warning bell rang. Kaede dropped back so that Makoto could catch up and they followed him to the top of the stairs. Barely anyone was in the main hall at this point, and the upperclassmen had all dispersed to their homerooms, so the stairs were empty save the three of them. It was when Kaede and Makoto were on the third step from the top that it happened.

A crash sounded from around the corner behind them, and as Kaede turned to look, she saw a girl with long, dark hair and bright blue eyes run down the steps, bump into Makoto, and shove something (it looked like a leather bound notebook) into his hands before leaping down the steps: taking them two at a time.

Not a second after she hit the bottom landing, a messy haired blond boy skidded drom around the corner to the balcony at the top of the steps. He spotted the fleeing girl and yelled a foreign obscenity. in a single, sweeping, movement, he launched himself over the banister by using his hands as a fulcrum with which to swing the rest of his body over. He landed with less of a thud than was expected, and took off without barely any pause. In three running strides, he had caught up to the girl, and he tackled her to the ground.

Kaede cried out in shock and looked around for Mr. Chapman, but he had disappeared into his homeroom.

He stumbled back in surprise when the mysterious running girl had shoved the leather-bound journal shut into his arms. Not quite studying what the item was yet, he snapped his head back to top of the staircase where Makoto caught sight of a foreign-looking boy.

As this said boy launched himself over the banister, with wide eyes, Makoto couldn’t couldn’t take his eyes off of the boy, entranced by the boy’s gracefulness. Of course, the whole ‘wow-he’s-really-good’ moment ended in a flash once Makoto caught sight of the boy tackling the mystery girl to the ground. Wincing that how that had to hurt, Makoto forgot about getting a teacher for chasing the short distance after the chasing-running pair.

He slid to a stop at the scene of the two wrestling, the journal still nestled in his arms. “H-Hey! Stop it!” He exclaimed, panting slightly. “W-Why are you two fighting to begin with?!”

“Give it!” the Blonde growled at the girl, as soon as they went down.

He  sat on her back with his legs wrapped around hers, locking them under him and pulling one of her arms back as if to break it. She whipped her head back strategically, bashing him in the nose, hard. He winced but held firm. She turned to another strategy, then.

“Aiee! Get off of me, you pervert!” She cried out in a squeaky, high pitched voice, struggling against him to no avail, “I don’t even have it anymore!”

She heard the red haired boy’s call and turned to him as much as she could, in the other’s embrace “Oh run away you dear child! Can’t you see what a terrible brute he is? Run you clever boy- yach!”

The blonde shoved the girl away from him, popping her arm out of its socket, and stood. He turned to Makoto and strode over, deliberately. Blood trickled from his nose and the area around it had purpled already on his complexion. The flourescent light seemed to turn his green eyes to steel: metallic as the rings on his right ear. 

He completely ignored Kaede and instead walked up to Makoto, sretched out a hand, and spoke four, gruff, punctuated words.

“Give. Me. The. Book.”

RP Starter

chroniclesoffireflies:

stickfingercorps:

chroniclesoffireflies:

stickfingercorps:

This is a Shojo/Shonen role-play with my friend based around a group Japanese highschool students who, under the pushing of first year Ami Mori, form a very unique school club. Their club goal? Defend the weak and give them the tools to defend themselves: both physically and psychologically. If you experience a bullying problem or suffer from the area’s thugs and yankees: give them a buzz or tip off, and they will help you for free. When they aren’t too busy practice sparring, that is.

Note: Japan schools start a new year in the spring

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It was the first day of a new year. it was pouring. April did not spare the soggy masses of students as they squelched through the halls to find their homerooms. It was a happy day for some though: those who had been separated from their friends since break started. GIrls squealed and hugged each other while the guys stood around grunting amicably. Those who had been driven by chauffers were evident in the fact that their hair and clothes were dry, and, since few students drove/owned their own cars, these were easy to spot.

Kaede Akiyama leaned against the wall in the main hall, surveying the other newbies. There were a great many middleschools in the city, so many first years, especially merit and scholarship students, were starting out completely alone. Kaede was one of the latter, along with her friend Jikki who, as per usual, was late. 

Kaede sighed and looked around. Maybe it would be a good idea to get to know some other kids this year. After middleschool’s obnoxious social dickery, she was looking forward to a blank slate.

There was never such a thing called a blank slate.

Well, at least for him.

Ignoring the group of big kids cracking their knuckles and snickering at him, he stared up at the long lists of homerooms, obnoxiously bright red hair still dripping with water and with his bag slung over his shoulder. It was really too bad he was short, like 5’0”, especially since he basically was legally blind without his glasses. It also didn’t help that his last name usually would land him in the upper parts of the list.

Ah. He blinked, scrutinizing one of the names on the list. Classroom 1-C. Makoto Fujioka.

Well that wasn’t hard at all. He glanced at all the names also listed under Classroom 1-C and recognized none of them. That was to be expected though since all of his few friends were attending a public high school, while he decided to take a scholarship to this…preppy one instead. Wincing at the thought that one of those bullies might be in his homeroom (oh god, that’d be horrible, especially since the homerooms would be staying the same all three years), he turned away to slip into his classroom. He took out his favorite book on astronomy, only to bump into someone at the corner.

“Ah! Um…sorry!” He half-shouted, once he looked up, wondering if he had crashed into a wall. Taking millisecond observations, he couldn’t help but pick out the bright pink hair the student had and the eye patch covering her left eye. 

She must be one of the upperclassmen, he realized, panic welling up again. What if she got pissed? “Uh…sorry again S-Senpai! I-I wasn’t- I- I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

Kaede took a half step back in surprise and raised an eyebrow.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. Chill, bro," Her eyes momentarily landed on the book in his hand, but she looked back at his flustered face with a half grin without commenting on it, "You must be new, huh?” she held out a hand expectantly “Akiyama, Kaede, class 1-C. Your turn.”

“O-Oh me?” He took the hand, maybe a bit too eagerly. He was relieved to see at least one  "Fujioka, Makoto. Nice to meet you, Akiyama-san.“

He blinked, realizing Kaede was, like him, a freshman in class 1-C. “Oh! You’re a freshman like me. Well…” He blushed again, this time more good-naturedly and rubbed the back of his wet hair. “Well that’s kind of embarrassing. You were standing apart from everyone, so I kind of assumed…”

"Nice to meet you too,” she grinned at his eager shake then cocked her head at his remark, “Hmm? Oh yeah, I know absolutely nobody-well that’s not  exactly true now- so I just figured I’d wait here until my bud gets here. Her dad’s probably driving her or something. I didn’t even realize you said senpai, to be honest.”

Absentmindedly, she patted his shoulder then looked down the hall again for a moment before turning back to Makoto.

“Hey, class doesn’t start for a good fifteen minutes, Would you like to go exploring, Fuji-san? Oh, crud sorry, is it okay if I call you that?” It was her turn to be embarrassed, and she twirled a strand of still damp hair around her finger.